Creator

Soon, news of the return of King of the Amani and the two dragons spread throughout the city of Jintha'Alor, greatly igniting the Trolls ' enthusiasm. They longed to see the returned King of the Amani and to see the Blue Dragonflight again. ♚♞ 🐻💝

Trolls have worshipped Loa since ancient times, and compared to those strange, animal-shaped Loa, the majestic and beautiful appearance of the Blue Dragonflight makes them worship even more. Therefore, they rushed to the top of the city, and even many priests came over, blocking Zul'ra's way down from the city.

The overwhelming enthusiasm surprised Zul'ra, but he handled it with ease. He had Tarecgosa transform into Blue Dragonflight and fly around, pushed Kalecgos to the eager priests, and kicked Puskin over to be a guest, while he himself took Anveena to the side and watched Tarecgosa flying back and forth in the sky.

"Tarecgosa is so beautiful." Anveena exclaimed, gazing at the long, beautiful dragon soaring through the sky and attracting the worship of many Trolls.

"They are creatures favored by the Creator." Zul'ra remained noncommittal; the dragons, blessed by the Titans, were undeniably beautiful.

"A creator? Does a creator really exist?" Anveena listened to Zul'ra's words with slight surprise. She had heard the term "creator" from preachers before. They believed that everything in the world was created by an object, and this object was the "creator." But does a creator really exist?

"It depends on how you look at it. Everyone is a creator. Farmers plant crops from the earth, and workers forge tools with fire." Zul'ra looked at Anveena, somewhat surprised that she would suddenly bring up this question, but it wasn't surprising. Creation has always been one of the central themes of religious studies, and she must have heard it from the Church of the Light.

"How can this be the same?" Anveena raised her eyebrows slightly as she listened to Zul'ra's words. This level of creation was far inferior to the world creators she had heard about.

"How is it different? Does only those who create the world deserve to be called creators? And how do you know that farmers and workers cannot create the world?" Zul'ra shook her head with a smile. Religion's view of creation is too limited, and even though Anveena is the incarnation of the Sunwell, she herself doesn't have much knowledge.

"How is that created? I've heard people say that the Creators piled up the earth to form land, dug out rivers and seas on the earth, and created our sky. Can farmers and workers do that?" Anveena jumped onto the flower bed and asked Zul'ra from the high point of the city of Jintha'Alor, looking out over the fertile forests and vast ocean of Hinterlands.

"What's wrong with that? It's just digging, piling up soil, creating an atmospheric environment! That's what workers and farmers do." Zul'ra looked at the blonde girl standing at the same level as her on higher ground and couldn't help but smile. This seemed to be the profession of workers and farmers.

"How can that be the same? It would take workers and farmers a hundred or even a thousand years to finish this." Anveena listened to Zul'ra's words, thought for a moment, and then shook her head again. Although she couldn't deny that it was indeed a digging and excavation project, the degree of difficulty should not be confused.

"How do you know that the creator of this world only took less than a hundred years, or even a thousand years, to create it? Alright, let's not talk about this for now." Zul'ra looked at Anveena, who was determined to get to the bottom of things, and pressed her down, while glancing at Lojihan who was walking over.

"Zul'ra Jin." Lojihan looked at the tall, slender Trolls and bowed respectfully.

"How is it?" Zul'ra looked at his former secretary, now the manager of Jintha'Alor, and couldn't help but raise his chin, pointing to Tarecgosa in the sky as he asked him.

"Very beautiful, Zul'ra Jin. Your return is quite sudden." Lojihan stroked Zul'ra's chin, looked up at the dragon-shaped Tarecgosa in the sky, nodded, and then added.

"Are you blaming me?" Zul'ra asked casually.

"No, no, it's just..." Looking at Zul'ra, whose face remained smiling but whose tone had become calm, Lojihan couldn't help but feel a surge of pressure.

"No need, I know what you're thinking. I actually returned from Kalimdor a month or two ago, but I've been in Durnholde ever since. Didn't you know that?" Zul'ra interrupted Lojihan's explanation, while calmly recounting her own situation.

"This... Our Lady of Broken-Tooth didn't inform us." Lojihan felt as if he were in a different world from the bustling city, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Don't worry! I don't mean to blame you. I just heard that things weren't going well in the south, so I came back suddenly. Are Sen'lai and the others here now?" Zul'ra patted Lojihan's shoulder to calm him down.

"Yes, they just arrived by boat this morning and are currently at the Smolderthorn Port. I was just about to go see them!" Looking at Zul'ra's smiling face, Lojihan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied.

"We'll talk later. You take good care of Anveena for me." Zul'ra interrupted her conversation with Lojihan as she watched Tarecgosa fly back from the sky. She then smiled and stood in front, asking him to take care of the Sunwell Girl on the flowerbed behind her. Lojihan naturally obeyed and stayed obediently by Anveena's side.

"Hello, my name is Anveena." Anveena sized up the Trolls expression had changed drastically just moments before. This guy didn't seem to look much like Zul'ra. Although both of them had straight backs, he had two extra teeth in his mouth and only three fingers on each hand.

"Hello, my name is Lojihan." Lojihan looked at the curious blond human and nodded awkwardly in greeting.

"Are you afraid of Zul'ra?" Anveena asked curiously. She sensed from his sudden change in expression that he seemed terrified of Zul'ra.

"... He is my leader." Lojihan blinked, looked at Zul'ra in front of him, and then gave himself a reason.

"So you're afraid of him?" Anveena tilted her head.

"You can't say I'm 'afraid'!" Lojihan was so embarrassed he wanted to scratch his head. Who exactly was this girl, asking so many questions? Could she be Zul'ra Jin's human companion?

"Why can't I say 'afraid'? If it's not fear, then what is it?" Anveena blinked her beautiful eyes.

"Perhaps 'respect' would be a better word. He is a leader I respect, a mentor I respect. I'm afraid of him, okay! I'm still afraid." Lojihan tried to describe his situation, but as he spoke, it seemed that he was the one who was afraid of Zul'ra Jin. But that wasn't entirely wrong; one should be fearful of a leader. Yet, that didn't seem quite right either!

Faced with Lojihan's self-absorbed monologue, Anveena couldn't help but purse her lips, her large eyes curving into crescents. Just as the two were talking, Zul'ra stepped forward, and the dragon-shaped Tarecgosa descended in front of him, transforming into a beam of blue light, before emerging from the blue light in the form of High Elves.

There's nothing left at night.