A Peculiar Expedition Team
After bidding farewell to the two Orcs, Zul'ra talked some more with Haimuxi. Although agriculture has made some achievements now, there is still a lot of room for improvement in planting, harvesting and grain processing, which can help increase harvests and save more labor.
As far as Haimuxi is concerned, Amani has turned to farming in the past two years. It was fine at the beginning, but now many people are starting to complain, because although farming does not require them to walk on the edge of life and death, it consumes a huge amount of their labor force. Although this kind of labor force allows them to have food and clothing, it does not make them live a better life.
The current Amani is still a grain distribution society. All farmers' grain is collected, stored and distributed centrally, so that everyone can have a bite to eat. Trolls people are quite simple and there is nothing to be lazy about. It's just that the food treatment is skewed.
Although grains can fill the stomach quickly, people always need some oil and water to feel comfortable. However, the meat is given priority to Warrior and the priests. Fang Army under Zul'ra is the only standing army at present. They get the most, while the farmers get the least.
They put in a lot of work, but life is always tight. The farmers are naturally not very happy, and there are inevitably some complaints and complaints. Although there will be a supply of pork soon, the pork may not be enough to eat, so there must be a suitable solution.
After getting a lot of questions from Haimuxi, Zul'ra smiled bitterly and prepared to go back to Altar of Deities to think about solutions. However, an unexpected incident stopped him in his tracks. The Fang Armys patrolling in Battleaxe Ridge caught an expedition team and took them to Zul'Aman.
"Expedition team?" Zul'ra looked at Tooth-Soldiers who was reporting with a little surprise.
"Yes, Zul'ra Jin, a team composed of Trolls and Dwarves." Tooth-Soldiers stood tall and straight, nodding slightly towards Zul'ra.
"Are they from us?" Zul'ra was a little surprised. Trolls teamed up with Dwarves?
"No, he is a Gurubashi man from the south. He seems to be a guy who has lost his tribe. He seems to have taken refuge with those dwarves." Tooth-Soldiers had disdain on his face. Trolls was very dependent on his own society, and he looked down upon those lonely people who had lost their tribe.
"Bring them to me." Zul'ra ordered Tooth-Soldiers. Foreign explorers may be able to meet them.
"Yes!" Tooth-Soldiers followed the order, and soon, seven short, fat little men and one Trolls with purple-blue skin were escorted in front of Zul'ra.
"Mon, can you tell me your name and clan?" Zul'ra glanced at the seven Dwarves who were wearing adventure hats and bodysuits and had various beards, and looked at Trolls in the team who had his hands tied and a high bulge on his back.
From the purple-blue skin of the tied Trolls, as well as the soft and short hair on the body surface, Zul'ra can confirm that this is indeed a Jungle Trolls. In addition to the skin color, Trolls can also determine the region from some physical characteristics.
Among the many Trolls, Forest Trolls has the smoothest skin. Their bodies are green because they are covered with moss all year round. Most of the uninformed races even think that they have the same green skin as Orcs, but in fact they are not. Zul'ra has blue-white skin. In the past, because of the poor quality of life, they looked a bit gray.
Compared to Forest Trolls, Jungle Trolls's body hair is short and soft, Ice Trolls has the thickest hair, Desert Trolls's skin is rough and chapped, and as for Zandalar, in addition to their body shape, their eyes are as bright as Elves.
"Sabra, I am a Gurubashi'lai." The purple-skinned Trolls looked at the very strange-looking Forest Trolls in front of him, lowered his eyes slightly and said his origin, he is a Gurubashi Jungle Trolls.
"Then why are you with them?" Zul'ra looked at the respectful Sabra, then looked at the seven Dwarves next to him.
"Can you allow me to say something?" Among the seven Dwarves who were looked at by Zul'ra, one Dwarves with a brown beard on his chin was tied into three twists, raised his right hand, and he said Common The conversation between, Zul'ra and Sabra is also Common, and Zandalar is not a commonly used language because it is difficult to pronounce and learn.
"Please speak." Zul'ra looked down at Dwarves, who was just over his knees, and blinked slightly.
"Please allow me to introduce myself first, Brann, Brann·Bronzebeard, we are from Ironforge, we are explorers, Sabra, he is our mercenary." Dwarves from Chasu introduced himself.
"You are not digging for anything here, are you?" Zul'ra looked at Dwarves who introduced himself politely, and turned his eyes slightly sideways, Brann·Bronzebeard, this guy came to Zul'Aman to explore!
"Of course, of course not. We are here to, um, visit Zul'Aman, this majestic ancient city, the symbol of Amani'lai's victory, its history..." Brann looked at Zul'ra, who didn't have much reaction, and immediately shook his head in denial. He explained his purpose of coming and tried to compliment the other party with words.
"Mr. Brann, Amani only accepts sincere customers." Zul'ra looked at Dwarves, who was smooth-talking, and interrupted him. This guy spoke nicely. He is an explorer, or to put it bluntly, he is a tomb robber. He goes around bringing various historical relics back to Dwarves's museum, euphemistically calling them a visit to his ancestors, but the problem is that Earthen and Titans are related to each other.
"And Sabra, it seems that you haven't lived with your tribe for many years!" Zul'ra choked Brann, and turned to look at the bound Jungle Trolls. He felt a special aura from this distant relative, which was left behind after living in a civilized city.
"Master, I haven't asked you your name yet?" Brann looked at Zul'ra who was questioning Sabu, and asked with a smile.
"You can call me Zul'ra Jin. You interrupted my conversation with Sabra twice. It seems you don't want to expose something about Sabra." Zul'ra looked at Brann who always interrupted him, and stopped the steel spear of Tooth-Soldiers next to him who was about to stab Dwarves.
"..." Brann looked at the guy who was upright and straight, as if he was looking down at him from above, and felt that he almost choked on his breath. When did Forest Trolls become so cunning?
"Come and talk to me about the situation, don't worry, I'm different from your tribesmen." Zul'ra turned to look at Brann who was silent and said to Sabra.
"What's the difference?" Sabra looked at Zul'ra with blue eyes, and the fangs at the corners of his mouth moved slightly.
"I can accept different things." Zul'ra raised his head.
"Even if I believe in the Light?" Sabra looked at the guy with fangs exposed at the corners of his mouth, five fingers on his hands, and crazy eyebrows above his eyes, and tried to ask.
"Do you believe in the Light?" Zul'ra blinked slightly, looking at his appearance, Sabra's eyes suddenly dropped.
"Ha, didn't you say you can accept different things?" Brann looked at Zul'ra who was a little surprised and Sabra who lowered his eyes, and couldn't help but make a mocking sound.