Brann Bronzebeard
Facing Brann's ridicule, the eyes of the Tooth-Soldierss next to him changed slightly, and they planned to step forward to teach him a lesson, but they did not want to be stopped by Zul'ra next to them again. The Tooth-Soldierss looked at him with some confusion, wondering why they had to forgive this Dwarves again and again.♢♦ 👽♢
"Brann, since you just defended Sabra, I forgive your verbal offense, but don't let it happen again." Zul'ra looked down at the Bronzebeard Dwarves explorer and warned him word by word.
"As for you, Sabra, you actually believe in the Light..." Zul'ra didn't care, Dwarves stared. He turned his eyes towards the tied Trolls, and spoke with an extremely heavy tone. Listening to his words, the Tooth-Soldierss on the side could not help but hold their breaths, waiting for the wrath of thunder.
In this world where supernatural powers exist, no matter which race you are in, faith is an important component, especially in the Trolls society. Trolls people think that they are noble because of their voodoo belief. If they abandon voodoo and believe in the Light, are they still Trolls?
"It's no big deal if you believe in the Light!" Zul'ra said with a heavy voice, looking at Sabra and raising his eyes. If you don't believe in voodoo, you are not Trolls. What's the difference between not believing in voodoo and not being a China person?
"Tell me, how did you believe in the Light? Did Loa guide you? What role does the Light play?" Zul'ra asked Sabra before Tooth-Soldiers could react.
"I, the Light is not Loa, he..." Sabra looked at the playful Zul'ra and couldn't help but open his mouth. He was also a little unable to react. He was already prepared to face the wrath of thunder, but now this...
Not to mention that Sabra couldn't react, even the Tooth-Soldierss next to him were a little stunned at first, and then felt dizzy again as Zul'ra asked Sabra. A question arose in their minds: What is the difference between belief in voodoo and belief in the Light?
"Come and have a talk with me!" Zul'ra looked at Sabra who couldn't explain anything, and nodded with a smile.
"Untie him! Sabra, I'm looking forward to you telling me about the Light's situation. As for you..." Zul'ra asked Tooth-Soldiers to untie Sabra, and at the same time looked at Brann and others next to them.
"We can also tell you about the Light's situation." Brann looked at Zul'ra's gaze and couldn't help but said quickly.
"Are you also a believer of the Light?" Zul'ra looked at the Dwarvess who expressed their wish to stay with Zul'Aman, and raised his eyes.
"Well, of course not, but I know the development history of the Light among humans and its many branches. This is something Sabra doesn't know. He has been with Ascetic Monastery for a long time, but What I learned is very limited." Brann found that the Trolls in front of him was very open-minded, had a high status and had a sense of humor, and was not difficult to talk to. As long as he showed his due value, it was okay to stay in this city for some research.
"So, what do you want to do if you are so eager to stay here?" Zul'ra looked at Brann and couldn't help squinting his eyes. Is it right to leave this Dwarves in Zul'Aman? He won't release anything for himself!
"No, no, no, respected chief, you can't question me like this. I am Brann, an explorer. I am passionate about the stories buried in history, not the treasures. I am different from those adventurers." Brann stared, and the brown beard at the corner of his mouth trembled.
"How to prove it?" Zul'ra looked at the unconvinced Brann and asked.
"I am willing to swear to the Spirit of the Mountains..." Brann looked at the guy who wouldn't let go. He was so anxious that he wanted to swear, but was interrupted.
"The oath seems to me like a toothache spell. I think that a truly noble person will first learn how to respect others. I remember, I told you my name!" Zul'ra looked at Brann. The words and deeds of Dwarves naturally had the smell of "I am noble", which was very disgusting.
"Sang, Zul'ra Jin, I'm sorry." Brann looked at the imposing Trolls and choked up for a moment. Then he quickly recalled his inappropriate words and deeds. Looking at Zul'Aman in the distance, he couldn't help but blush and apologize.
"Because of your status as Ironforge, I will pay attention to what you and your companions say and do in Zul'Aman." Zul'ra looked at the apologetic Brann and glanced at the other Dwarves who were staring.
Facing Zul'ra, Brann opened his mouth slightly, wanting to speak but found that Zul'ra ignored him and could only swallow the words back. He was not sure about Zul'ra Does know his identity: The third successor in line of Ironforge, and the brother of the current king of Ironforge, Magni·Bronzebeard.
"Go and take the items brought by our guests and return them to them. You must know that Mr. Brann is the younger brother of King Kingdom of Khaz Modan." Zul'ra in Brann was suspicious and noticed that Dwarves's bodies were all empty, so he asked Tooth-Soldiers to return their luggage, and at the same time revealed the identity of Brann.
All of a sudden, the Tooth-Soldierss were all stunned and looked at Chasu Dwarves in the team with surprised eyes. They never expected that this unremarkable Dwarves was actually the younger brother of King Dwarves. It sounded like he was very powerful.
Although they were a little surprised, the Tooth-Soldierss still returned all their luggage to the Dwarvess as promised. They were some backpacks containing supplies for camping, and of course some digging supplies. The Dwarvess who got their luggage back were mumbling a little, while Brann caught up with Zul'ra with great interest.
"Zul'ra Jin, can I ask about your identity here?" Brann looked at the upright Trolls and asked with interest.
"This place, called Zul'Aman, is the center of the Amani Kingdom, and I, Zul'ra Jin, King of the Amani." Zul'ra looked at the little man running up beside him, slowed down, and said calmly.
"..." Brann's lips were slightly open under his thick beard, and he actually met the leader of Trolls. He used the word "king" instead of "chief". It was really interesting.
"So Zul'ra Jin, dear King of the Amani, how do you know my identity?" Brann adjusted his mentality and suppressed his surprise and asked.
"I've heard of you, a Dwarves who likes to explore everywhere and always makes a lot of messes." Zul'ra answered nonchalantly.
"Then you don't have any feelings about my identity? I mean, your tribe just joined Horde and fought with us. The war has only been over a few years, right?" Brann feels like he is walking on a tightrope on a cliff at this moment.
"Yes, we failed, and we admit it. As for receiving you, I think everyone should receive guests. The difference is that polite guests will be entertained, while jackals will get battle axes." Zul'ra glanced at the little man next to him with the corner of his eye.
While Brann was chatting with Zul'ra, the other six Dwarves, and even Gurubashi's Sabra's eyes widened, because they saw that there were terraced fields with different crops among the mountains of Zul'Aman.