An Unexpected Anomaly

Tonatiuh arrived.

He saw over a hundred tribespeople battling more than a dozen enormous dinosaurs. At the forefront were the siblings Dezla and Kezra—the two trolls he had upgraded with the power of faith, one becoming a Templar and the other a voodoo shooter.

Kezra's entire body glowed with golden light. In the dark primordial forest, he shone as brightly as the sun. He Charged ahead, leading several elite troll warriors as they tangled with the dozen largest dinosaurs.

Paladins had yet to appear on the human side of the world. It would not be until after the Dark Portal opened, when humans needed to fight the first Death Knights, that they invented this class capable of healing, tanking, and fighting. At present, humanity was still at the stage of figuring out how to make priests pick up hammers when it came to fighting with the Holy Light.

Meanwhile, on Draenor, which had not yet been found by the Burning Legion, Draenei vindicators resembling paladins had existed for who knew how many thousands of years.

"For Tonatiuh!"

The troll Templar Kezra shouted, and a massive illusory golden hammer crashed down, leaving a Tri-sail Dragon dazed.

That should be the Judgment skill, right?

"In the name of the Loa!"

Kezra's sword burst into blazing golden light. It looked like either Crusader Strike or Templar's Verdict.

"Tiuh! I beseech you, heal my brothers and sisters."

When a troll was sent flying by the tail of a Thick-armored Stegosaur at least one story tall and fell to the ground coughing blood, Kezra prayed over him. Holy light descended upon the troll, healing him.

Was that Holy Light or some other healing spell?

"Tona! Burn the earth with your power!" Kezra stomped his foot, and golden flames spread from beneath it like lava. They caused no harm to the trolls present, but scalded the dozen dinosaurs badly enough to make them scream and flee in chaos.

Holy shit!

Con, Consecration?

Tonatiuh stared in utter disbelief.

To sum it up.

The fighting style Tonatiuh observed from Kezra, this troll Templar, was basically no different from the paladins he remembered from the game.

Could it be that under the rules of this world, whether they were Draenei vindicators, human paladins, Blood Elf Blood Knights, Zandalari Troll Loa warriors, or any other class related to the Holy Light, they all fought in this manner?

In contrast, Kezra's younger sister Dezla, currently the tribe's only magic archer and voodoo shooter, had a much more varied fighting style.

She could run and jump.

She could fire magical arrows and cast voodoo spells, and could even combine the two.

For example, even if an arrow she fired failed to strike an enemy and instead embedded itself nearby, it would explode and spread a cloud of dark green mist. The dinosaurs that inhaled the poisonous fog immediately slowed down.

Led by the tribe's two newly advanced class holders, more than a hundred trolls dealt with the dozen enormous dinosaurs without much danger. There were Thick-armored Stegosaurs with tough hides and huge morning-star tails; Tri-sail Dragons with triangular, snake-like heads that were nevertheless true herbivores; Double-sail Dragons, with two sails on their backs and appearances somewhat like double-sailed boats with four extra legs; and Spiketail Stegosaurs, the fiercest and most ill-tempered herbivorous dinosaurs...

Without exception.

They were all herbivorous dinosaurs, and all of them were massive. Even the smallest stood over three meters tall and stretched more than five meters long, looking like mountains of flesh.

At that moment.

The old witch doctor stepped beside the young chieftain.

"It was my idea, my chieftain. The food the tribe traded from those little green dwarves is running low. Even though everyone has been eating very little..."

"I did overlook that. There are too many of us. How much food is left?"

For this migration, the Sandblood Tribe had sold off all their possessions to the goblins of Gadgetzan and Steamwheedle Port. They had then bought a great deal of supplies from the goblins, the largest share of which was food. After all, with over ten thousand tribespeople, food was what they lacked most.

But a month had already passed.

There could not be much left.

Sure enough.

The old witch doctor said, "If we ration it, it will probably last another five days."

"That is indeed too little. So you had Dezla and the others hunt these enormous dinosaurs?"

"Wise chieftain, that was exactly my intention. I merely suggested it, but I never expected Dezla to do so well. One or two would have been enough to ease the tribe's troubles. Yet she led over a dozen archers and drove so many enormous creatures out of the forest..."

"We have already reached Un'Goro Crater. Food is no longer a problem; we can eat whatever the land provides. There are many dinosaurs and wild beasts in the forest. Zangar, you thought this through well." Tonatiuh nodded. As long as they were in a forest rich with wildlife, food would not be a problem for trolls.

Un'Goro Crater had the most dinosaurs, and dinosaurs had the most meat. For the time being, if they lacked provisions, the trolls could obtain them from the dinosaurs in the forest.

Though desert trolls' skin colors had changed to suit the desert, trolls as a race were naturally adept hunters, especially in forests. Even after mutating to better adapt to the desert climate, desert trolls could still thrive in the forest if necessary.

The reason no desert trolls dared migrate to Un'Goro Crater was that the place had long been infamous. Desert trolls, who revered gods, simply did not dare come here.

Tonatiuh did not let down his guard either. The dinosaurs Dezla and Kezra had driven over to serve as food were all enormous, but they were relatively mild-tempered herbivores. The true overlords of Un'Goro Crater were the various Devilsaurs.

Especially those few Devilsaur Kings...

Just as Tonatiuh was beginning to worry about what the tribe should do if they truly encountered those massive beasts.

Suddenly.

In the clearing ahead of the more than one hundred trolls, who were happily skinning dinosaur hides and carving dinosaur meat after killing the dozen herbivores.

The air there twisted, rippling like the surface of water. Even ordinary troll warriors could sense the immense energy fluctuations. Alarmed and wary, they leaped back, abandoning the dozen spoils and retreating toward the tribal camp.

"This is...!" The old witch doctor cried out in shock. "Spatial fluctuations?!"

Tonatiuh had already gripped his greatsword, staring warily ahead. He was not a spellcaster, but the energy fluctuations were so immense that they were visible to the naked eye, let alone to a warrior's keen instincts.

Yet for some reason.

The system had given no notification even now.

Which meant...

There should be no danger?

Even so.

Faced with such a terrifying anomaly, the entire Sandblood Tribe remained on high alert.

Just as the entire Sandblood Tribe was at its most vigilant, the violent energy fluctuations ahead finally ceased, transforming into more than twenty glowing objects that looked like doorways.

Immediately after.

More than twenty... emerged from them.

Desert trolls?