Night Raid

The scene returned to Tonatiuh.

Tonatiuh had been nothing more than a bystander in a major battle.

As a transmigrator, during this weakest stage of his beginning, the natives of Azeroth he feared encountering most were the Infinite Dragonflight or the Bronze Dragonflight.

Unexpectedly, he had run into the Infinite Dragonflight today, and their target was clearly him. They wanted to eliminate him.

Then twenty-five powerful adventurers had come to save him, and the battle had been incredibly fierce. Within several thousand yards around the Sandblood Tribe's temporary camp, the forest and terrain had nearly been reshaped by the fight.

And throughout that battle...

Tonatiuh and his tribe had basically remained on the sidelines. The difference was that the tribe's trolls had hidden behind the camp, watching this earth-shaking battle with faces full of amazement and tension.

He himself, meanwhile, had been at the center of it all.

The Infinite Dragons had desperately tried to kill him, while those twenty-five "trolls" had desperately protected him.

In the end...

The "trolls" wielding artifacts had been stronger, and they drove back the Infinite Dragons.

The battle ended.

The twenty-five legendary adventurers, each powerful enough to wipe out the current Sandblood Tribe alone, did not immediately vanish or leave.

They actually began dealing with the aftermath.

That battle had caused raging fires to erupt in the nearby primeval forest. Some places had turned to frost, while others had simply become green—not the lush, vibrant kind of green, but the green of fel energy and demons.

These adventurers were fairly responsible. They sent many spellcasters to extinguish the flames and purify the contaminated forest.

Otherwise, Un'Goro Crater might have ended up like Felwood Forest. With fel energy gathering there, its beasts and animals would slowly become corrupted, eventually turning into demonic beasts and monsters.

Then...

The troll who could transform into a dragon, the troll actor who had glowed with golden light throughout the battle, and the troll wielding Light's Wrath approached the somewhat bored Tonatiuh. All three wore smiles and respectful expressions.

"Greetings, honored god... oh, Chieftain," the troll priest said with a smile.

No matter what...

The other party and their team had saved both him and his entire tribe. Tonatiuh owed them for that, so he spoke seriously.

"Greetings, powerful adventurers. I am deeply grateful that you saved me and my tribe. You will forever be friends of the Sandblood Tribe! So long as you need us, the Sandblood Tribe will do everything in its power to help you three times!"

Ordinarily, the promise of a tiny troll tribe chieftain who was migrating and dirt poor would not be entirely worthless to powerful adventurers capable of wielding artifacts, but it should not have been very appealing either.

It was like an adult carrying an assault rifle saving a three-year-old child, only for that child to say they would help the adult three times. What do you think that adult with the assault rifle would think? And this was not even one adult with an assault rifle—it was practically an army of twenty-five people in planes, tanks, and artillery pieces rescuing a three-year-old child.

Yet...

Tonatiuh had not expected his promise to make the priest troll so excited. Even the two trolls who could transform into dragons and the troll actor were equally delighted.

"Thank you, generous Chieftain! In gratitude for your promise, we have decided that until your tribe reaches its destination, we will remain with your tribe and protect you!" the troll priest said politely.

An escort of twenty-five big shots wielding legendary weapons? Tonatiuh, who had been worrying about how his tribe would cross Un'Goro Crater's dangerous regions and reach the future tribal base he envisioned, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

With these twenty-five around...

Forget the devilsaurs and mutated creatures within Un'Goro Crater—even if the Burning Legion came, there would be nothing to fear!

Unless Sargeras came personally!

Though he still had doubts and concerns about these people's motives, he had no grounds to refuse help at the moment. Tonatiuh simply agreed.

"Alright! Thank you!"

And so...

The Sandblood Tribe, which had been outnumbered and outmatched by Un'Goro Crater's dangerous devilsaurs and mutated creatures, suddenly gained twenty-five legendary powerhouses.

Honestly...

Tonatiuh felt that if these twenty-five legendary powerhouses were his subordinates, he could probably conquer half of Azeroth right now without any trouble.

He now guessed...

Perhaps his future self would be incredibly powerful, and these adventurers had been sent by his future self to help him. Or perhaps this was the Bronze Dragons' doing...

The timelines of Azeroth were incredibly complicated, so complicated that they could drive the Bronze Dragon Aspect insane. Tonatiuh did not want to go insane too, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

In any case, with this team protecting the tribe, their migration through Un'Goro Crater no longer had any safety concerns at all.

Under the reverent gazes of the tribe's trolls...

The adventurer team camped at the edge of the camp. They even sent several people to keep watch and protect the tribe, including two hunters wielding legendary weapons—probably hunters.

That was because both of these powerful figures were accompanied by enormous beasts. Especially the one with Titanstrike, who had three beasts beside him that were even larger than the large devilsaurs. If the Sandblood Tribe had not recently changed its faith, and if Tonatiuh had not displayed so many miracles, the superstitious trolls would probably have worshipped those glowing beasts as Loa.

That night...

Tonatiuh slept more peacefully than ever before. For over a month since coming to this world, he had constantly been on edge. He worried about enemies attacking the tribe in the middle of the night, worried that the Bronze Dragons would bring a group of adventurers to kill him at night, worried that Infinite Dragons would suddenly appear...

Tonight, he returned to his tent early. The moment he lay down on the mattress made of kodo hide, he fell deeply asleep and began snoring thunderously.

"Snrrr..."

Amid the booming snores...

A slender female "troll" rogue suddenly emerged from the air beside his tent. She was one of the twenty-five adventurers.

The female troll stared speechlessly at the tent producing such deafening snores, then complained to the apparently empty air ahead of her. "Ander, his snoring is actually this loud when he sleeps?! It sounds just like thunder! And I even fantasized about..."

Another male troll suddenly emerged from the empty air. He too was a rogue, and also a member of that team.

"After all, he's only just starting out... He even still looks like a troll. You take the first half of the night. I'll come relieve you for the second half!"

"Mm... Seriously, do we need to be this cautious? We actually need people standing watch? Sigh... My skin is going to get worse."

"It's different, because it's him! This concerns our world, and many other worlds! But then again... You really can't tell what he'll become in the future... Who goes there!" The male troll abruptly stopped midway through his sentence. In an instant, he turned into a shadow and vanished from where he stood. The next moment, roughly twenty yards ahead, he struck with lightning speed.

Clang!

With the sound of metal colliding, a petite figure cried out, "Ow!" as she was knocked out of the shadows. The female troll rogue stiffened in alarm and was about to attack the enemy when she heard the male troll cry out softly, "Wait... I think it's Chromie..."

The female troll rogue paused.

She stopped.

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