Do You Have a Map?

Tonatiuh felt that this had been the most comfortable sleep he had enjoyed since his rebirth. He did not have to worry about anything or fear anything. He just slept.

It made him sleep in.

He actually slept until late morning.

In the end, old witch doctor Zangar woke him up. The old witch doctor had been worried about him. The chieftain had never slept this late before, and he was afraid something had happened to him.

"Sorry. Tona and Tiu called for me. I lingered in Their kingdom and forgot to return to reality."

The moment he woke up.

Tonatiuh discovered that, because he had risen so late, the entire tribe had been waiting for him. Without blushing or missing a beat, he casually offered an explanation.

The old witch doctor's eyes immediately sparkled.

"Their kingdom! The kingdom of the two great supreme beings, Chieftain! What kind of place is that? Could you tell me even a little about it?"

Looking at the devout old witch doctor.

Tonatiuh said casually, "When you are devout enough, Their Majesties will naturally summon you there to hear Their teachings. Zangar, what we should do now is strengthen the tribe, then make more trolls believe in Them!"

"I understand, great Chieftain!" the witch doctor replied excitedly, lowering his head.

After playing the role of a holy man for over a month.

He could now tell such lies at will, without even the slightest increase in his heartbeat.

"What are those warriors doing now?" Tonatiuh asked the old witch doctor.

"Those powerful warriors have been very quiet. Aside from always sending five people to patrol around our tribe and protect us, they have remained inside their tents..."

The strength of those twenty-five adventurers filled the old witch doctor's eyes with reverence. "Chieftain, those warriors must have been sent by Their Majesties to protect us, right?"

Otherwise, by the old witch doctor's understanding, there was simply no way to explain why such powerful warriors would willingly protect the weak Sandblood Tribe. Any one of them could easily wipe out a tiny desert tribe like the Sandblood Tribe.

If they wanted to.

A single warrior could even destroy Zul'Farrak, the strongest troll force in Tanaris Desert.

What a terrifying force that was.

Yet they had come to protect the tribe. Without the Loa to explain it, the old witch doctor could not make sense of it at all.

"Mm... You could understand it that way."

Tonatiuh answered vaguely.

"Tona, Tiu... Your glory!" the witch doctor murmured. Tiny motes of light floated above his head, visible only to Tonatiuh, and a system notification appeared on his retina:

[Faith Power +0.01]

As the tribe's most formidable spellcaster, a level 6 witch doctor, Zangar had been the troll providing the most faith power over the past few days. The old witch doctor alone could provide roughly 0.2 units of faith power per day, nearly as much as more than a hundred ordinary trolls combined.

"Zangar. Go have the tribe get ready. We're setting off! With those powerful warriors protecting us, we need to reach our destination as quickly as possible!" Tonatiuh said.

With that team protecting them.

The Sandblood Tribe's trolls could probably travel even at night without any issue. Though setting out at noon was a little late, it did not really matter.

"Your will."

The old witch doctor left.

Tonatiuh tidied himself up a little.

Then left his tent as well.

His tent stood in the very center of the tribal camp. To its left were the tents of the warriors and troll archers, where those without assignments rested.

To its right was where the tribe's elderly, weak, women, and children lived. Unlike other savage trolls, who pushed the elderly, weak, women, and children to the front and exposed them to the most dangerous places as cannon fodder, the Sandblood Tribe had established a rule ever since he arrived: the most valuable treasures in the tribe were its children, elders, and women.

Children were the tribe's hope for the future. Elders were the tribe's treasury. Women were both the best laborers and the mothers of children. Without them, the tribe would have no future.

They were key protected groups.

A warrior could be sacrificed, but the sacrifice of even a single child or woman was absolutely forbidden. Although such policies and requirements were entirely at odds with the rules of other savage desert trolls, under Tonatiuh's authority and holy-man aura, the Sandblood Tribe accepted them.

This made the elderly, weak, women, and children who were under such protection deeply grateful to him, and their faith became far more devout.

Many Sandblood trolls were moving about around the tent. When they saw their chieftain appear, they respectfully bowed and greeted him. Tonatiuh remained motionless and did not respond.

If he returned every greeting.

He would not get any work done in the tribe all day.

Suddenly.

He saw a young troll girl, around 1.2 meters tall, walking toward him with a broom in hand.

She seemed to be heading into his tent to help clean it. Tonatiuh remembered that a troll girl had always done this job before, so why had she been replaced by a child now? Still, if it was only cleaning, a child should be fine. He stepped aside and let her enter.

But after she went inside.

Tonatiuh felt a little puzzled. Something felt strange, yet he could not put it into words.

Just then.

He saw the troll priest carrying Light's Wrath walking over, a smile on his face and both enormous tusks exposed.

Tonatiuh did not have tusks.

When the system had first descended and modified his body, he had requested a painless cosmetic procedure. That procedure had been to remove his two enormous tusks. Although huge tusks were often symbols of strength and virility in every troll's sense of beauty, and female trolls chose mates by picking male trolls with the biggest, thickest, longest tusks...

Tonatiuh alone thought they were incredibly ugly.

He had even wanted to snap them off himself, but troll tusks were connected to the skull. If they broke, the pain was easy to imagine. In the end, he relied on the system's power for a painless cosmetic procedure, removing those two thick, long, enormous tusks. He became the first tuskless troll, leaving many trolls in the tribe bewildered.

"Great Chieftain, greetings. I saw that your tribe is preparing to set out. Where are you headed? Could you inform us beforehand so that we can escort you more effectively..." the troll priest said with a genial smile, though the corner of his eye remained fixed on a certain petite figure that had slipped into Tonatiuh's tent.

Destination? Where was he going?

Tonatiuh froze.

The system's mission only required him to reach Un'Goro Crater, establish a foothold there, and develop his power. It did not specify any particular location within Un'Goro Crater.

At first, Tonatiuh had thought that as long as they entered Un'Goro Crater, moved away from the entrance, and found a relatively flat place—preferably somewhere safer with fewer Devilsaurs—it could serve as the tribe's future base.

It could not be helped.

Who knew how many dangerous things lurked within Un'Goro Crater? Rather than have the tribe migrate through the primeval forest and risk their lives, it would be better to settle down first and make plans later.

Now that this team was escorting them, where in all of Un'Goro Crater could they not go? They could carefully choose a good location for the Sandblood Tribe's future base.

So, where should they go?

Tonatiuh was not familiar with Un'Goro Crater. He had only come here a few times when playing the game, usually when passing through or completing map exploration achievements.

He only remembered that there was a huge mountain in the center of the crater, with many active fire elementals, apparently called Fire Plume Ridge. North of Fire Plume Ridge, there were many black marshes that seemed to be petroleum...

As for the rest, he truly did not know.

After thinking for a moment, Tonatiuh saw the troll captain's eager expression and asked tentatively, "Honored warrior, do you have a map of Un'Goro Crater? A detailed one."

"Uh..."

The priest froze for a moment.

"Yes."

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