[This Place Is Called Aztek]

Half a month later.

"Ahhhhhhh~!!!!"

On a boundless, level woodland prairie dotted with grass, a group of raggedly dressed trolls erupted into wild cheers, their faces overflowing with joy.

Some trolls knelt on the ground, weeping as they kissed the soil. Others laughed loudly at the open plains, dancing with excitement. The young trolls ran about wildly, and when they fell, they simply rolled back onto their feet. The troll women embraced one another with wide grins, impossible to tell whether they were laughing or crying.

"Our new homeland—we've arrived!" The old witch doctor wiped the tears from his face, scooped up a handful of dirt, and pressed it to his lips.

Tonatiuh stood beside him.

As he gazed at the future base he had chosen, he too felt somewhat stirred. After nearly two months of tribal migration, and at the cost of more than five hundred troll lives, they had finally reached their destination.

Half a month earlier.

Tonatiuh had borrowed an incredibly detailed map of Un'Goro Crater from that troll priest.

He selected a place on it, somewhere the priest had once visited.

The priest said it might be the most suitable place in Un'Goro Crater to serve as a development base.

This vast stretch of land was called Evolving Garden.

It lay northwest of Fire Plume Ridge, the central point of the crater. Beneath this great plain ran a river that cut through the entire Un'Goro Crater. Beyond the river stretched endless marshlands filled with countless lakes and swamps. Above the plain stood a great forest, where any random tree required more than a dozen trolls holding hands to encircle it. Countless beasts and dinosaurs lived there. A little farther south of the forest lay the Tar Pits, home to many elemental creatures.

According to the troll priest's introduction,

Evolving Garden was a vast, level woodland prairie inhabited by many plant-type elemental creatures—a race of natural plant elementals called bloodpetal flowers.

They were giant man-eating flowers with countless little feet that allowed them to walk on their own, along with two whip-like arms. Their bodies were covered in spikes, making them look utterly terrifying. The Bloodpetal Lashers in particular, standing over five meters tall, looked especially fierce and frightening. The thought of being struck by those two thorn-covered, spiked tentacles was unbearable.

There was also an endless number of massive elemental creatures wandering the plains, called Stone Guardians. They possessed their own intelligence and lived harmoniously alongside the bloodpetal flowers.

The key was that, despite their vague and indistinct faces, both kinds of elemental creatures were intelligent, capable of communication, and naturally gentle.

Tonatiuh immediately chose this place.

First of all, it was a great plain, perfectly suited to the future development of a city and agriculture. There was also a major river nearby, and countless lakes and swamps on the far side, allowing them to develop fisheries later without worrying about water. The natives of the plains were elemental creatures rather than devilsaurs or wild beasts, which would help them avoid early conflicts and battles.

Originally, Evolving Garden was considered part of Un'Goro Crater's interior. Entering from the entrance meant passing through primeval forests full of devilsaurs and beasts, crossing dangerous marshlands, and wading through a river hundreds of meters wide.

For the Sandblood Tribe to reach this place with their current strength without losing half their trolls would have been nearly impossible.

However...

They had twenty-five big shots escorting them!

Along the way, the beasts, devilsaurs, and impassable terrain that were unimaginably dangerous to the trolls all became clear paths beneath the power of these legendary adventurers.

What?

A huge pack of Venomhide Devilsaurs had gathered ahead? The kind where every single one stood fifteen meters tall?

Heh... The legendary Beastmaster holding Titanstrike merely whistled, and a pack of massive, ferocious beasts charged out of thin air. In less than a few minutes, over a hundred elite devilsaurs, estimated to be level ten or eleven, all died easily, like a group of rabbits encountering a few hungry wolves.

The Sandblood Tribe gained nearly inexhaustible amounts of devilsaur meat, along with a great quantity of premium devilsaur hides.

What?

There was a cliff ahead, and the tribe could not get across?

Heh... At that point, a shaman holding the artifact Fist of Ra-den stepped forward. He chanted for quite a while, then majestic elemental power descended. The terrain itself was altered, and the cliff became a level road.

What?

An unbelievably enormous devilsaur appeared ahead, with a single toe as tall as a troll? It looked like the devilsaur queen.

Heh... The mage wielding Flamestrike immediately stepped forward. Had they ever seen a lava fireball the size of a meteor? One gigantic Pyroblast, and the queen instantly bit the dust, delivering another pile of meat and a huge devilsaur hide whose magic had been ruined.

What?

Many ordinary trolls had fallen ill because the desert trolls had not adapted to the damp forest climate. The tribe's witch doctors were helpless because there were simply too many sick trolls.

That was when the priest stepped forward. The troll priest holding an artifact floated into the air and sang a song. Holy power descended upon the entire Sandblood Tribe, and every sick troll rose to their feet full of vigor, declaring that they felt even better than before.

Under the leadership of those twenty-five big shots,

the Sandblood Tribe passed through the perilous regions of Un'Goro Crater without so much as a scratch and safely arrived at their destination: Evolving Garden.

Not only did they lose not a single troll along the way, but the tribe had also obtained a great amount of devilsaur flesh containing a certain amount of magic—so much that they could not possibly finish eating it. Well-fed and properly nourished, the tribe as a whole grew stronger.

While everyone else celebrated,

Tonatiuh had already made up his mind.

This was the place.

He took a small statue from his backpack. It was the reward for the first main quest, Migration.

Tonatiuh took a deep breath.

He stepped forward first, then shouted loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

"People of the Sandblood Tribe! We have endured countless hardships, crossed the great desert, and passed through the great forest to finally arrive here. From now on, this place shall be our new homeland. In the name of the two great Loa, I hereby name this land Aztek!"

The trolls burst into cheers.

Their experiences over the past two months had made the trolls of the Sandblood Tribe trust him unconditionally—the spokesperson of the Loa and their great tribal chieftain, Tonatiuh.

The trolls had also seen with their own eyes that Un'Goro Crater was countless times more dangerous than the Tanaris Desert. Yet at the same time, its resources were countless times more abundant!

In the great desert, even drinking water was sometimes a problem. At times, when they had nothing to eat, they were so hungry that they even gnawed on sand...