The journey was long, and the packhorse had to rest and eat grass along the way. After asking the coachman, it was still two days' drive to reach the town.
After eating the legendary Wild West stew in the dining car, Auster returned to his seat. On the seat next to her, a night elf beauty in cool clothes was still sleeping soundly.
The latter was wearing provincial fabric clothes that were in line with the customs of the race, revealing a large area of smooth purple skin, and curled up on the seat like a cat. Oster has been sleeping since he got in the car and hasn't woken up all day; maybe his soul is in the Emerald Dream.
This was originally a pleasant thing to see, but she snored like thunder, turned over from time to time to occupy Auster's seat, and kept farting, which was really unpleasant. No wonder when Auster got on the bus, only this seat was empty.
This is the bad thing about the high-definition real world. In fact, anything that is too real will become vulgar, so it is better to have a filter.
In the carriage, people were chatting, playing cards, eating melon seeds, and reading newspapers. An old man opposite him kept cursing that the bandits had robbed his caravan, otherwise he would be reduced to riding in such a low-class carriage.
In the corner seat, I actually saw a green-skinned troll with long fangs, a long nose and ears. He was dressed as a businessman and had been closing his eyes to meditate. Oster thought to himself, isn't that a hostile race?
However, if you think about it more carefully, it’s not surprising. Although the optional characters are given to the tribe in the game, the trolls should really have a closer relationship with the alliance in terms of plot.
In the game, the Darkspear tribe that players can choose is just a small tribe that was squeezed out of their hometown of Stranglethorn Valley and traveled across the ocean. On the way, they encountered several disasters. The island sank, the clan leader died, and most of them were killed by fish-men. The clan was almost wiped out. Finally, they were settled on a small archipelago off the coast of Durotar, with a population of only one fishing village;
The majority of the troll race lives in the eastern continent, where there are two complete troll empires and several large tribal federations, all close to the alliance countries. Even if the regime is hostile, people's business contacts should not be interrupted.
As expected, the west is a mixed race and tolerant. Passengers are not surprised by the dark night and the existence of trolls, and some people borrow fire from troll merchants to light cigarettes.
Because the journey was still far, the passengers began to chat with each other about the mountains. Naturally, we talked about the famine in the west.
Discussing the cause of the famine, one person said, "The great mage in the city said that this blight disease can only be cured by magically improved plant varieties. In the final analysis, it is the greed of the immigrants in the west who insist on planting improved varieties and want to get something for nothing." , so when there is an epidemic, there is no cure."
Someone next to him echoed, "The pagans have no respect for the Holy Light. Magic itself is the thing used by the demons of the Burning Legion to seduce people into depravity. They deserve to be deceived." With that, several more people agreed.
At this time, the troll who was resting with his eyes closed suddenly said, "Da'kasa koraste di'chuka..."
Several people nearby laughed and said, "Aboriginals, what kind of bird language are you talking about?"
The troll opened his eyes, revealing a pair of bright golden eyes. He replied in a standard and fluent common language, "This is the Loa language. Translated into human language is: No one opportunistically takes advantage of survival. It is said that he gets something for nothing, just Nothing can be done."
Those people retorted, "What do you know?"
The troll continued calmly, "The west is dry and rainless. Although it is close to the sea, it lacks large rivers and lakes. The area south of Jangorod is blown by the hot wind from the southeast from inland all year round, and large areas of land are weathered. In On the sandy land, ordinary crops cannot survive at all, and only drought-tolerant varieties improved by magic can be planted. After the third war, a large number of immigrants from the north poured in, doubling the local population. Only high-yielding magic crops can supply these crops. The extra people make ends meet.”
The person next to him still refused to admit defeat and argued, "Why don't we just go to cultivate other places instead of going to the sandy land?"
The troll smiled and said, "This is impossible. With the level of land annexation in the west, the fertile farmland near the mountains and rivers has long been occupied. I think what you mean may be that on cultivated land with better conditions, planting Produce enough food to feed a large population. However, this is also impossible.
As far as I know, human landowners don't care about improving technology at all. Instead, they are afraid that farmers and slaves will master the weapons of rebellion, so they prohibit civilians from using advanced magic and engineering machinery. A large number of fertile fields have extremely low yields, and low output will cause food prices to rise, but their income will not be reduced.
During this famine, a large amount of the scarce food was actually hoarded by the largest landowners and financial groups. They would wait for food prices to rise to their peak before selling them off. Most of you are businessmen and civilians, so I think you all feel the same way. "
Several other passengers were refuted speechless. Auster was very surprised that he was so well-spoken. Is this a barbaric and superstitious troll?
He became interested, and someone happened to get off the car, and the seat next to the troll became vacant, so he moved over to talk to the other person.
The troll claimed that he came all the way from the Gurubashi in the south. The travelers just called him an "aboriginal", confusing him with his compatriots living in the reservation area of the human kingdom. When the first batch of Arathor refugees came across the sea to escape the war in the north, the local trolls kindly took them in, lent them the fertile valley on the west side of Elwyn, and taught them to farm in the south. crops;
However, the peace did not last long. With the arrival of more and more immigrants, humans were no longer satisfied with a small territory. The two tribes fought for hundreds of years, and the Gurubashi eventually lost to the young and powerful descendants of the nomads and retreated to the eastern part of Stranglethorn Valley and the Great Swamp. Most of the current Kingdom of Stormwind, including Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest, was once the territory of the Gurubashi Empire. The trolls who originally lived here were either killed and relocated, or they were driven into the reservation and became the so-called indigenous people.
But that is all in the past. In recent years, the two countries have signed a contract and begun trade. Troll merchants praised the vitality of mankind. Since the Magical Industrial Revolution was launched in the Kingdom of Stormwind alone, mankind has created wealth equivalent to the sum total of Gurubashi's tens of thousands of years of history. Times are always changing, and the Gurubashi is also seeking to open up and transform, injecting vitality into the ancient kingdom.
Auster saw the other party's elegant demeanor and profound knowledge, and was very impressed. In the chronicles, the troll race is described as a primitive race that is superstitious and cruel, and spends all day doing sacrifices. It seems that it is entirely from a human perspective.
The history of trolls is more than ten times that of humans. Even the so-called ancient night elves are actually a branch of trolls. How could such an ancient civilization be a primitive and barbaric group? Human beings smear the trolls in this way, most likely to provide legal basis for occupying the latter's territory.
Not only the Kingdom of Stormwind, but also Lordaeron in the north treats Amani in the same way. He clearly worked with the high elves to carve up the troll's territory, but he still wanted to describe the other party as deserved in the history books; he was worthy of being a descendant of the Titans' creation, and he was worthy of the true inheritance of the creator.
This is just like the Crusaders on earth who arrived in Jerusalem and discovered that the Arab Saladin was brave, just, merciful and noble, and more like a true knight than his superiors.
