The wind serpent's voice came again, delivering an undeniable conclusion.
"So you must take a new path."
"Tell me, Moragon," the serpent head's illusion was almost pressed against his face, "do you still want to unify ZulDrak?"
Moragon raised his head, his gaze as firm as iron.
"Yes, I still do!"
The wind serpent let out a deep, satisfied hiss, "Very good."
"Now, it's time to start a new plan."
"Not cruelty, but—" His voice suddenly became cold and murderous, "—a necessary sacrifice."
—Dividing line—Thousands of miles away, Grizzly Hills, the Outpost.
Toka trudged along the newly leveled forest path, returning to the camp named "The Outpost."
As the last pine forest gradually receded behind him, the view suddenly opened up.
Several newly turned black soil plots, illuminated by the soft glow of Dekov Silt's verdant life domain, appeared particularly striking—this was currently the Outpost's most core task: reclaiming farmland.
Actually, two months ago, when he first received this task, Toka was completely bewildered.
Farmland… he had never even heard of that word!
It was Siye who literally dragged him by the scalp and plunged him into the newly built library tower for several days of intensive study before he gained a preliminary understanding of this new thing called "farmland."
Captain Skala had even patted his chest and guaranteed that once they arrived, there would naturally be "experts" who understood the business to assist and guide them.
And what was the result?
When he excitedly arrived at the designated location with a team of equally bewildered Ice Troll pioneers, he almost broke out into a bloody battle with those so-called "experts"!
If Toka hadn't reacted quickly enough, immediately raising the divine emblem high and revealing his identity,
Those fanatical Night Elf Druids would have long ago purified these Ice Trolls, whom they considered "barbaric and crude," "sneaky," and "destroyers" of the nascent World Tree, treating them as invaders!
It was only with great difficulty, and with the help of the divine emblem, that they confirmed each other's identities—it turned out that the other party was the "Dragon God's believers" and "agricultural experts" mentioned in their respective intelligence reports.
However, when Toka rubbed his hands, eagerly asking these pointy-eared "experts" about the specific steps and key points of reclaiming farmland, it was the Druids' turn to collectively fall into a state of bewilderment.
Farming? What kind of farming?
When did we Kaldorei ever need to farm?!
Strictly speaking, the Night Elves truly had no narrow sense of agricultural experience.
Their lives had always been "living off the trees," relying on the blessings of the World Tree and the forest, at most engaging in some horticultural picking and replanting.
Heaven knows which part of the intelligence transmission went so ludicrously wrong.
Of course, the great Dragon God was wise and mighty, so this blame certainly couldn't be placed on him.
Toka could only silently curse his beloved Captain Skala several times in his heart.
In short, Toka could only bite the bullet, relying on the meager knowledge he had haphazardly learned in the library tower, gesticulating and exerting immense effort, to make those frowning Druids roughly understand what these Ice Trolls ultimately wanted to do on this frozen land.
The leading Druid, after listening, immediately showed undisguised impatience.
His gaze drifted left and right, looking at his companions, his lips moved, as if he wanted to directly refuse this "inefficient and nature-destroying" behavior.
But in the end, for the Dragon God's sake, he ultimately did not issue an order prohibiting assistance.
He merely left a remark, "You decide for yourselves if you want to help," and then retreated to his dwelling by the holy tree.
The final result was still somewhat satisfactory.
Two relatively young Druids, who seemed more interested in "transforming the frozen land" itself, expressed willingness to stay and help Toka and his team identify which local plants were suitable for trial introduction, and offered suggestions for soil improvement and growth promotion.
At this moment, several strong Ice Troll pioneers were clumsily but diligently wielding heavy stone hoes and bone shovels. Although their movements were still stiff and awkward, they were much better than when they first started.
The two Druids, clad in robes woven from animal hides and vines, stood by the furrows with tightly furrowed brows, looking very much like overseers.
One of them bent down, picked up a handful of frozen soil, and whispered something to the Troll beside him.
The Troll listened with a blank expression, only nodding repeatedly.
Toka watched this scene from nearby, sighing heavily in his heart.
The God's blessing indeed made it possible for Northrend's frozen land to develop large-scale agriculture,
However, to make a group of Ice Trolls, whose ancestors were accustomed to hunting, fishing, raiding, and battling blizzards, immediately master refined agricultural techniques—
The chasm between them was by no means easily bridged.
Now, the only thing they could do was invest more time, and—more sweat.
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