Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 24 Daza's Ambition

Outside the conference camp, Dasa confronted the leaders of the five tribes alone.

"You said trolls don't need the protection of the Loa gods? Do you know what you are going to say? Ah, that's right. After all, small tribes like you have never experienced the sense of security brought by being protected by the Loa gods, right? You have been making choices between hunger and danger."

Roka is particularly opposed to Dasa's statement, because the reason why the Flying Wing tribe can become one of the most powerful existences among the troll tribes in the entire Zandalari mountains is because they obtained the Pterodactyl half. The protection and guidance of the god Pa'ku.

They have Paku's offspring pterodactyls as companions, soaring in the sky together, hunting from high altitudes to solve the food problem for themselves and their companions.

Without the guidance of these loa, Roca really couldn't imagine what would happen to his tribe and people.

"You said there is a choice between hunger and the danger of survival? Oh, that's just the difficulty that civilizations and tribes must face if they want to develop. If these trolls can't solve it on their own, then this race is doomed." There's a future to speak of."

Dasa looked at Roca, and recognized the opponent's tribe and the loa they revered from the lines on his face and chest.

Just when Dasa finished speaking, the other chiefs wanted to refute.

Bwonsamdi suddenly clapped his hands, applauding Dasa's speech while walking over.

"You're so good at what you say! Dude, I don't care if your tribe is a big tribe or not, but you, my friend, I'm Bwonsamdi!"

Muerzala has been observing Dasa's words and deeds, and what Dasa said just now has reached his heart.

The Antaien tribe used to be a tribe without the protection of the loa gods. As the chief of the tribe, Muezala accidentally obtained a special contract that could make deals with the other side of the curtain in exchange for power.

Considering the future of his tribe, he signed that contract.

After death, his soul would naturally go to the other side of that curtain, but because of that special contract, he was able to freely shuttle through that curtain.

Therefore, he became the loa of the Antaien tribe.

"Are you Bwonsamdi?"

Dasa looked at the male troll wearing a witch mask with a strange expression. He really couldn't imagine that Bwonsamdi would appear in front of him in such a form.

Of course, the possibility of duplicate names is not ruled out.

"Are there other trolls called Bwonsamdi? I am a witch of the Antaine tribe, and a priest of the loa, Muezhara."

Bwonsamdi chatted with Dasa on his own, and he didn't care about the other four chiefs who were left alone; Dasa didn't seem to care either.

Just when the two were about to chat again, Zul, who had vented his old grievances, walked quickly to Dasa's side. Looking at the troll hunters who had traveled all the way, he knew who did it .

In order for the two parties to calm down and have a good talk, he still has to wipe his friend's ass for his impulsiveness.

Rezan's holy light lit up in Zul's hands again, and the golden holy light shone on the troll hunters injured by Dasa, quickly healing their wounds and stopping their pain.

"That's it! Rezan's power!"

Gonk was the first one who couldn't help showing up. His phantom appeared beside Manco, looking in surprise at the mass of holy light that appeared in Zul's hand.

"Oh, it's incredible. I never imagined that a guy as proud as Rezan would choose to protect a mortal."

The phantom of Tokali also appeared beside Yaval, and his eyes were also full of surprise.

The phantoms of Akunda and Paku also appeared, and Muezala would naturally not miss it.

When the last troll hunter injured by Dasa recovered under Zul's treatment, Zul came to Dasa's side, and he also noticed the five people who attended the tribal meeting with illusions Loa gods.

"Salute to you, all loa."

Zul saluted the five loa gods very solemnly.

"Oh, it seems that I guessed correctly. Gonk, Pa'ku, Tokali, Akunda, and Muezala."

Dasa put away the dagger in his hand. Although the atmosphere seemed a little tense now, he was sure that after Zul used the holy light that Rezan gave him to heal the troll hunters injured by him, he There will be no danger with Zul.

He also noticed the phantom figures of these loa, Velociraptor, Pterodactyl, Direhorn, Thunder Lizard, and a troll.

Dasa recognized their names.

"Someone seemed to be talking nonsense just now, Gonk, is this how you guide mortals?"

Rezan's phantom also appeared in this venue at this moment.

"Hi, hi, hi! Long time no see, everyone!"

Gani's vision also appeared at the same time.

Unlike Rezan's shocking appearance with a huge body, Gani's appearance is much more inconspicuous, but it still cannot conceal the fact that he is a loa.

"Unexpectedly, Rezan, you also have a day to let go of your pride. This is really interesting. It seems that this tribe called Zandalar is really going to become a big tribe that rules the entire Zandalar Mountain Range."

Gonk was not angry because of Rezan's words, but looked at Dasa and Zul and praised them.

"Rezan, why do you want to be the protector of these two mortals?"

Paku shook his wings, and looked at the Devilsaur on the opposite side with a puzzled expression.

The loa gods present wanted to know what kind of power Rezan possessed, and the tribe he chose to protect would surely rise in the mountains of Zandalar because of his power.

However, they couldn't figure out why this Devilsaur demigod, who had always been so arrogant and disdained to talk to mortals, became the protector of the Zandalari tribe.

"I made a bet with some guys, and I lost, so naturally I have to fulfill some bets. After all, I am a very honest demigod."

When Rezan mentioned this matter, he looked at Dasa with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Rezan. To be honest, I didn't want to bother you. After all, you saved me twice, and I owe you a big favor; this is the third time you helped my tribe. I'm afraid this favor won't end soon."

Dasa turned his head and looked up at Rezan with the same smile on his face.

"Oh, I never expected you to pay me back. You just need to stop causing trouble for me."

Rezan bared his teeth as he spoke, and the long tail behind him swung from side to side impatiently.

"Oh, then I can only say, I will try my best."

Dasa spread his hands, expressing that he had no choice.

"Well, since your Zandalari tribe has the protection of two loa gods, you are naturally considered a big tribe, so you Zandalari are welcome to participate in this tribal meeting."

As the initiator of the meeting, Yaval, the chief of the Horn Tribe, broke up all the words he wanted to say in his heart. When he communicated with Tokali just now, he had a rough and vague understanding of Rezan's power.

Simply put, it is very strong, very strong.

Yaval hopes to get the help of the Zandalari tribe to resist the coming invasion of blood trolls.

"I know what you're thinking, Yaval. But, I'm hesitating right now."

Tokali's kind and soft female voice echoed in Yaval's spirit.

"My lord? Is there something wrong with that Zandalari tribe?"

Yaval asked Tokali in puzzlement.

Tokali did not answer him directly, but only said that he should learn to think for himself, and then weigh the pros and cons.

"In this matter, I have no way to make a decision for you and your tribe. It is you who decide this matter in the end, and what I can do is to test this man named Da before you make a decision. Sa's young man."

Tokali's words made Yaval fall into deep thought.

The same dialogue is going on between Gonk, Paku, Akunda and their disciples.

"Hmph, I thought your tribe really didn't have the protection of the loa gods. Unexpectedly, they are also a group of cowards."

The moment Muezala saw Rezan and Ghani appear, his sense of Dasa dropped to the minimum.

It seemed to him that what Dasa just said was all lies.

"Muezala, our Zandalar tribe did not have the protection of the loa gods at the beginning. During the period from a small tribe of more than [-] people to a medium-sized tribe of a hundred people, no loa provided shelter."

Dasa didn't have any intention of joking about this matter, he looked at the other side seriously.

"Really? But I remember that some guys called their tribe to have more than [-] people. They are trolls from your Zandalari tribe."

Muetzala floated in front of Dasa as he spoke, and almost stared at Dasa with his face close to his face.

"The remaining 300 people are women and children. They are refugees who were fortunate enough to be sheltered by Ghani because the blood trolls invaded the south and destroyed their own tribe. I just found their hiding place and brought them back to the tribe. That's all. That's all."

Dasa's eyes were also fixed on each other, and he was not afraid to meet the troll loa's eyes.

"Women and children?! Hahaha! You're a cunning fellow! What's your name?"

Moezala was moved by Dasa's words and expression, and he chose to believe Dasa's words.

"Dasa."

"Oh! Dasa! You are one of the most cunning trolls I have ever seen! You lied that your tribe has more than [-] people, but you did not tell outsiders, and more than [-] of them did not fight Women and children with great power. But you hide the power of the loa, the tribe's real hole card power! Your ambition seems not small."

Muerzala laughed out loud suddenly, but soon he became serious, his eyes fixed on Dasa.

The man in front of me is so similar to the part of him in his life!

That incomparably inflated ambition!
"Of course, I want to unify the troll clan, and I also want to completely wipe out Nazmir, clear the blood troll tribe there, and drive the evil god they believe in out of this world."

Dasa's expression didn't change at all, and he still had a confident smile on his face.

"Heh, ha ha, ha ha ha! Hey! Bwonsamdi! That's one of the funniest jokes I've heard this year! Looks like I'm worth it today."

Muerzala didn't take Dasa's words seriously at all, he took them as a joke.

He laughed very loudly.

Several chiefs and chiefs present heard what Dasa said, but obviously none of them really believed that the troll clan would be unified under the hands of this man in front of them.

"Hey, boy. It's still daytime, and it's not time to dream. If you really want to sleep, I'll introduce you to a place later, so you can go and sleep enough."

Rezan also didn't believe Dasa's words. He knew that the mortal in front of him had great ambitions, but he never thought it would be so big.

He thought that Dasa's ambitions were limited to the tribes of the trolls in the Zandalar Mountains, but he never thought that the man in front of him would have such ambitions.

Dasa looked at the laughing demigods and several leaders at the scene, and didn't care.

He knew that these guys would make the current statement, in the final analysis, because of his own lack of strength.

This is Azeroth, not the previous Earth.

There are supernatural powers and mysterious existences beyond ordinary people's cognition.

If Dasa wanted to unify the tribes of the trolls, in addition to the Zandalari tribe's own army being strong, he must also have enough strength to match.

"Let's get down to business. Isn't the theme of this conference how to fight against the blood trolls invading south?"

Daza thought it best to talk about the most probable things now.

"Fight against the blood trolls together? All right, as long as I can ensure my own tribe survives the dry season with food, I will participate."

When Manco talked about uniting against the blood troll, he stopped laughing, and he regained his form.

"Chief Manco?!"

Yaval couldn't believe that the guy in front of him dared to make such a choice in front of all the loa gods.

"How many people does your tribe have?"

Dasa didn't refuse directly, but rubbed his chin and asked.

"It's a medium-sized tribe of vassals, about 600 or so."

Manco himself didn't know how many trolls there were in his tribe, so he only reported the maximum value he estimated.

"There are more than 600 trolls. I will calculate the number of [-] trolls. Tsk, this number is indeed quite a lot."

Dasa's eyes lit up when he heard the population of the Claw Tribe. This number of people is quite a lot.

Even if they really want to provide them with food, that would be a hassle.What's more, the other party can only be regarded as an ally, not one of his own. Dasa does not intend to take out food so easily.

"How? Can you provide it?!"

Manco never believed that Dasa could really give them enough food to survive the dry season.

"Chief Dasa! There is no need to win over Chief Manco and the others, they will not join our defense alliance."

Latza uttered angrily, he had endured Manco's behavior for a long time.

Which tribe has no shortage of food now? !
Everyone is missing!
"Wait? Defense alliance? Why are we defending?! What we should do is attack! Invade Nazmir and burn the flames on their land!"

As soon as Dasa's words came out, the five leaders present were stunned.

　PS: Sorry for posting late today, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)