Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 357: Fighting All Heroes Alone

In front of the Dark Portal, the Alliance of Azeroth forces were engaged in a fierce battle with the Iron Horde troops stationed here. Facing the intensive firepower, the advance army of the Alliance of Azeroth paid a heavy price. As the general of the advance army, Thrall and Maraad are not easy either.

However, at the expense of the coalition warriors, the advance army finally broke into the Iron Tribe defenders' position, and an even more brutal hand-to-hand battle began.

At this time, the main force of Azeroth, which had received intelligence from the front line, also passed through the Dark Portal, entered Draenor, and came to the fierce battlefield.

At the same time, Daza also arrived over the battlefield on a shuttle.

"What a beating, Chief."

Atas and Dasa stood at the hatch of the plane, overlooking the fierce battlefield below.

"Now is not the time to make sarcastic remarks. I will go down first and you will come with us after we land."

After finishing speaking, Dasa clasped the bag in his hand on his head, leaned forward, and jumped out of the shuttle.

On the battlefield on the ground, Thrall, Maraad and their guards formed an assault team and headed towards the Iron Horde's central command post of the defenders.

But at this moment, Daza fell from the sky and crashed directly into the middle of the two people and the nearby Iron Tribe defenders.

"Everyone! Stop! In front of this king!"

Daza crashed into the battlefield like a meteorite. The shock wave caused by the landing not only repelled Thrall and other Azeroth coalition forces during the charge, but also shook away the Iron Horde defenders in this area. .

As the smoke and dust in the sky dispersed, Dasa's orc-style heavy armor of bright red and black iron colors was revealed.

"Haha! The great chief is here!"

"For the tribe!"

The defenders of the Iron Tribe were greatly boosted in morale after seeing Dasa's figure. After all, the invincible warchief had come to the battlefield in person, and there was no longer any suspense in this war.

"This doesn't look like an orc."

Maraad looked up at Dassan's tall body, and glanced at Thrall who was also surprised next to him with some surprise.

"It can't be Moknasa. They won't be that tall, and they don't look like ogres. But, they just called him the warchief."

Thrall looked at Dasa vigilantly. He was also guessing about Dasa's race. It was just race, there was no need to guess about Dasa's identity.

He could understand Orcish, and the orc warriors of the Iron Horde called him Warchief.

Could it be that he is the mastermind? !

Thrall has never seen Blackhand. He has only heard about this great chief from the old tribal era from the older generation of orcs. They all said that he was very tall and mighty, but now it seems that this is too tall. It's too much!

Even taller than the upright trolls of Azeroth.

"Great Chief? That's the enemy! Holy Light! This enemy is worth fighting!"

After Maraad confirmed Dasa's identity from Thrall, he rushed forward without any ceremony, holding the amethyst warhammer in his hand.

The golden holy light gave Maraad courage and strength, and he roared and swung the war hammer at Dasa.

just.

"I told you, everyone stop! Maraad! Don't you understand human language?!"

Daza held up the war hammer that Maraad smashed down with one hand. He recognized the draenei, and his voice became a little dull as it came out from the hood on his head.

"You, can speak Draenei?!"

Maraad was surprised that the orc warchief could speak Draenei. At the same time, Thrall saw that his allies failed to attack and swung the Doomhammer with the element of fire at Dasa.

"Very good, it seems that simple language is powerless, so let's talk while fighting!"

Daza looked at Thrall's already irritable heart, which was completely ignited by anger.

Holding Maraad's hammer tightly in his left hand, he used the opponent's weapon as well as his own as a weapon and threw it at Thrall who rushed up, smashing both of them out at once.

"Thall and the others are in danger, Arthas!"

Jaina became anxious after watching a tall strange creature defeat Maraad and Thrall in one move.

"I understand, Jaina. You are here to assist us, and I will help. In addition, Regent Sylvanas, I also hope you can help with the support work. Warriors! For the alliance! Charge with me!"

After Arthas finished speaking, he shook the reins and rode the horse on his crotch towards Daza. The Lordaeron Royal Guard heavy cavalry beside him also rushed towards the battlefield ahead.

"Hmph, you don't have to say it, warriors! Go support Thrall! For the tribe!"

After speaking, Sylvanas reached out and took out an arrow from the quiver on her back and put it on the longbow in her hand, aiming at Daza who was attacking Maraad and Thrall.

Jaina beside her also condensed a translucent cone-shaped ice crystal in her hand and threw it towards Daza.

Facing Dasa's attack, Maraad and Thrall were chased and beaten; Thrall was muttering in his heart at this moment, thinking about how Orgrim defeated this guy in Mak'gora. .

"Another one?!"

Alsace charged on his horse, and when the warhammer in his hand hit Dasa, he dodged it with an extremely flexible movement.

Daza did not recognize Alsace, after all, the opponent was also surrounded by gorgeous and strong armor, but he recognized the war hammer in Alsace's hand.

Hand of Tyr!

Sylvanas' shooting and Jaina's ice pick remote support forced Daza to quickly restrain his mind.

"Tch! It's pretty flexible, but I just like shooting moving targets."

After Sylvanas fired an arrow, she reached out and took out several arrows from the quiver behind her and aimed at Dasa.

Jaina also gathered a larger number of ice picks and attacked Daza, forcing him to be unable to fully respond to the attacks of Arthas, Thrall, and Maraad.

However, this approach of the two aroused Dasa's attention.

"Be careful! Jaina!"

After Alsace was kicked to death by Daza, the horse under his crotch was kicked to death, and Alsace could only fight on foot like Thrall. After a few rounds of fighting, he clearly discovered that the big orc in front of him was The chief is indeed not simple.

The superb martial arts once reminded him of the Troll King in the dream he had when he was a boy.

After he dodged another attack from the other party, he was shocked when he saw Daza leaping away from the three of them and heading towards Jaina and Sylvanas who were staying in front of the Dark Portal.

"damn it!"

Upon seeing this, Thrall quickly called on the elements of Draenor to help him, trying to protect the safety of Sylvanas and Jaina who were attacking Daza from a distance.

Daza who rushed over caught Sylvanas and Jaina off guard, but fortunately both of them were able to avoid Daza's blow.

The flashing spell and flexible rolling allowed Daza to miss this time, but Salamani thrust straight from the Dark Portal, forcing him to take off the Zandalari troll-style weapon behind his back. The big sword comes to block.

Ding!

"Monster! I want you to pay for my dead people!"

Varian roared angrily, his whole body flashing with bright red anger, waving the Salamani in his hand and slashing at Dasa. The chirping of sword blades turned into a piece of music in front of the Dark Door.

During the fight, Dasa already recognized who he was fighting.

Arthas, Jaina, Thrall, Maraad and the Varian in front of me. As for the high elf wearing emerald green ranger leather armor, snow-white skin and long golden hair, he must be Vereesa.

"You have chosen the wrong opponent! Children!"

Daza said loudly after sweeping away Varian, Arthas, and Thrall with one sword.

"You and your tribe chose the wrong opponent!"

Varian had no interest in hearing Dasa's nonsense.

"Varian! Be careful!"

Arthas reminded Varian softly after waving the Hand of Tyr to block Daza's sword strike.

In the Dark Portal, a steady stream of Azerothian coalition forces poured into Draenor.

Genn Greymane, Muradin Bronzebeard, Baine Bloodhoof, Lorkan and even Shandris Feathermoon, who turned into worgen, joined the battle against Daza.

The open space in front of the Dark Door has turned into a gladiatorial arena.

Dasa is the BOSS who dominates this arena.

"I have never seen an orc that can fight like this!"

After Greymane was knocked away by Daza with his sword spine, he lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. If Arthas hadn't taken the time to step back and use the holy light to heal him, he might have quit this battle.

"I've never seen such an agile orc before."

Sylvanas was a little anxious. None of the arrows she shot hit. The opponent's dodge seemed to be full. Her arrows even bounced off Dasa's sword many times. other people.

And Jaina, the other person responsible for long-range support, has been taken out of the battlefield by Daza. As for the price.

The frantic Alsace and Varian were launching a desperate attack on Daza. With the strategy of exchanging injuries for lives, they accomplished nothing except inflicting injuries on himself.

"No matter what, we have to defeat him! Otherwise, there will be no possibility of this war continuing!"

Shandris bent her bow and nocked the arrow, but she still didn't shoot it. She was observing Dasa's movement. Her archery skills were learned from her adoptive mother, Tyrande, and she had to be patient before shooting each arrow.

No matter how urgent.

Elune, I hope this arrow hits.

After the final prayer, the arrow turned into a white light and shot towards Dasa's chest.

Maraad, who had been fighting for a long time, also discovered some Duanmi. The orc chief in front of him seemed to have no intention of killing them. As a defense officer who had experienced many battles, he could detect that the opponent had been killed many times. They had opportunities, but he deliberately missed them.

There's something wrong here!

"Ok?"

When Daza felt the arrow shot by Shandris, he habitually wanted to dodge, but he still underestimated the speed of the arrow blessed by Elune.

The arrow pierced his hood, and although Dasa himself was not injured, the hood was shattered.

With Douluo broken, his appearance finally appeared in front of all the heroes present.

"stop!"

Maraad was the first to shout. If he still wanted to continue fighting if it was an orc or an ogre, then the tall night elf in front of him made him understand that what just happened might really be a misunderstanding.

"A night elf?!"

Shandis Yuyue was also stunned.

"Have you beaten enough?!"

Daza held the hilt of the greatsword tightly with both hands, inserted it on the ground in front of him, and looked down at the heroes of Azeroth surrounding him.

"Are you a night elf? Or something else?"

Shandris looked at Daza in disbelief. Only after she stopped fighting did she feel the blessing from Elune.

"Night Elf, maybe it doesn't count. Thrall and Arthas haven't seen each other for a long time, and Jaina, don't hide. I know you are back."

Daza's eyes swept across Thrall and Arthas, and at the same time he also looked sideways at the empty place behind him. After his words fell, Jaina withdrew from the invisibility technique.

"Have we met?"

Arthas walked up to Daza holding the Hand of Tyr and looked at him with some vigilance.

Because of the truce between the leaders, the Azeroth coalition and the Iron Horde defenders also stopped fighting, and both sides distanced themselves with a tacit understanding.

"Oh, you three little guys really made things difficult for me when we were in Zul'Dazar. Tastin Gou."

Dasa held the hilt of the sword with both hands and chuckled.

He recognized the identities of these three people, both of whom had met before.

"You said you were Dasa?!"

Jaina's eyes suddenly opened wide. She looked at Daza in disbelief. She could not compare the beautiful, handsome and majestic elf in front of her with the same tall, ugly but wild elf in her memory. The Troll King is connected.

"Dasa?! What did you say your name was?!"

Lorkan's eyes widened and he asked Daza in Troll tongue.

"Dasa, child; do you look like you are a Gurubashi by your skin color? What clan are you from?"

After hearing Rokan's voice, Daza noticed the troll shadow hunter, but he did not recognize who he was.

"Darkspear Clan, Lorkan."

Rokan briefly reported his name. Not many night elves knew Troll Language, but the elf in front of him obviously knew Troll Language very well, and he spoke it very smoothly, but many of his words were spoken in ancient accents. Only the old academics from the Zandalari Islands can speak in this way.

"The Darkspear clan, ah, is a brave clan."

Daza couldn't help but sigh after hearing about this clan. Perhaps it was because he saw Arthas and the others again, and his thoughts also drifted back to the era of fighting against the Aqir in the Zandalari Mountains.

"I said, who are you? Why did you, a night elf, become the warchief of this group of orcs? Who are you?!"

Varian's violent temper interrupted Dasa's memories, and he had to ask Dasa to give them an explanation!

(End of this chapter)