Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 358 Bad guys come in pairs

Facing Varian's questions, Daza wanted to know what that guy Garrosh had done to Azeroth. When he asked this question, not only Varian became even more angry, but Jaina's face also turned cold.

"As his chief, don't you even know what he did?!"

Varian angrily waved Salamani in his hand and struck Dasa, and Dasa could dodge this hateful blow at any time.

However, this time he did not dodge at all. The sharp blade split open the armor on Dasa's abdomen, cut through his skin, and penetrated deep into his flesh. Blood spattered out along the wound.

"Why don't you run away?!"

Varian's face was stained red by the blood splashed by Daza, and he looked at the night elf in front of him in disbelief.

How could this guy, whose strength far surpassed all the heroes present, not be able to dodge his sword?

"You also said that Garrosh is my subordinate. Since it was a subordinate who made a mistake, it is natural that I, the leader, should bear the responsibility."

Daza's golden eyes glanced over Varian and Jaina.

"I'm looking for Garrosh, not you. What I want is the life of Garrosh and his executioners, not yours!"

Varian took back Salamani in his hand, and the anger in his heart seemed to be temporarily extinguished by Dasa's blood.

"Your Majesty Varian is right, we are looking for Garrosh, not you."

Jaina agreed with Varian's words.

"You may need some treatment, that sword is not light."

Arthas looked at the severe laceration on Dasa's abdomen and wanted to treat it with holy light.

But he discovered a scene that made him unbelievable. Dasa's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood was no longer flowing out and the wound had scabbed over.

Rokan also noticed this characteristic of Dasa. This level of recovery speed even surpassed that of their trolls.

"Surprised, aren't you? Arthas, I told you, long time no see."

Daza chuckled lightly and looked at Alsace.

"It's really you, the God-King of Zandalari, His Majesty Daza!"

Only then did Arthas recognize Daza's identity. He couldn't figure out how a troll became a night elf even if he tried hard to figure it out.

"God King of Zandalari?! What are you talking about? He is clearly a night elf, what does he have to do with those barbaric trolls?!"

Shandris thought Arthas was talking nonsense, and she would never believe that a troll would have anything to do with the night elves.

While Daza was fighting the heroes of Azeroth alone, Atas and Milai had already landed the shuttle and rushed towards the battlefield ahead. Although they had all seen Dasa's true strength, this time After all, this is a battlefield, and none of them can guarantee that Dasa will resolve this conflict perfectly.

What's more, it is no longer possible to describe this battle as a conflict.

Once the wheel of hatred starts spinning, there is only one way to stop it, and that is the death of one party; what Atas and Milai have to do is to stop the rotation of the wheel of hatred as much as possible.

The Naaru scattered throughout Draenor seemed to have noticed the changes at the Dark Portal. They appeared in the sky above the battlefield in a tacit understanding of the situation.

For a time, the entire open space in front of the Dark Gate was shrouded in the holy light emitted by the five Naaru, and the soldiers on both sides who were injured in the conflict began to recover quickly.

"Naaru!"

After Maraad saw the appearance of the five Naaru, he even regretted his previous reckless actions.

"There were naaru at this time on Draenor?!"

Thrall had never thought that there were Naaru on Draenor during the old Horde era.

"You came at the right time, thank you."

Dasa turned his head and looked at the five Naaru floating in a semi-arc in the sky behind Dasa. He was really grateful for their arrival.

The appearance of the Naaru completely rescued Dasa. Because of them, these heroes from Azeroth began to truly decide to believe in Dasa.

The appearance of Atas and Milai strengthened this trust. After all, on Azeroth, even in joint operations between the Horde and the Alliance, the Draenei have never been willing to have any conflicts with the orcs. What too much communication.

However, when Atas and Milai saw the familiar faces of these orc soldiers of the Iron Tribe, it was not like they had no communication at all.

Something is wrong with this Draenor.

Something was very wrong. In Maraad's memory, the old Horde at this time should have swept across Talador and defeated all the draenei forces. The remaining draenei on Draenor were all captured as slaves. It was the sacrifice that opened the Dark Portal. The so-called road of glory paved with the bones of countless Draenei was something he would never forget in his life!

and many more!

Maraad seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly began to look around. He was looking for information about the Path of Glory and where the Draenei corpses might be, but found nothing. It's so clean here!

"I know what you are thinking, Maraad, but you need to confirm all this with your own eyes. Everyone, this conflict should end."

After Daza explained a few words to Atas and Milai and made them understand that this group of people were from another time and space, he also observed the way Maraad looked around.

"As long as you hand over Garrosh and his henchmen, we will naturally withdraw to Azeroth. Otherwise, we will definitely wipe you out."

Varian is not so easy to get rid of as Maraad, his goal is very clear, he just wants to kill Garrosh.

"Garrosh is still my subordinate no matter what. Even if he makes a mistake, you are not the one to judge him."

Naturally, Daza would not hand Garrosh over. Although the other party did make a mistake, a big one, that did not mean that the orc warlord needed to accept the trial of the Azeroth coalition.

This is an issue involving sovereignty!

"What did you say? You want to protect him!"

Genn Greymane on the side frowned.

"Cover? No, since you have violated my orders, you must accept punishment and trial, but only I have the power to do this trial. Do you understand?"

Daza looked at Jean with his sword in both hands.

"Friends from another world, you can come to Talador and take a look around before making your decision."

Lula, who was floating in the sky, took the initiative to speak out. His voice was like a crisp wind chime, possessing some special magic that calmed down the originally agitated heroes of Azeroth.

A conflict and misunderstanding was temporarily resolved. The reason was temporary because Garrosh had not yet received the justice he deserved.

After negotiation between the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde, the large forces withdrew to Azeroth, leaving only a part of the advance army to explore Draenor with several leaders.

Riding the train starting from the Dark Portal, a group of heroes from Azeroth came to Shattrath City in Talador. Perhaps only here can these nervous guys get some relaxation.

The guests from Azeroth were amazed by the splendid city of Shattrath. The style here was completely different from any city they had visited in Azeroth.

"Shattrath! I never thought I would see it in its prime in my lifetime!"

Maraad was sitting on the train, looking through the window at the city in the distance and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Brother? Aren't you supposed to be in the temple at this time?"

Lelan happened to be on the same train as Maraad from Azeroth. She had previously worked as an aid teacher in a village in the Tanaan Jungle, and she was planning to go to Shattrath on holiday today. My only relative, but I didn't expect to see him here.

"Ley...Leyland?!"

Maraad's eyes widened and he looked at his sister who appeared alive in front of him in surprise.

"What's wrong? Brother, you look so fussy, huh? Are you under too much pressure at work? Why do you look older?"

Rylan carefully looked at Maraad from Azeroth and found that he seemed much older than before.

Maraad stood up from his chair in excitement, hugged Leyland, and then began to sob; his sudden movement made Leyland stunned, and then he also hugged him At the same time, he comforted Maraad.

"Really, how old is your brother? Why are you still crying like a child?"

Touching Maraad's cold and solid armor, Lelan's voice could reach straight to the depths of Maraad's heart.

The train arrived at Shattrath City Station, and the group of guests from Azeroth got off the carriage one after another, and followed a Draenei tour guide to start a tour of Shattrath City.

While the guests were visiting, Dasa had already taken the shuttle back to Altay City. He met Garrosh who was imprisoned here in the prison of Altay City.

"Go on, tell me everything you have done, word for word."

Daza stood sullenly outside the cell and looked at Garrosh who was locked in the cell.

"What did you say? Didn't those group of invaders tell you everything? Why, is the warchief of the Iron Horde going to hand me over to those Alliance dogs like that coward Thrall did?"

Garrosh raised his head and stared at Daza with his fierce eyes.

"No, visitors from Azeroth are not qualified to judge the criminals of the Iron Horde."

Daza crossed his arms and looked at the Mag'har orc.

"Then, release me!"

Garrosh still didn't think he had done anything wrong.

"Idiot! You almost caused a war between Draenor and Azeroth!"

Daza could tell from Garrosh's still unruly attitude that this guy still didn't think he was wrong at this moment. He still stubbornly believed that everything he did was right.

"I knew it! The aliens simply can't understand what glory is and what the glory of the orthodox tribe is!"

Garrosh roared, and the chains that bound his limbs rattled as he struggled.

"Glory? You call this mindless violence glory?! Garrosh, you are a complete idiot!"

Daza was not good at preaching. He was really angry at Garrosh's words. He stretched out his hand and pulled off the lock. He opened the cell door and came to Garrosh. He looked at his Just a punch in the face.

"You have great power, but you don't have the determination to use it! You actually ally with those weak alliance dogs and traitors? You are as cowardly as them!"

Garrosh still acted very tough even after taking a punch from Daza.

"Cowardly? Haha, even hunting wolves know how to assess the situation. A mindless attack will only lead to their own destruction. Things that animals can understand, it seems you don't understand."

After Dasa punched the opponent a few more times, he finally let out some of the anger in his heart.

"Garrosh, you provoked unnecessary disputes without permission and disobeyed orders. These crimes are enough to imprison you until death! This is my sentence for you!"

Dasa said and left the cell.

"No! You coward! You don't deserve to be called a warchief at all! I will never surrender to you, to that coward Thrall, or to those Alliance dogs! Ah!"

Garrosh was very dissatisfied with Dasa's decision.

His dissatisfaction is not important to Dasa at the moment. He has more important things to do. For him, this is definitely a big deal.

And this big thing is that Gul'dan and his Shadow Council, who were imprisoned in the Dark Portal, escaped!

Judging from the traces left at the scene, they were rescued by outsiders. A very powerful Rogue entered the area during the battle between the Azeroth coalition forces and the Iron Horde defenders. Ruthless means were used to rescue everyone except Gul'dan who was imprisoned here as a "battery".

After rescuing them, they completely lost track of them. Due to the chaotic battlefield around them, no one knew where these guys who had taken refuge in the Burning Legion had gone.

Maybe they hid in the Tanaan Jungle, or maybe they sneaked through the Dark Portal. Either way is a hidden danger to Dasa.

"Ha, haha, hahaha! So that's it, that's it! Me in another time and space, ha, hahaha! Thank you for leaving me the gift!"

At this moment, Gul'dan was reaching out like crazy and groping up and down the body of the green-skinned Draenei orc hybrid woman with small fangs. It was this guy from another world who could free him from the fate of being a prisoner.

It was this bastard named Garona who made him know everything about that other world, or what he had done in another time and space, and also made him know the power treasured in that world called Azeroth. !

That is a power that is comparable to that of a true god. If he can obtain that power, he will also become a god!

At that time, these guys who look down on him will truly feel the pain he once felt!

But now, all he has to do is contact the god in the twisted void!

Tell him about the current situation on Draenor.

(End of this chapter)