Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 39 The Supporting Hunter

In the wooden house, Yaval received Shirok, and the two sat opposite each other in front of the table, on which were the map and the damaged golden armor that Dasa asked him to bring back.

"So, Chief Dasa has also become your chief?"

After listening to Shirok's story about the Echo Tribe and what happened to Dasa in the short seven days after he went deep into the Nazmir Forest, Yaval was extremely shocked.

He had never thought that there were troll tribes other than blood trolls in the forest of Nazmir before.

"Yes, Chief Dasa passed the test of the loa we believe in, and naturally became the chief of our tribe."

Sherlock nodded.

"I understand. Today is the seventh day. It is said that this hunting competition will end today, but now it seems that something has happened. I will notify the witches of the Zandalari tribe to come over. When the time comes, you will be well." Let's talk about it. You have worked hard along the way, go and rest first, Priest Shilock."

Yaval said and got up and stood up, inviting Shirok to rest.

"I understand, but I hope to see the priest of Zul as soon as possible; the chief is still fighting in Nazmir, and I must find enough reinforcements for him. Please Chief Yawar!"

After finishing speaking, Sherlock picked up the items on the table and got up and left the wooden house, and went to a temporary settlement under the leadership of a sharp-horned troll.

The trolls of the Echo Tribe still need his care.

Yaval looked at Shilok who was leaving, hesitated, turned around and went to the altar dedicated to Tokali in the Horn Tribe. He found the witch of his tribe and hoped that she could communicate with Tokali. He needed Loa God's guidance.

In the northern village of the Zandalar Tribe, after Zul received the news from Yawal, he immediately summoned Kikchiko and others, and rushed to the Sharp Horn Tribe.

"Your Majesty Lezan, will Dasa come back safely this time?"

Zuul rode on the back of Deinonychus, he let go of his spirit, his soul seemed to have suddenly entered a special realm, here he saw Rezan and the loa gods he had seen before, This spell was given to him by Garni.

"This is the choice made by that guy, isn't it? Whether it is safe or not, it is the result of his choice."

Rezan looked down at Zuul.

"Don't worry, I just saw him in the forest of Nazmir not long ago, that kid is much more tenacious than the mortals I sheltered."

Gonk walked in front of Zul.

He still remembered that in that forest at that time, Manco was already looking like he was dying, and that guy Dasa didn't seem to be injured at all.

Judging by the confident look of the other party, it must have been a rewarding hunt.

"But now."

Zul is still very worried about Dasa's current situation. He is really worried that his friend will die in the Nazmir Forest.

"Don't worry, there's a bat out there, and your chief will be fine."

Paku flapped his wings. Of course he knew Sirik was hiding in Nazmir, but since the other party didn't want to come back, he wouldn't take the initiative to find him.

Paku didn't think he was wrong about that incident back then.

"Did he meet another loa god? I understand, thank you loa!"

Zuer exited this mysterious spiritual space after talking to all the loa. He opened his eyes again and rode on the back of the Deinonychus, his inner anxiety was slightly relieved.

But it was just some, he never let go of Dasa's worries.

Hurrying along the way, I finally arrived at the village of the Jianjiao tribe at ten o'clock in the evening.

"Chief Yawal! Where is the troll with the token of Chief Daza?!"

Zul jumped off the back of the Deinonychus, walked quickly to Yaval, and looked for Shirok's figure.

"He's in the tribe's bonfire square, come together, we'll chat there, Lord Tokali will also be there to listen to our content."

Yaval looked at the anxious Zul and the Zandalari hunters behind him, and knew that the other party was going deep into Nazmir to rescue Dasa.

As he spoke, he led a group of people straight into the gate of the village and headed towards the campfire square.

In the Bonfire Square, Sherlock just learned from Sirik that Dasa killed the Blood Mistress who was chasing the Echo Tribe by himself, and even his own state is no longer very good.

Hearock, who heard the news, became even more disturbed.

At this moment, Yaval and Zul walked into the bonfire square.

"You are that Siroc, the priest under Sirik's crown."

Zul confirmed Xilock at a glance, and walked over quickly without waiting for Yaval's introduction; it was a matter of Dasa's life and death, and he didn't care about etiquette.

"Exactly, are you the good friend that the chief said, Zul?"

Sherlock guessed Zul's identity based on his voice.

"Yes, according to Chief Yawar, you still have a token to hand over to me. What is it?"

Only by the light of the campfire did Zuul realize that the other party was blind.

"It's all here."

Shirok took Dasa's broken golden armor out of the leather package, and at the same time unfolded the map of the southern Nazmir area drawn by Dasa himself.

When Zuer saw the broken golden armor, the pupils in his eyes shrank obviously. He could imagine what kind of attack his friend suffered in that forest, so that this armor was damaged into this look.

"Can you contact Her Majesty Sirik? Does he know the current situation of Chief Dasa?"

Zul took a second look at the golden armor, and then put it down. At this moment, he was even more worried about Dasa's safety.

"Master Sirik told me just now that the chief killed the blood mistress who was chasing our tribe and several blood hunters under her command not long ago, and now he has tried his best to escape."

Sherlock's voice trembled more and more as he spoke. Dasa saved the lives of the trolls of the Echo Tribe who arrived here. Now that their chief is in deep danger, they are helpless. This is undoubtedly a kind of irony.

"Why didn't you stop him! Ah! Why didn't you stop him! He's your chief! Mine too! I tell you! Shirok! If Chief Dasa dies! All of you! I want you Go to be buried with him! Do you understand?!"

Zuer's emotions completely collapsed when he heard this sentence, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed Sherlock's neck.

From Yaval's message, he knew what happened to the Echo Tribe during the retreat, and he really didn't like these cowards at all.

Now, his chief is fighting to death for this group of trolls that he seems to have nothing to do with, and this group of people still has the face to live in the sanctuary of the Horn Tribe!
How could he not be angry.

"I know I know."

The guilt on Sherlock's face allowed Zuer to lose his temper.

"Both priests, please calm down first. Our top priority now is to rescue Chief Dasa and Chief Manco. We will talk about it later if we have any temper."

Seeing this atmosphere, Yaval quickly stepped forward to act as a peacemaker.

"Chief Yawar is right, you! Take your people! Follow us! Go to the Nazmir Forest now! I want to rescue my chief with my own hands! Kikchiko! Let's go!"

Zul left Sherlock angrily, pointed at his nose and ordered, then turned around and flicked his priest's cloak, and led Kikchiko and twenty other Zandalari hunters away from the Horn Tribe. village.

With a dejected expression, Xilock got up from the ground, watched Zul finally gritted his teeth and bid farewell to Yaval, and went to the temporary settlement of the Echo Tribe to pull people.

What Zul said is not wrong, Dasa is the chief of their tribe anyway, let their chief fight to the death in front, but they hide in a safe place and live without caring about him, this kind of thing makes them echo that the whole tribe is gone face.

Sherlock heard the lively discussion in the Echo Tribe, and the shame in his heart turned into anger at this moment.

"Get up! Follow me! Let's go back to Nazmir Forest!"

His words stunned all the trolls of the Echo Tribe present.

"What are you talking about? Wu, we managed to escape. You want us to go back now? Are you kidding me?"

"Yeah, we managed to escape, why did we go back? I'm not going back, I'm going back to the Zandalar Mountains tomorrow."

Hearing these messy answers, Sherlock's anger became more and more intense.

"Shut up! You cowardly cowards! The chief is still fighting to the death in the forest! What is he doing for?! So that we can escape from the damn forest! But, how can we just sit like this? Watching him being killed in the forest by those blood trolls?!"

In a panic, Sherlock used the sound wave spell he learned from Sirik, and the huge sound wave immediately suppressed all the troubled Echo Tribe trolls present.

All the trolls covered their ears and fell to the ground in pain. They didn't understand why Sherlock suddenly lost his temper.

"You! You! You! And you! Take up arms now, and return to the Nazmir Forest with me! Rescue our chief! I don't want other trolls to point my nose, They say that the members of our Echo Tribe are cowards! You can’t even save your own chief! Listen clearly! This is an order! It’s not a discussion! If you don’t want to, you’ve betrayed Lord Sirik! Got it!”

After saying that, Sherlock turned and left the temporary camp. He went to get his weapon, and he didn't know what to do in his heart. Together, he returned to the Nazmir Forest to rescue Dasa.

If no one really wants to go with him, then he will go to Zul, and he can still be a good guide in this dark forest.

With Sherlock's departure, the trolls in the Echo Tribe remained silent, and those Echo Tribe trolls who were named by Sherlock showed obvious differentiation after hesitating for a while.

Some trolls took the initiative to pick up their weapons and equipment and left this temporary camp to follow in the footsteps of Sirocco, while the other part insisted on staying in the camp and would never follow Sirocco back to the Nazmir Forest.

Because in their view, this kind of behavior is tantamount to going to death.

They themselves have no feelings for Dasa, the new chief. Since the other party chose to stay to buy time for them to escape from the Nazmir Forest, then they have fulfilled his expectations if they escaped. Going back would be a waste of his thoughts.

"Is it just you? Well, I see. Come with me, we have to catch up with those Zandalari hunters, and the chief wants us to save them."

Sherlock judged by the sound of footsteps the number of people who followed him, but only seven trolls.He was a little disappointed with his tribe.

The hunters of the Zandalari tribe and the hunters of the Echo tribe, led by their respective witches, crossed the river overnight and returned to the Nazmir forest.

They have only one common goal, and that is to rescue their chief.

On the morning of the third day after the hunters of these two tribes left the Sharp Horn Tribe, the village of the Sharp Horn Tribe welcomed another group of hunters from the Claw Tribe riding velociraptors. They also learned about it from Yaval The chief himself took the initiative to participate in the blocking battle in the forest in order to save another tribe.

They also came to save their chief. After a brief understanding of the situation from Yawal, this team of 25 troll hunters also hurriedly left the village of the Horn Tribe and headed towards the Nazmir Forest. gone deep.

In the forest of Nazmir, Manco and Clara evacuated to the previously scheduled meeting point with the help of four velociraptors, where they happened to see the last surviving five hunters of the Echo Tribe. It can be said that everyone is injured.

"Where's your chief? Has he not come?"

Manco scanned his eyes, but he didn't find Dasa's figure, so he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

"No, we haven't seen the chief."

An echo troll hunter shook his head.

"Where's your loa? He didn't tell you, how is your chief now?" Manco frowned, looking at the echo troll hunter who answered him.

"Master Sirik, he didn't tell us."

After saying this, the echo troll hunter lowered his head, they were all very tired.

"I'm going to get my chief back, whether it's dead or alive, I'm going to take him out of this ghost place."

When Clara heard this, she couldn't help but turned around and wanted to leave this evacuation point to find Dasa.

Her reckless behavior was naturally stopped by Manco.

"Do you know where that guy is? You just run around? You are going to die! You guys take this crazy woman to evacuate. As for your chief, I will go find him. Originally, did I have a score with him? After the calculation, take her away!"

Regardless of Clara's struggle, Manco handed her over to the five surviving Echo Tribe hunters, and he turned around and rode the velociraptors away from the extraction point.

He really wants to find Dasa, because the challenge between the two has not yet been decided.

　PS: It's Saturday again, I need your follow-up reading!That's very important to me, along with tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)