Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 59 The Battle Mother's First Defeat

The bright red spear that was burning like a flame pierced Chichen Itza's solid blood shield in one blow as Dasa roared. The chest pain communicated to her brain nerves.

"Ah!!!! You! Damn! Die!"

Chichen Itza screamed desolately and angrily, her voice and Dasa's actions at this moment frightened the other blood hunters around her.

They never thought that the invincible mistress of war, favored by the blood god, would be injured by a mortal like them.

"Drink!"

Daza let out a loud cry, and the movement of his hand stabbed deeper, stirring the barrel of the gun with both hands.

In the distance, the blood rush to the northern villages collapsed.

The caster was severely injured, so the spell could not be maintained.

As the mistress of war, Chichen Itza was not so easy to kill. She clenched the long spear that Dasa stabbed into her chest with both hands, and stared at his eyes through the bone mask on her face.

The two sides began a power struggle.

As the mistress of war, Chichen Itza's personal force is not inferior to Dasa's, even if she was stabbed by Dasa to the heart.

Although the blood tide had collapsed, there were still a lot of mobs left in it. Chichen Itza was keenly aware of this, and she thought of a good way to get rid of Dasa in an instant. She could use those mobs completely.

Soon under her active guidance, the tide of blood mixed with residual magic essence rushed towards her body like hundreds of rivers entering the sea.

Daza was focusing on the power struggle between the two sides. He did not expect that the power of the mistress of war would be so great.

This is still the case when the other party is injured.

"Um?!"

When the bright red blood rushed into Chichen Itza's body from the collapse of the blood tide, Dasa felt that something was wrong.

"Blood God! Blasphemer! Your blood! Your heart! Your body! Even your soul! Everything about you will be enshrined to the Lord!"

With the continuous influx of those magic spirits into Chichen Itza's body, the serious injury caused by the damaged heart is rapidly recovering.

Her lost power has not only returned, but has become stronger and stronger!

With both hands, he pulled out the spear that had pierced her chest.

Dasa watched the other party's actions in astonishment, and then he felt a sense of weightlessness again.

Chichen Itza clenched the spear with both hands and swung it, together with Daza.

One lap, two laps, three laps, the speed was getting faster and faster, until Daza was thrown to the highest point, she let go of the long gun tightly held by both hands.

Dasa was just thrown out.

Deng!
Dasa drew a graceful arc in the air and smashed heavily into another army formation of the blood trolls. The falling speed caused his whole body to ache and his brain became dizzy at the same time.

Fortunately, he didn't hurt his bones and internal organs, which is already a great luck.

The strong dizziness made him unable to react for a while, and the surrounding blood hunters who came back to their senses had already surrounded him with weapons in their hands.

Their goal is very clear to capture Dasa alive!
This blasphemer will be the best sacrifice for this Southern Expedition.

Facing these blood hunters, even though Dasa was dizzy and in pain, he still had the power to fight.

The bright red spear in his hand turned into a dense forest of guns, and any blood hunters who dared to approach him were stabbed into a hornet's nest.

The number of corpses of blood hunters piled up around Dasa is increasing. These blood trolls are not afraid of death. They know that the mistress of war is coming at this moment. She is always watching them, and the blood god is always with them !
Fanatic emotions overwhelmed the fear brought about by biological instinct, and death could no longer stop them from moving forward.

Dasa also deeply felt the strength of these blood trolls in this battle.

The cult's religious fanaticism united these frail blood trolls, and this bond gave them the capital to invade the Zandalari mountain troll tribes south.

And their greatest source of strength is the blood god Hakar.

Dasa saw the cunning, cold and cruel snake eyes of the blood god Hakkar from the figures of the blood hunters who were not afraid of death and shouted the blood god's blessing slogan.

"A mortal can last so long under the attack of the hunters under the protection of our lord; you will indeed be a good sacrifice."

At this moment, Chichen Itza not only fully recovered from her injuries, but her strength also grew stronger because of those demon spirits. Now Dasa is no longer a threat to her.

He is nothing more than a readily available sacrifice.

Therefore, she wanted to capture the guy who hurt her with her own hands.

With Chichen Itza's order, these blood hunters who kept besieging Dasa retreated one after another. They retreated very consciously behind Chichen Itza and their respective hunter captains.

The five blood mistresses who belonged to Chichen Itza hurried over with their blood priests. They were all shocked when they heard the news that the war mistress had been assassinated, and hurriedly brought their own The blood priest rushed over.

Fortunately, there was no major problem with the mistress of war they were thinking about.

So, they also consciously gathered around Chichen Itza and Dasa, watching this performance that belonged to Chichen Itza.

A sacrificial ceremony led by the War Mistress.

"Bah! Blood god of shit, just a wind snake, I will chop off its snake head sooner or later and hang it on the gate of my village!"

Daza took off the round shield behind him and put it in front of him, and put his spear on the round shield in a defensive state.

After hearing Dasa's words, Chichen Itza narrowed his eyes and stared at the blasphemer.

Madness!Arrogance of the utmost arrogance!

Since the other party is so arrogant, then she must let the other party feel the mighty power of the blood god.

Under the surge of scarlet magic power in her hand, a blood sphere condensed on the palm of her left hand at an extremely fast speed, and Dasa also charged against the shield at an extremely fast speed.

The point of the gun was pointed at her throat.

At this critical moment, the scarlet blood sphere hit Dasa's shield, and the impact knocked him back. The corrosiveness of the blood sphere was vividly displayed on the shield surface, and the bronze plate was covered by a A blood cell is pitted with corrosion.

After Dasa was repelled, he was not discouraged, he tossed around and charged towards Chichen Itza again.

Both hands of Chichen Itza lit up with scarlet light, and the blood spells shot towards Dasa one after another.

Blood Arrow, Blood Orb spells one after another were either dodged by Dasa, or blocked by his shield. She had never felt that a hunter could be so tricky.

"Enough! You mean fellow!"

Chichen Itza gradually became angry because his attack failed to be effective, and Dasa's attack became more and more sharp.

Daszak never cared about curses of this level, let alone curses from the enemy.

He will only respond to the enemy's curse with a more focused attack.

"Aid the battle mother!"

In the blood troll army formation outside, there was a scream.

Four totem poles suddenly fell from the sky, and then four blood mistresses jumped out from the battle formation. The totem poles filled with scarlet light shot out four scarlet blood bands, binding Dasa who was running around. .

"Damn it! You bastards!"

After his limbs were tightly bound by the four blood belts, Dasa cursed loudly.

"Oh~ hehehe, now, you can feel the punishment of my lord."

Chichen Itza smiled cruelly, and a bright red magic ball condensed in his hand.

Although she was a little dissatisfied with the blood mistresses under her command who acted without authorization and ruined her hunting fun; but for the sake of their cooperation in catching the damn mouse, she chose to forgive these guys.

Dasa struggled hard, trying to break free from the four blood bands that controlled him, but the mysterious spells were far beyond what a barbarian like him who could only use his muscles could break free from.

He refuses to accept it!You must not fall here.

Maybe one day he will die in battle, but that will definitely not be today!

He can fight to the death.

He could die in the hands of those ancient gods, or in the hands of the Big Three of the Burning Legion, but he absolutely must not die in the hands of this blood troll who has no reputation at all.

The magic ball touched his chest, and Chichen Itza smiled ferociously and looked at Dasa who was struggling weakly like a small animal waiting to be slaughtered.

"You and your tribe will disappear under the punishment of the blood god. Your struggle is meaningless."

This blood orb was not the corrosive orb that Dasa expected, and he felt his body burning at this moment.

The blood is boiling, the internal organs are burning, and even the thinking is getting more and more crazy.

The appearance and whispers of the blood god Haka appeared in his spirit.

He also heard the vicious curse of Chichen Itza.

"Disappear? No! It's you bastards who should disappear! Zandalari live forever! Drink!"

The feeling of boiling and burning all over his body reminded Dasa of the scene when he killed the blood mistress. Since his body had already started to burn, he might as well go crazy to the end!
"what?!"

Chichen Itza was shocked, as were the other Blood Priests and Blood Mistresses.

Dasa broke free from the four blood bands that bound him.

The rising steam floated up from his body, and the light of anger was rekindled at this moment.

An indescribable sense of fear and crisis appeared in the hearts of all the casters.

"The Zandalari live forever!"

"not good!"

In desperation, Chichen Itza raised a blood shield to block Dasa's deadly thrust, but she was pushed out by the blow.

Why did Dasa's power suddenly become so strong?

Chichen Itza didn't understand.

After repelling the war mistress, Dasa didn't pursue it immediately, but chose the target on those blood priests and blood mistresses who were watching him.

At this moment, like a red comet, he leaped high from the ground, drew a bright red arc in the sky, and smashed heavily into the army formation of the blood troll, stabbing the blood-donating priests who had no time to escape. Skewers.

Near the camp near the village in the north, the blood hunters were suddenly attacked by a group of raptor cavalry in bronze armor.

"Damn Dasa! He chose this time to take risks! Do we really think we are all blind?! We all followed! Go, go! Rescue the chief!"

Manco was wearing the bronze armor of the Raptor Dragoon, holding a bronze spear in his hand and leading the charge.

Above the night sky, a group of pterodactyl riders flew towards the place where Dasa and Chichen Itza fought under the guidance of several bats.

At night, wind snakes can't fly at all, because in this dark sky they will only be killed by pterodactyls with bat assists.

"We must catch up. Dasa, you are such a madman! How far is it?!"

Roka holds a longbow in his hand, and a bronze spear hangs on the right side of the saddle; he anxiously asks a troll from the Echo Tribe sitting behind him.

The two warlords, Manco and Roca, decided to dispatch after seeing the tsunami-like blood tide collapse.

The two who had dealt with Dasa knew clearly that that level of spell breakdown was definitely not out of mercy from the caster, but because their chief had done something frightening to them!
In the center of the battlefield, Dasa had already abandoned the shield used to protect himself. At this moment, he was holding the bright red spear in both hands and shuttling through the battle formation of blood trolls. The golden armor on his body was still damaged and stained. Countless tainted blood.

I don't know how many blood trolls fell under his gun in this battle, and I don't know how long I can last.

Now, there is only one goal in his mind, to kill the war mistress in front of him—Chichen Itza.

"Don't run! Chop Suey!"

Daza chased Chichen Itza and stabbed straight, the war mistress seemed to have been beaten by him.

"Blood God! How is this possible! What the hell are you!"

Chichen Itza was really frightened by Dasa's actions. She didn't understand how a hunter could have such powerful strength.

After being hit by his blood ball, the opponent suddenly became stronger.

The speed and strength were so strong that he was unable to parry it. It's not that Chichen Itza didn't want to use magic to get rid of Dasa.

It was because the other party didn't give her this chance at all, Dasa's speed was too fast.

Even the blood mistresses under his command had no chance. Once he cast a spell to attack Dasa, he would be quickly found and killed by the other party.

Three of the six blood mistresses under his command were shot to death by Dasa because of their spell attacks. This is definitely not an ordinary hunter.

He is a monster!

The red-eyed Dasa roared, and threw the spear in his hand towards Chichen Itza viciously.

Chichen Itza also felt the sound of breaking through the air behind her, and she anxiously called for the help of the blood hunters around, but when a group of blood priests were killed by Dasa alone, these fanatical blood hunters came Already crashed.

At this time, Dasa was no longer an ordinary troll hunter in their eyes, he was very human.

It is an invincible enemy!
puff!

The bright red spear pierced Chichen Itza's back with a bright red trail in the sky, and the spear penetrated deeply into the ground.

Chichen Itza was nailed to the ground, and the offense and defense had reversed at this moment.

She struggled to avoid Dasa's pursuit, but all this was in vain. Dasa pulled out the bright red long sword at his waist, and walked slowly towards her step by step under the moonlight.

From the corner of the eye, Dasa approached step by step, Chichen Itza struggled harder, she didn't want to die!

Daza's footsteps became slower and slower until he reached Chichen Itza, and then suddenly fell down.

"Ha, haha! You are just a mortal! You are a mortal! You still want to kill me?!"

Chichen Itza looked at Dasa who suddenly fell down, and felt that the sense of crisis in his heart had passed.

She struggled to pull out the spear that had been inserted into her waist, and was about to kill Dasa back.

"Defend the chief!"

A sharp arrow shot down from the sky and hit her wrist. In pain, Chichen Itza dropped the spear in her hand and retreated repeatedly.

At the same time, a bronze spear shot out from the side and knocked down the bone mask on her face.

"Stay away from my chieftain! White ghost!"

Manco rode his velociraptor to kill at this critical moment, guarding between Dasa and Chichen Itza.

Chichen Itza looked at the velociraptors who had half-surrounded her, and the brigade of pterodactyl riders hovering in the night sky above her head, and she fled without looking back.

This was the first time she was defeated during the southward invasion. More than half of her army was gone, and almost all of her mistresses and priests were lost, and she was also seriously injured.

She was powerless to fight for a short time.

Dasa was also quickly withdrawn to the northern village under the cover of Roca and Manco.

That's how the night raid ended, anticlimactic.

　PS: It's Monday, and it's a new week. I'm here again to ask for tickets and favorite subscriptions. 0v0
　　
　
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