Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 60

After a night raid, neither the blood troll settlement under Chichen Itza nor the Zandalari tribe's northern villages were able to launch a battle against each other.

Chichen Itza suffered severe physical injuries from fighting Dasa, and she couldn't even cast spells for a short time.

The situation in Dasa is even worse.

"How's the situation?"

Manco looked at Zur who came out of the wooden house with a worried look on his face.

"The situation is not good. That guy's body temperature has been dropping. At present, he can barely maintain a relatively stable temperature with herbs and the holy light under the crown of Laizan. As for when he will wake up, I don't know."

Zuer glanced worriedly into the room, sighed, and shook his head.

After he learned that Dasa was going on an adventure again, he immediately rode a pterodactyl and broke through the sky blockade of the Wind Snakes and rushed into the village in the north.

It was precisely because Zuer arrived in time that Dasa's life was barely suspended.

"Well, I hope this guy can survive."

Roca glanced at Dasa who was lying unconscious on the bed in the wooden house, and sighed similarly.

To be honest, although the three were very dissatisfied with Dasa's risky move, they still admired each other's courage.

It was precisely because of Dasa's decisive action choice that Chichen Itza's blood wave did not destroy the entire northern village; it was also because of this action that nearly half of the blood mistresses died under his gun. There are even more blood priests.

However, the Zandalari tribe's northern village suffered a lot.

In order to rescue Dasa, they dispatched an elite team of velociraptors and pterodactyl riders.

During the rescue battle, many hunters fell on the scorched plain.

"The chief will be fine, the loa will always protect him, I promise."

Zul looked at the two warlords with low morale, and he knew very well that the morale of the soldiers in the northern village must be maintained.

The news of the chief's serious injury and coma cannot be spread no matter what, otherwise, once the morale of the defenders in the northern villages collapses, they will lose this war.

As the chief, Dasa fell into a coma, so at this time the whole tribe needed him, the high priest of the priesthood, to shoulder the burden.

"Really? Are you sure? High Priest."

Roca and Manco's trust in the loa gods can be said to be full value. If those loa gods really protect Dasa as Zul said, then their chief will definitely be able to over this difficult time.

"I can assure you that the Loa will always protect Chief Dasa. They will also always protect the Zandalari tribe. It is absolutely impossible for those blood trolls to capture the northern village."

Zuer nodded with a serious face.

Looking at the two warlords who put their hearts back into their stomachs again, he just ordered a group of Faji Kechiko to let Dasa have a good rest, and then left here and returned to his wooden house.

"The Loa gods will always protect Dasa? Zur, your ability to lie is getting stronger and stronger."

Looking at the reflection of the water surface in the tub, Zuer laughed at himself.

As he who followed Dasa all the way, he clearly remembered the slightly antagonistic attitude of Dasa and the loa gods. This old friend of his had never really believed in a loa god.

Since he wouldn't even trust those loa gods, then why would he get the protection of those loa?
This lie is a bit too funny.

Looking at Dasa who fell unconscious, Zuer really felt how difficult the path his old friend chose was. How difficult is the path to choose.

Now, he has some real feelings.

In the past, he didn't understand why Dasa insisted on concentrating the main force of the tribe on the border area between the Nazmir Forest and the Zandalari Mountains to build such a village; Smooth development in the Zandalar mountains will do.

Under the protection of the Loa, the future of the tribe is destined to be better and better.

Sooner or later, they will become a powerful tribe comparable to the other five tribes.

However, now looking back at those original thoughts, Zuer felt how funny and naive it was.

Those White Walkers in the Nazmir Forest will not be satisfied staying in the Nazmir Forest. Sooner or later, they will attack the Zandalar Mountains aggressively, and they also want to occupy this rich forest.

At that time, they will fight on their own, and the Zandalari mountain troll tribes will be wiped out by those white ghosts.

The Zandalari tribe is not alone.

His friend's foresight is beyond his reach, and every step he takes seems to be seeking a better way out for the entire troll group.

Although this road is full of thorns and traps.

After washing his face with the water in the basin, Zuer took a deep breath, walked to the simple shrine built in his wooden house, lit a stick of incense wood and began to meditate.

In a trance, he once again entered the mysterious spiritual space belonging to the gods of the Loa.

"It was really a bold surprise attack. That kid Dasa is really capable."

Gonk watched the entire battle through the eyes of the velociraptors.

"After all, that guy can pass our common trial, so he won't be an ordinary person."

Paku spread his wings and stretched his neck.

"The priest of the wind snake gave Dasa a vicious curse. I can't remove it for him. Who of you can do it?"

Sirik saw the reason why Dasa was unconscious and his body temperature was dropping.

"Rezan, that guy was the one you protected in the first place, you have a solution, right?"

Gani looked up at Rezan, the biggest Devilsaur.

"He can bear that level of curse by himself. Since he has the ambition to become a king, he will naturally have to bear all the hardships on the journey to the throne. This curse is nothing but self-inflicted It's just suffering."

Rezan refused to remove the blood curse imposed by the war mistress on Daza, since that kind of thing was not fatal anyway.

This is also what Rezan doesn't understand. It is said that the other party has always wanted to reach Dasa's death. Why did he give him such a curse just for torture and restriction?

In addition, Dasa's sudden burst of power at critical moments seems to have something to do with that curse.

Of course, all of this is Rezan's guesswork.

All he has to do is make sure this guy doesn't die.

"You really are a guy."

Gani shook his head helplessly after hearing Rezan's words, he didn't know what to say to the other party.

While the five Loa were chatting, Tokali's figure appeared.

He looked a little anxious.

"Can you get in touch with that mortal? The group of mortals I protect can't hold on anymore."

The five loa gods looked at each other after hearing Tokali's words. They didn't speak but just looked at him.

"This time, the number of white-skinned trolls who invaded the south is far greater than usual. Their offensive is too fierce. The mortals I have sheltered will not be able to resist, so I want to discuss with you, so that the person named The mortals of Dasa sent troops to their aid."

Tokali looked at the five loa who were silent and looked at him, and carefully explained his purpose.

"That kid Dasa just fought against the group of white trolls last night, but he was seriously injured and passed out."

Gani looked around and saw that the other Loa were silent, so he simply told Tokali the reason.

"What?! He, he's dead?"

As soon as Tokali heard what Gani said, he immediately thought that Dasa was gone.

While the six Loans were discussing, Zuer's spiritual body entered here.He greeted all the Loa for the first time, and it was also the first time he saw the impatient Tokali.

"You! I know you. You are the witch of that mortal settlement. Now that your leader is gone, you must have the final say. I need the help of you mortals to help those mortals under my protection."

Tokali recognized Zul at a glance, and he didn't care about anything else, so he directly told Zul about the situation of the Sharp Horn Tribe.

"Well, we'll figure it out."

Zul was stunned for a moment after hearing Tokali's words, but he didn't agree to the other party.

He didn't expect that the Sharp Horn tribe had reached the point where they couldn't hold on anymore. It seemed that the number of blood trolls who invaded the south this time was really unusual.

Torkali's emotions quickly calmed down under the comfort of the other loa. It's not that he can't help the Horn Horn Tribe to resist the attacks of these blood trolls, but facing the wind snakes flying in the sky , He is really a bit out of sorts.

Zul came here this time to seek help from a group of loa, hoping that they could help him heal Dasa's injury, but this time he was destined to return disappointed.

When Zul woke up from meditation, he immediately planned to go to the War Hall to discuss with Manco and Roca whether to send troops to support the Horn Tribe.

Just when Zul walked into the War Discussion Hall, he found that the two warlords were already here, and the two of them were also discussing about the Horn Tribe.

"Whether to rescue or not, we need the chief to make a decision. The current defenders in the northern villages are insufficient, and we have no ability to divide our troops to rescue the sharp-horned tribe."

Roca's meaning was very obvious. He didn't want to use the hunters in his own tribe to rescue the troll tribe that had nothing to do with them.

Even if they signed a mutual defense treaty at the beginning.

Where were the reinforcements from the Horn and Thunder tribes when the Zandalar village was besieged?
They didn't see that from the beginning of the war to the present, their Zandalari tribe has been suffering alone.

Even their own chief had already fallen into a coma because of the curse of those white ghosts, but at this time, they received a message for help from the Sharp Horn Tribe.

What did you do early? !

"If we don't save the Sharp Horn Tribe, our place will be completely reduced to an isolated island. At that time, the sky will be ruled by wind snakes, and the pterodactyls will not be able to rush out at all! Where will our supplies come from?!"

Manco objected. Although he was not very willing to talk to Yaval of the Horn Tribe, he knew very well that once the village of the Horn Tribe in the south of the northern border village was breached, the connection between the northern border village and the southern tribes would be lost. was completely cut off.

"We all know this, but do we have enough manpower? No! Besides, we don't know what's going on with the Horn Tribe. We don't know anything, so let's take the risk to save them?"

Roca argues for his own persistence.

The quarrel between the two warlords became louder and louder, so that the two guards outside the war dispute hall became a little worried.

Until the arrival of Zul.

"Stop arguing, let's immediately count the number of people and organize rescue."

Zuer stood at the closed door and listened to the two quarreling for a while, then opened the door and walked in to express his thoughts.

The decision to rescue the Sharphorn tribe was not his impulsive thought, but his thought after deliberation.

Tokali has already taken the initiative to ask him to send troops, so the Zandalari tribe cannot sit idly by.

Even now that Dasa is still awake, he will definitely support his approach.

The reason is simple. What Dasa wants is to unify the tribes of the trolls in the mountains of Zandalar. The Horn tribe is already on his watch list, so naturally he will not give up so easily.

"High Priest?"

Roca and Manco looked at Zul who came in. They both looked very strange, wondering why Zul would choose to rescue the Horn Tribe.

Obviously, the envoy they sent not long ago was kicked out by the other party.

"Assemble the troops and prepare to set off to rescue the Horn Tribe."

Zuer's tone was calm and his expression was serious and determined.

He is ready, and this time he will join the team in this rescue battle.

Now that Dasa is in a coma, it's his turn to protect the Zandalari tribe and realize the dream he and Dasa shared. "Yes, High Priest."

Even though the two warlords, Roca and Manco, had much to say, they could only choose to carry out Zul's order.

When the chief is unable to perform his duties, the high priest can manage the entire tribe instead of the chief.

What's more, behind this high priest is the protection of five loa gods.

After getting the order, the two warlords quickly left the War Discussion Hall. They all went to assemble their respective troops, and they were going to leave for the Sharp Horn Tribe for rescue later.

"High Priest, are we really going to rescue the guys from the Horn Tribe?"

Kikchiko looked at him puzzled.

"This is the chief's wish. As long as we save the Sharphorn tribe, they will also become members of our Zandalari tribe, just like the Talon tribe and the Wing tribe. Kikchiko, after we leave , the chief's safety is entrusted to you."

After Zul finished speaking, he flicked the cloak behind him and left the War Discussion Hall.

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(End of this chapter)