Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 1 Dasa's Choice
In a dense forest, a group of tall humanoid creatures with pointed noses and ears and a pair of big fangs gathered together, their faces were full of sadness.Just now, this group of humanoids just buried one of their companions.

"Dasa, cheer up. Ugel doesn't want to see you like this."

This humanoid creature dressed up with some colorful feathers on its body comforted another very plainly dressed companion.

"I know, Zul. It's all my fault. If it weren't for my insistence on finding that so-called ore, nothing would happen to Ugel."

Dasa's expression was still very sad and painful.

"No, all of this has its own destiny. Ugel's fate is already doomed. Even if you don't find that piece of ore, he will still die today."

When Zuer said this, he seemed a little dazed.

"Fucking fate! Zul, I tell you, I never believe in the arrangement of fate! I am not strong enough! If I am a strong fighter, that group of Deinonychus is simply not enough for me to kill!"

Daza bared his canine teeth at Zul when he got emotional.

"Calm down, my friend. We are still young, and there is still a long time to belong to us. I will go back first, the teacher is still waiting for me, you should calm down."

Zuer understood his friend's excitement very well, and after comforting him a few words, he got up and left.

Only Dasa was left sitting in front of this grave bag in a daze.

The sky is gradually brightening, the dark night is about to pass, and the rising sun penetrates the dense leaves and shines on the land.

Dasa sat alone in front of this tomb, recalling the dead buried in it and every bit of himself.

Dasa is not native.

In other words, his soul does not belong here.

He remembered that in his previous life he was an ordinary person living in modern human society.

A normal guy who loves to play World of Warcraft.

2023 AD, March 1.

The national server of World of Warcraft has been announced to be closed.

For Dasa, his youthful memories are really and completely over.

Although he was aggrieved in his heart, there was nothing he could do about this objective fact other than cursing.

As an adult, there is more to do.

But after sleeping, Dasa found himself time-traveled.

Surrounding him was a group of fantastical creatures that could be called trolls.

The familiar greeting "Tustingoo" instantly made him guess the world he might come to.

However, this is all speculation.

He also had to accept the reality that he has become a primitive man living in a primitive society from a modern human being living in a modern society with air-conditioning and happy drinking water in a fat house.

Dasa is his name in this life.

And Ugel is the name of his father in this life.

The tribe he was in was just a small tribe with less than 20 members, without any special features.

Relying on his identity and knowledge as a time traveler, Dasa tried to change the life of his tribe. His precocious performance far surpassed his peers and he naturally became the leader of the new generation of his tribe.

That's how Zull became his friend.

The new leather tanning method gave their tribe softer and lighter leather clothing, and the tribe's tools also transitioned from rough stone tools to more sophisticated ground stone tools.

However, these are still not enough for Dasa.

He hopes to help his tribe enter the Bronze Age, into a more civilized age.

His aggressive thinking eventually hurt Ugel.

Dasa also deeply felt the problems caused by his own weakness that night.

In order to protect him, Ugel was beaten to death by a group of Deinonychus in the forest.

And he, a little troll artisan with no power to restrain a chicken, can do nothing but run back to the tribe to rescue soldiers.

"I will avenge you, Father. Those Deinonychus will pay for what they did. May you rest in true peace in the Shadowlands."

Dasa bathed in the sun and made his oath in front of Ugel's tomb.

Starting today, he will learn how to hunt, and he will become the strongest warrior and the most powerful hunter in the tribe.

"You seem to have found your new path, my friend."

When Zul came to see Dasa again with two raisins, he had already noticed the change in his friend.

"Yeah, I have found a new path. Ugel's death told me how hopeless it is to have no power in this fucking world. I will work hard to become stronger."

Dasa accepted the berries offered by Zul without hesitation.

"It's going to be a tough road, Dasa. Are you really ready?"

Zul stared at Dasa for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh.

His natural fuzzy prophecy took effect on his good friend, and he saw the other party's bright but difficult future.

"Of course, I'm ready. I'll report to the hunting team in a while."

Dasa nodded and smiled confidently.

"Good luck, then."

Zull laughed.

Once again, he saw clearly the possible future of his friend, and the picture became clearer.

It was just the clear picture that made him unable to believe it was real.

The scene was like a dream, with countless trolls willingly crawling at the feet of their friends, the most conspicuous of which was the army that looked like heavenly soldiers and generals.

It was a dreamlike future.

Daza didn't know the future predicted by his friend, although the other party told him the future he saw many times, but he didn't care.

Because he doesn't believe in fate.

Dasa's initiative to join the tribe's hunting team did not exceed the surprise of the adult trolls in the tribe. For them, Dasa's joining the hunting team at this time is good news.

Because, Ugel died, he was an important member of the hunting team in the tribe.

For the current tribe, they need manpower to ensure the tribe's food source. The addition of Dasa may not immediately make up for the decline in hunting caused by Ugel's death, but he can at least replenish one manpower.

"You have finally grown up, Dasa. Although it started with the death of my brother Ugel, it seems that his death was not in vain now."

The captain of the hunting team, Mu Ke, looked relieved at Dasa who came to report.

"What is our prey today?"

Dasa asked with a straight face.

"That's not good, boy. No one in the forest can know what will be gained today."

As the captain of the hunting team, Mu Ke was amused by Dasa's words.

Everything in the forest is full of unknowns, and no old hunter can guarantee that his harvest today will be full.

"Didn't I propose to set up hunting traps around the tribe before? Those traps are not likely to be harvested?"

Dasa didn't quite understand this sentence.

Several old hunters in the hunting team laughed out loud after hearing Dasa's words.

"What are you laughing at?"

Dasa didn't understand.

"Those traps are not omnipotent, boy. Many times, the traps we set will be destroyed the next day. Deinonychus in the forest is very cunning. They even use the traps we set to hunt for themselves. "

Mu Ke patiently explained to Dasa why the hunting team hadn't set traps for so long.

"Well, I will find a way to improve the trap."

Dasa nodded after hearing what the old hunters said.Habitually want to improve the tool.

"That's another story, kid. Now that you have joined the hunting team, you need to learn how to rely on your own strength to hunt."

Mu Ke said and pointed to the pottery ax on Dasa's waist.

Dasa froze for a moment after hearing this, but then he realized what he was going to do in the future.

As Mu Ke is currently the strongest warrior and hunter in the tribe, it is still very easy for him to teach Dasa.

The troll's lifespan is still very long compared to the humans in Dasa's previous life.

There are a full 250 sidereal years.

So, Dasa, who is only 16 this year, is definitely just a kid to other troll hunters.

Daza also started the path of becoming a warrior, a troll hunter today.

Two years later.

In the forest, half-naked Dasa's body and face were painted with oil paint, holding a throwing spear in his hand, hiding in a pile of bushes, quietly watching the prey in the distance.

A Hadrosaurus.

Holding his breath, he simply estimated the distance between himself and the prey, and the hadrosaur was getting closer and closer to him along the berries on the ground.

Close, closer!

It's now!

Daza stood up abruptly from the bushes, and threw the spear in his hand at the hadrosaur.

Spears thrown with the Spear Thrower are faster and more accurate.

The hadrosaur was taken aback by Dasa's move, it was too late to escape, and its thigh was stabbed by Dasa's spear.

After throwing a shot, Dasa did not hesitate to pull out a spear from behind and stuck it on the spear thrower. While chasing the hadrosaur trying to escape, he looked for the time to throw the spear in his hand again. spear.

The bloody and injured hadrosaurs couldn't outrun Dasa at all. It is said that hadrosaurs acted in groups, and this single hadrosaurus didn't know why it was alone, but these are very important to Dasa at the moment. Said it was too late to think about it.

This duck-billed dragon is already his pre-ordered prey, as long as he hunts this duck-billed dragon, he can pass his own hunter assessment.

He can be regarded as a qualified mature hunter in the tribe.

He also had the opportunity to take revenge on the group of Deinonychus entrenched in the forest near the tribe.

The second spear accurately hit the other thigh of the hadrosaur, which completely incapacitated it, and finally died in Dasa's hands.

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa! Well done, Dasa."

Mu Ke chased up with several old hunters behind him, and saw the hadrosaur hunted by Dasa.

"Haha, I can pass the hunter assessment this time."

While taking back the throwing spear stuck on the hadrosaur, Dasa happily responded to Mu Ke who rushed over.

"You can pass, but Dasa. You have to remember that becoming a hunter is just the beginning of your career as a hunting team."

Mu Ke agreed with Dasa's assessment results this time.

"Of course I know. I haven't been dazzled by anger yet. If I want to clean up the group of Deinonychus, I still need more preparations."

Daza has packed up the prey in front of him and is ready to drag it away.

"It's good that you understand, Dasa, the current tribe really can't afford to lose."

Mu Ke looked at Dasa and said seriously.

"I see, okay, Mu Ke, let's go back. There is such a hadrosaur that is enough for us to eat."

Dasa pointed to the packed hadrosaur.

"How is this possible? You two rookies will take it home first, and the three of us old guys will bring some rabbits or pheasants as supplements."

After Mu Ke finished speaking, he took the three old hunters and left here. They had already traced some traces of small animals, and now they need to follow those traces to track new prey.

For the twenty or so people in the entire tribe, only one Hadrosaurus is not enough to feed them.

Therefore, they need to hunt some additional prey as supplementary food.

When Dasa and another hunter carried the hadrosaur back to the tribe, a group of female trolls surrounded them and took the prey from them.

Dasa can also go to rest for a while, and he will not be needed for the next cooking content.

He can use this time to sort out the tools he will use for hunting in the future. The two throwing spears need to be repaired.

After all, it is a stone spearhead, so it is too expensive to use.

He needs to re-sharpen the two spearheads, and then re-tie the connection between the spearhead and the wooden spear body to prevent the spearhead from being separated from the spear body in the future.

In addition, he has to prepare some tools for setting traps. He has roughly figured out the number of Deinonychus living near the tribe in the past two years, and the number is not too large.

There are only about nine of them, and there is no way for me to win a direct confrontation with my current self.

The reason why intelligent creatures are intelligent creatures is, in the final analysis, because they have intelligence far exceeding that of ordinary creatures.

In addition to their own strength, trolls hunt more with their own brains, rather than relying on instinct to hunt prey that is stronger than themselves.

As a troll hunter, Dasa naturally wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

"It would be nice if we also had a loa god, then our life might not be so hard."

While Daza was repairing his tools, a sigh from his friend Zul caught his attention.

"Zul, why did you bring this up?"

Dasa turned around and looked at Zul behind him.

"Because I only recently realized how difficult life in the tribe is now. In the past, I didn't feel much following the teacher. Until recently, I became a witch, and I naturally felt the pressure."

Zull sighed again.

With his sigh, Dasa began to have a new goal for his actions after revenge.

Let your tribe stand up, at least let your friends stand up; the trolls can't survive without the protection of the loa gods!

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