Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 10 Scarlet Celebration Day
The reason why Dasa was so furious to track down the serognaths who stole the granary was because all the grain stored in that granary had been emptied.

An entire granary was emptied, which was definitely not a trivial matter for the entire tribe.

The food in the granary was stolen, which is definitely a disaster for the tribe of Dasa.

Daza wouldn't believe that it was only a group of slender jaws that dug up the earthen wall of the granary and emptied the food stored inside.

It is simply impossible for those dinosaurs about the size of coyotes to dig through the soil wall of the granary. Besides, the hunters in the tribe all know that these small dinosaurs are carnivorous dinosaurs.

Their granaries are filled with plants, and he doesn't think these slender jaws will change their nature from eating meat to vegetarianism.

"Someone is secretly manipulating those slender jawed dragons behind the scenes, doing interference."

Dasa already had some speculation about the robbery of the granary.

This is Azeroth. Although the magic has not appeared too obvious yet, he is sure that the guy who can drive these carnivorous small carnivorous dinosaurs is definitely not an ordinary thief.

Out of careful consideration, Dasa chose to investigate alone.

His choice made the old chief Wukan very dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, old chief. I'm just wandering around here tonight. There won't be any danger. Besides, it's not a trivial matter that the tribe's granary has stolen an entire granary; It's a normal thing."

Dasa looked at the old chief Wukan who was both angry and worried about his safety, and helplessly explained the reason for his actions.

"If you just investigate the whereabouts of the thief, there are enough elite hunters in the tribe. As the chief of the tribe, it is inappropriate for you to leave during this celebration. If the thief is really as powerful as you fear, your Such a risky move is to gamble the future of the entire tribe."

Wukan coughed twice, staring at Dasa with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, my investigation will not leave the safe zone of the tribe this time. Don't you worry about that? I just want to follow the footprints of those slender jawed dragons and the drag marks left by the food baskets." Just looking for the last place where it disappeared."

Dasa knew that the old chief cared about him, so he continued to explain the reason for doing this with a wry smile.

Wukan still couldn't stop what Dasa was determined to do, so he had no choice but to let him go temporarily.

It is not a good thing that the chief is not present at this celebration. As the former chief, he must stand up at this time and play a role in stabilizing people's hearts.

The incident of the granary being stolen was not immediately spread throughout the tribe because Dasa issued a timely silence order, but he also knew very well that the blockade of such bad news might not last long.

The fact that a granary was stolen is likely to be known to all the tribesmen in the tribe sooner or later. Dasa must try his best to recover the stolen grain before then; Who dared to steal a tribe's food.

As a witch in the clan, Zuer is entitled to know about the robbery of a granary.

For tonight's celebration, he just appeared at the ceremony with Dasa, and after drinking some fruit juice, he returned to his cabin alone.

He just used the oracle bone divination given to him by the previous generation of witches to divination the tribe's immediate future.

The result surprised him.

"There is a big crisis?! How is it possible?!"

Zuer looked at the result of the divination with a serious expression, he couldn't believe his eyes.

What kind of things must happen to have such a divination result? !
Zuer didn't dare to delay, he wanted to tell Dasa the result of the divination as soon as possible, so that his friends could be prepared, even though the other party probably wouldn't believe his words.

When Zul rushed out of the wooden house in a hurry and came to the square under the strange eyes of his apprentice, he was still a step late.

Dasa had already left the tribe's camp to investigate the group of slender jaws that stole the food from the granary.

"What?! The chief has something to go out?! Has he left the tribe?!"

Zuul looked at the troll hunter in front of him in surprise.

"Yes, the chief said he was going to condolences to the guards, so he is not here now."

Although the troll hunter didn't know what the witch wanted to do with the chief, but seeing how anxious he looked, there must be something important.

"But the old chief is still there, and he's over there by the campfire."

The troll hunter said and pointed to the pile of bonfires that were burning.

"I see, you tell your companions, stop eating and drinking, and get ready to fight."

At this time, Zuer could no longer care about what kind of disaster it was. He could only let those with combat effectiveness in the tribe prepare for the battle first.

After giving instructions to the troll hunter, he hurried to Wukan.

After listening to Zul's prophecy and warning, the old chief immediately put down the wooden cup in his hand, and asked if there was any new news from the nearby guard post in charge of investigation.

However, before waiting for a reply, he heard a scream coming from the north of the tribal camp.

The sound broke the happy atmosphere of the celebration scene.

"Enemy attack!"

The sharp whistle used for the alarm sounded everywhere at this moment.

"All hunters! Take your places! Don't mess up! Follow the previous deployment arrangement!"

Wukan shouted loudly at this moment, calming down the crowd who had been flustered by the enemy attack alarm.

"Muko, you lead the hunters to their respective battle positions for reinforcement work. Wu, you go and organize the women and children in the clan to prepare for the evacuation work, and the people staying at the refuge will take care of you."

At this moment, Wukan's slumped waist straightened up again, and he took the red copper short spear handed to him by Dasa himself.

That is the best weapon in the tribe that Dasa forged after successfully smelting and forging copper ore.

"Yes, old chief."

Zul and Mu Ke quickly accepted the order from Wukan, and they immediately acted according to the war preparation plan left by Dasa.

Mu Ke led all the adult men in the tribe and the female hunters with good combat effectiveness to the northern wooden wall area where the fighting was taking place.

Zul, on the other hand, brought his apprentices and organized the women, children and artisans in the tribe to prepare to evacuate the current tribal camp. They would retreat from the small gate of the tribal camp in the south and head for the refuge further south.

Wukan personally arrived at the northern wooden wall area, and by the dim light of the torch, he saw clearly who the attacking enemy was.

Blood troll!

Most of the trolls in the current tribe are refugees who escaped from the small tribes that were attacked by the blood trolls. The moment they saw those pale-skinned, haggard-faced blood trolls.

The courage in my heart has dissipated.

The blood trolls are coming, those monsters from the north who believe in evil gods, here they come.

This tribe, this tribe without the protection of the loa gods will also be destroyed.

It's like being in your own tribe.

"Hold your weapons tight! Keep an eye on the enemy in your sight! Do you want to die?! Do you want to be sacrificed to those monsters?! If you don't want to, please encourage your courage! Now, we have no way out!"

As soon as Wukan came to the defense line of the north gate, he felt the low morale of the defenders here.

He knew why the morale of the defenders here was low, and he also knew what kind of enemy they were facing.

The opponent is a troll protected by the loa gods.

Although the other party believed in an evil god, it was also a god with power far beyond ordinary people.

It is impossible to be defeated by mortals like them.

Death has become a cloud lingering over everyone's heads.

But even so, they will definitely not be caught without a fight, and they will struggle no matter what.Because the family members behind them have not yet completed the evacuation.

On the way to pursue those slender jawed dragons, Dasa also found something wrong. Following the remaining footprints and drag marks on the ground, he quickly found that he had detoured from the direction of the west gate to the direction of the north. When the northern secret sentry was set, it was found that the sentry here had been dead for a long time.

"There's something wrong with this corpse! Grass! I'm too slack!"

Daza bite the bullet and carefully inspected the corpse of the sentinel who was hit by blood magic and corroded to death. Daza had never seen such a death, and this kind of corpse made him feel disgusted and fearful from the bottom of his heart.

The blood trolls, they have already touched them.

The dark whistle placed here was discovered by those monsters from the north and killed them silently. When he died, he didn't even issue an early warning.

Dasa knew that the task of tracking down the thieves who stole the granary had to be postponed.

After all, the biggest threat now is those blood trolls.

"This news must be passed back to the tribe, the vicinity is no longer safe."

Dasa became vigilant, and when he was about to return to the tribe immediately, there was a disturbance in the grass not far away, and then a slender jaw dragon infected by blood magic corrosion jumped out and bit Dasa frantically.

Facing this small dinosaur, the stone spear in Dasa's hand stabbed forward, and then pierced through the chest of the slender crocodile, nailing the slender jaw to the ground with his backhand.

Dasa surmises that such attacks are just the beginning.

He quickly pulled out the stone spear, took off the wooden shield behind his back and rushed towards the tribal camp.

Just as he guessed, after the slender jaw dragon infected by blood magic was killed by him, more animals in the forest rushed out from there.

Many of these animals have been so corrupted by blood magic that they can no longer be seen as they were, and now they are monsters powered by blood magic.

Dasa quickly evacuated while dealing with the infected animals that were chasing him.

The wooden shield in the left hand blocks the incoming attack, and the stone spear in the right stabs at these bloody monsters, one by one spear quickly eliminates these chasing animals.

Because Dasa had to take a long detour to avoid these monsters, it took him longer than usual to return to the Horde.

Until he ran into Zul and others who were evacuating to the shelter.

"Has the evacuation plan been implemented? Is the situation so bad?"

Dasa, stained with blood, meets Zul.

"The tribe's northern wooden gate defense line encountered an assault, and the old chief decided to transfer non-combatants first before the entire tribe was surrounded."

Zul looked at Dasa covered in blood with some concern.

"Then hurry up, it's not safe here anymore. Be careful!"

Before Dasa finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of an infected Timberwolf pounced out of the bushes on one side, trying to sneak attack a female troll in the team.

In desperation, he threw the stone spear in his hand.

The stone spear pierced the Timberwolf, pinning it to the ground.Even so, the blood magic-infected monster was still struggling; Daza immediately followed with a big leap and drew the copper dagger at his waist, beheading the Timberwolf with one blow.

At the same time, he raised the shield in his hand to block another Timberwolf.

"Let's go! Leave this place to me!"

After Daza blocked the Timberwolf's bite with a blow on the shield, the red copper dagger in his hand pierced into the opponent's open abdomen, easily cutting half of its body.

The sharpness and toughness of metal weapons are still higher than those of stone tools, even if they are made of not very hard copper.

Zul glanced at Dasa worriedly, then pulled the retreating crowd away quickly without looking back.

He cannot live up to the sacrifice of his friends, what he can do now is to lead these people to safely evacuate to the shelter.

If he can't even do this kind of thing, he will be ashamed of the trust in the old chief and old friend!

"If our tribe can have the protection of the loa gods! None of this will be so bad!"

As Zuer ran quickly, he swore secretly in his heart.

Even if Daza doesn't allow him to beg for Rezan's protection, this time he will give it a go!

As long as that Devilsaur Loa is willing to help their tribe a little bit!
Even if it's just this time!
They can also survive the attack of the blood troll this time!
"I am the witch of the tribe, and the duty of the witch is to serve the loa gods who protect the tribe! To provide guidance for the development of the tribe! But, look what I have done?!

Sorry, Dasa.For the sake of the tribe, and for you to survive, I have to beg for the help of the Loa gods! "

Through the dense forest, through the thorn bushes, and across a small stream, the refugee team finally came to this empty lawn in the forest, and now it has changed a lot.

With the appearance of a small tribe of trolls, here is the refuge that Zul proposed and Dasa approved to build with the joint efforts of all the tribe.

They finally arrived. Although they were safe, their clansmen were still facing the attack of the blood troll.

Life or death is uncertain.

The danger was still not lifted, and after Zur handed over the related matters of guiding the tribesmen into the refuge to his apprentice, he took off the feather crown and animal skin cloak representing the witch, and only carried a copper dagger, alone One went to the cave where Rezan lived.

This time, he had to beg for Rezan's help no matter what, even if he died in front of the other party.

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