Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 14 The Death of the Old Chieftain

Wukan's intruding attack caught the three of Corsalia by surprise. She never thought that there was a hostile troll hunter hiding near her camp, and the opponent was extremely vicious when he made a move.

Both Nicia and Rama were interrupted by the opponent's throwing axe, and the control over Dasa was completely lifted. If they want to control it again, it will take some time to prepare the spell. Corsalia dare not Guarantee that Dasa can be controlled by them again, but these are not the point.

In her opinion, the point is that she was severely slapped in the face by such a mortal.

"Die!"

Wukan roared and stabbed the short copper spear in his hand towards the astonished Corsalia's chest.

As the mistress of war, the opponent is not as weak as a simple blood god priest.

Although the distance between the two sides was already very close, Corsalia still twisted her waist at a critical moment, and the short spear only pierced her shoulder blade, but missed her lung.

In her opinion, this kind of severe damage can be recovered in an instant as long as she prays to the blood god.

"You, dare to hurt the believers of the blood god! You, damn, die!"

Kesalia gritted her teeth, and held Wukan's short spear with one hand. The flash of scarlet light on her arm indicated that she was about to get serious.

"What kind of strange power is this?!"

Wukan couldn't believe that the thin female troll in front of him could resist his blow after firing the berserk, it was impossible.

"You don't know anything about the mighty power of the blood god! Die!"

Kosalia hit Wukan's abdomen with a knee, and took advantage of his pain to pull out the red copper short spear that pierced her shoulder blade.

"Ah~ Great Blood God, please heal my wounds! Give me the power to punish blasphemers!"

Corsalia threw the short spear to the ground and began to pray intently.

Panting heavily, Wukan got up from the ground, the berserk effect on his body was about to pass, once that happened, his body would no longer be able to fight.

"Don't think about it!"

Wukan understood what Corsalia was doing, he took the last stone ax from his waist and charged Corsalia in his hand.

It was impossible for the two priests Nicia and Rama to watch Wukan attack Kesalia like this. The two quickly changed their spells and provided Kesalia with two blood shields.

They also had to pay a price for using such protective spells. Their own blood turned into a shield to protect Corsalia from casting spells.

Wukan's eyes were wide open, and he swung the stone ax vigorously, but he couldn't hurt Corsalia who was praying for the power of the blood god under the shield. It's not that he didn't think about killing Nicia and Rama first. The distance and the duration of his berserk state greatly limited the choices he could make now.

After Dasa lost the spell control of the two blood god priests, his consciousness began to recover quickly. He knew that he was still in danger, and he had to move his body as soon as possible.

His consciousness was like a drowning person waking up again. He first felt the tearing and soreness from his body muscles, and then he heard the sound of the wind and the battle cries of Wukan fighting Corsalia.

move!Hurry up, move your body!move!Dasa!

"Chief? You, what are you doing?!"

Dasa opened his eyes tiredly. He lay on the ground and forced his eyes to open. Although his consciousness was still not clear enough, he could vaguely see Wukan's fighting figure through the bonfire and the starlight in the sky.

Corsalia's prayer quickly received a response from the blood god, and the bright red energy that appeared out of thin air began to inject into Corsalia's wound.

Feeling the refreshing feeling of physical recovery and growth brought by the bright red energy, Corsalia couldn't help moaning.

But soon her eyes saw Wukan who was furiously hacking at the blood shield.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you. As someone who can hurt me, you have to pay the price for what you did. Unfortunately, your body and age are no longer suitable for being a sacrifice for the blood god. So, I will show mercy and let you die directly."

Corsalia slowly stood up from the ground with a ferocious smile on her face, and with a wave of her hand, the two blood shields used to protect her were suddenly withdrawn.

At this time, Wukan was about to hit her head with the stone ax in his hand, but she caught it with one hand.

"Uh!"

Wukan tried his best to chop off the axe, but Corsalia grabbed it tightly with one hand. No matter how hard he tried, the ax blade would not sink even a millimeter.

His wrist was hurting from Kesalia's grip, Wukan clenched his free hand and punched the opponent's face, but he didn't expect Kesalia's reaction to be more rapid.

The pale fist slammed into Wukan's face with gleaming scarlet blood magic, and one of his fangs was directly broken by this punch.

Corsalia's left hand snapped harder, and Wukan's right wrist holding the stone ax was broken.

This is just the beginning.

A heavy punch was received on the face, and Wukan, whose right wrist was broken and fractured, was already a little unconscious. His left fist also hit the empty space, and he took another blow from Corsalia on the face. Hit hard.

His other fang was also broken by this punch.

Corsalia held Wukan's right hand with her left hand, and punched Wukan's face with her right hand.

After throwing seven or eight punches in a row, she let go of her holding right hand, and finally hit Wu Kan's face with a heavy punch, knocking him to the ground.

"Hehe, hahaha, if you dare to offend the believers of the blood god, death is the lightest price you can bear! Well, I just happened to be a little hungry, so I will reluctantly allow you to be my food."

Kesalia's beating was like letting out the breath in her chest. Looking at Wukan lying on the ground with his chest still rising and falling, it could be seen that the other party didn't have much life left.

After fighting all night, she was also hungry.

Just as soon as possible to eat this lifeless mortal, thinking of this, she took off the obsidian dagger that was placed on her waist for sacrificial ceremonies.

Ready to really end Wukan's life.

"Chief!"

When Dasa was knocked down in Wukan, he really came to his senses.

He saw the moment when Wukan was defeated, and he wanted to save the old chief, even though he could think in his heart that he no longer had the ability.

But his body moved first.

The wooden shield was nowhere to be found, and Dasa could only touch his long spear with the red copper dagger attached, but the handle of the gun had broken off at some point.

He has no other choice.

The first target was not Corsalia, but the two blood god priests who were obviously preparing some spells. He had already suffered from the losses of these two spellcasters before, and this time he had to go one step ahead.

"Die! Chops!"

Dasa jumped out of the grass like a hunting lynx, and the dagger in his hand pierced into the back of Rama's back when Rama and Nicia couldn't react at all.

"save……"

Rama didn't even say the words to ask for a solution, so he died like this.

"how dare you!"

Nicia looked angrily at the figure of Dasa who drew out his dagger after killing Rama.

"Ask your blood god!"

Dasa is no longer in the mood to talk so much nonsense with the blood god priest in front of him. The opponent's spell has not yet formed, so his chance is in the blink of an eye.

Pull out the dagger, sprint again, and stab Nicia.

"Ah~!"

Nicia wanted to run away, but the distance between her and her was only five steps away, so there was no way she could escape.

It was only when Dasa's copper dagger pierced her back that Kosalia noticed what happened here.

After all, it's all changing so fast.

"You actually killed my priest again! Two more!"

Corsalia looked at Dasa who was walking towards her step by step in astonishment. She thought it would be very rare for him to kill a priest of the blood god. After all, Radha was one of the three priests under her. It is the weakest.

However, she never thought that mortals could kill her two blood god priests right under her nose.

"Hey, I just crushed two bastards to death. And you, bastard. You will be the third one to be crushed to death by me."

Dasa faltered, which was the reason why his physical strength had not recovered, even so he vowed today to keep this blood troll here forever.

"I've changed my mind! I want to use the most gorgeous and complicated method of your sacrifice! Blood God, Blood God will definitely reward me!"

Corsalia was confused by Dasa's words, but at the same time, she also noticed the changes in the life force of Dasa's body becoming more and more intense.

Corsalia clenched the obsidian dagger in her hand and stabbed at Dasa, although Dasa who was a little staggering clenched the copper dagger in his hand to meet him.

Ding!
The obsidian dagger and the copper dagger collided in the hands of their masters.

The two each took a few steps back after the impact.

"What kind of weapon is that?!"

Corthalia stared at the copper dagger in Dasa's hand. This was the first time she had not gained an advantage in a confrontation with a mortal weapon.

Corsalia, who has fought so many times, has always easily cut off the opponent's weapons in battles with mortals. She never thought that there could be mortal weapons that could compete with her, which received the blessing of the blood god. arms.

"Heh, what does it have to do with you bastard?! Die!"

Dasa felt the vibration and pain from his arm, and he could intuitively feel how powerful the female troll opposite him was.

The two fought together again.

Corthalia's dagger is as mobile and deadly as a wasp's tail needle.

Dasa's short sword seemed a little ordinary, and he was not dominant in strength and speed, and gradually fell behind in the battle against Corsalia.

The situation is getting worse and worse for him.

"Hahaha, what's the matter? What's the matter! Is that all you have? Where is the power you just clamored for? Ah?!"

Corsalia became more and more excited during the battle with Daza, and in her opinion, the man in front of her was nothing more than an outsider.

She felt that this little game was almost finished, and it was time to end it.

He raised the dagger in his hand to stop Dasa's dagger from falling down, turned around and hit Dasa's head with a whip kick, kicking him out.

Daza's left arm returned in time to block the opponent's head kick, but the strength of the opponent's kick was really not small, and he was still kicked out.

Corsalia did not let go of this rare opportunity. She cut her left wrist with an obsidian dagger, and her blood spurted out from the wound.

She was ready to use blood magic to end Dasa.

Crazy, tongue-twisting, and lengthy spells came out of her mouth quickly, and the runes carved on the three totem poles inserted on the ground lit up one after another, responding to Corsalia's magic.

The rune on the totem pole hanging from Dasa's waist also lit up.

"Move! Move your body!"

Dasa urged himself anxiously in his heart, but his body was too exhausted, and every time he gave an instruction, his body reacted extremely stiffly.

Corsalia finally completed her spell at this time.

A scarlet orb with the same substance appeared in her hand.

"With the wailing of the sacrifice, offer your blood! The blood god is supreme!"

Kosalia pointed the orb at Dasa as she spoke, and a blood-red ray shot out from the orb, pointing directly at Dasa who was still crawling on the ground unable to move.

"It's over."

Daza struggled hard, watching the ray launch.

"Live, Dasa! Live! For the whole tribe, live! Lead the surviving tribe, live!"

The expected body pain from the attack did not appear, but Wukan's voice echoed in Dasa's ears. He opened his eyes and saw that tall and thin familiar figure standing in front of him.

"Chief!"

Dasa watched helplessly as Wukan blocked the fatal blow for him and finally died.

His last words are also to let Dasa work hard to live.

"what!!!!"

Dasa's mind was blank at the moment, he only had one thought left now, to kill Corsalia.

His skin became red, the blood in his body began to flow faster, his heart beat faster and faster, and his muscles became tense.

"Tsk, what an annoying thing. It doesn't matter, grab it now, and go back to sacrifice."

Corsalia was dissatisfied that this blow did not kill Dasa, and when she complained, a familiar yet unfamiliar totem pole slammed straight into her face.

She narrowly dodged the totem pole sideways, and before she had time to turn around, she saw Dasa stabbing towards him with both hands holding the dagger.

This sword pierced through her right waist.

"Go away! You rude beast!"

After Corsalia's right waist was pierced, Dasa was hit with an angry impact spell, and the opponent was repelled for a while, and the red copper short sword in her hand was also dropped, leaving the sword in her wound inside.

After Dasa was repelled, he roared and picked up the totem pole with both hands and smashed it towards Corsalia's head.

"damn it!"

Corsalia waved her hand, and the blood flowing from her waist formed a blood shield in front of her.

But it was unexpected that the totem pole in Dasa's hand ignored the blood shield and hit her on the face, the special wooden mask was smashed, and she herself was hit by the totem pole because of force And become dizzy.

Dasa didn't have the slightest intention to stop after a successful blow, especially after smelling Corsalia's blood, his eyes became even more red, as if he had been blessed with bloodlust.

The totem pole hit Corsalia's left waist from the side again, and she couldn't stand anymore and was knocked to the ground.

Looking at the downed war mistress Dasa without any mercy, even if the other party is a female troll; he clenched the totem pole in his hand and smashed Corsalia, who was lying on the ground, like a piling machine. The machine is average.

Corsalia tried to struggle at first, but in the end she fell into the hands of the male troll whom she regarded as a sacrifice.

Corsalia was gone, and all that was left was a puddle of bloody flesh that had been hammered.

In the tribe's camp, the battle was over.

The blood trolls retreated, but Rezan emerged in a moment of final victory, the last straw that crushed the invaders.

Horde, keep it.

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(End of this chapter)