Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 15 The Chaos After the War
The tragic war ended. Although Dasa's tribe repelled the invaders, their homeland was destroyed and their family members died.Even if they won this tragic war, their vitality was seriously injured.

Dasa, covered in blood, silently dragged the four totem poles seized from Corsalia back to the tribe. He didn't say anything, but handed the four totem poles to the ancestors who came for reinforcements with Rezan. Er, and then silently returned to his own wooden house that was not affected by the war.

Dasa shut himself up for five days; on the sixth day, Zuer couldn't take it anymore.

"Dasa! As the chief of the tribe, you cannot continue to be so depressed now! You are our chief! At this time, our tribe needs your leadership!"

Zuer kicked open Dasa's tightly closed wooden door without hesitation, and the room was pitch black. The windows of the wooden house that Dasa would often open in the past are now tightly closed, and the smell in the room is also extremely unpleasant.

The smell of putrid blood and sweat mixed together was disgusting.

"Ah, Zul. Why did you come to see me?"

Dasakur sat on the ground, the blood on his body had already solidified at this moment, and his body was extremely stinky, but he didn't care about it. This war made him lose a lot, and now he just wants to be quiet.

"Look at yourself! What it looks like! Get up for me! Go clean up! Then, go meet the clansmen!"

Zul frowned because of the smell in Dasa's room, then walked quickly to Dasa's side, noticing his sloppy appearance at the moment, trying to pull his friend back.

"Seeing the tribe? Heh, what face do I have to meet them? In this war, we lost nine hunters! There are more than a dozen people who are disabled! The old chief is also dead! What face do I have to go to?" To be their chief?!"

Dasa's expression changed from numbness to agitation gradually. He was under too much pressure.

He once thought that he could take on the responsibility of guiding this primitive tribe of trolls to a more civilized society, but after the end of this war, he realized that he might not be able to take on such a responsibility.

He was just an ordinary person in his previous life, and he thought that he would become a character like Long Aotian when he came to this world.

But reality gave him a slap in the face.

He doesn't have any special abilities to stomp people's heads, nor does he have the invincible power to kill hordes of enemies with a wave of his hand.

He is just one of all trolls, maybe he just has a good hunting ability.

But that's it.

Being a warchief was too much of a responsibility, and the just-concluded blood troll invasion felt like a test of what he could do as a warchief.

But judging from this result, Dasa was not satisfied.

Recalling when he first came to this world, he thought that trolls all had strong body regeneration ability and strong life reproduction ability, but after living for a long time, he realized that it was not like that at all. thing.

Trolls are nothing more than taller, stronger, and more tenacious vitality than the earthlings on earth.

They are all mammals, and they are all viviparous, or most of them are born one at a time.

In such a wild world, once disabled, it is basically the same as death.

Looking at those clansmen who were maimed in the war, Dasa couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Why can't you become our chief? We have won this war! Dasa, we are the victor! Those blood trolls are all killed by us! You are the well-deserved leader of this war ! You, why are you still decadent here?!"

Zul was baffled by Dasa's words. This war was obviously won, and in his opinion, their tribe still won a big victory.

Not only did they keep the tribe from being destroyed, they also killed all the incoming blood trolls, and more importantly, their tribe was also protected by the Devilsaur Loalezan.

This is definitely a victory worthy of being recorded in history!
"But those clansmen."

Dasa knew what Zul said, but he still couldn't accept the losses and sacrifices of his tribe.Those are all lives!

"The tribe is very worried about you, Dasa. The old chief has already died, and we cannot afford to lose another chief. What's more, you are different from the previous chiefs."

Zul pulled Dasa up from the ground, just now he used a little bit of the divine power that Rezan bestowed on him.

"You really have become the priest of Rezan."

Dasa noticed the golden light that flashed across Zul's body just now.

"Oh, look at you now, Dasa. Where is your pride and ambition? All I see is a despondent wretch."

Rezan's light and shadow suddenly appeared beside Zuer, his face full of banter.

"Rezan, thank you for your last-minute help to my tribe."

Daza did not argue with the other party, but thanked him.

"Heh, don't let go of your pride and ambition. I still want to see what surprises you, a mortal, can give me."

Rezan said that the light and shadow dissipated and became a ball of golden light shining on Dasa.

Like a breeze blowing over his body, the dirt on his body was removed by the light, and even his hair became brighter and smoother because of the light this time.

Dasa felt a sense of relaxation from the inside out. He obviously hadn't eaten for five days.

But after accepting Rezan's gift, he felt that his condition was better than ever.

"Thanks, Rezan. Let's go, Zul; you're right, it's time for me to pick myself up; our Horde has too much to do."

As Dasa said, he took the lead and walked out of the wooden house where he had retreated for a long time.

Just like what Rezan said, he shouldn't continue to be depressed. Since he has come to this world, to this world that he was fascinated by, he should really do something, not to mention that he can really do it now something.

He is the chief of this tribe. Now that Rezan joined under the persuasion of Zul, he may really be the first generation of god king of the trolls.

Founder of the Zandalari Empire!
"Heh, since the annals are written in this way, if I don't act according to it, I will be a little ignorant."

With a clear mind, Dasa swept away the decadent aura on his body, and his pride and self-confidence returned at this moment.

Zul walked out with Dasa behind.

There were already many trolls surrounded outside the wooden house. They gathered in front of Dasa's wooden house, because they were very worried about the physical condition of their current chief, the hero who led them to win the homeland defense battle.

Seeing the refreshed and energetic Dasa walk out of the cabin, everyone cheered.

Their chief seems to be in good condition, so the people who were a little flustered have stabilized again.

"Sorry to worry you, my fellow citizens."

Dasa apologized to all the trolls for his previous despondent behavior upon his release.

The trolls around here responded enthusiastically to him, and Dasa could feel their concern and worry for him from their words and eyes.

"Although we won this homeland defense battle, we still have a lot of things to do. The destroyed houses and farmland need to be repaired and other things. I have been indulging in the grief of those victims for too long, I also hope that you will live with their share while remembering our victims.

They died defending us, and I think they didn't want to see us live in the grief of their passing.We must be strong! "

Dasa said this sentence not only to all the clansmen, but also to himself.

He knows very well how many victims will appear in the future on the road he chose, and the road leading to a better life in the future must have the bones of countless victims.

Because this road is paved with their bones.

After a brief speech, everyone had new goals and tasks.

All kinds of houses and fortifications that were destroyed due to the war need to be rebuilt. No one can guarantee that this time will be the last invasion of the blood trolls. Repairing the walls and gates as soon as possible is the best security guarantee. .

"Building the altar? Now that manpower is so tight, where do you want me to get people to repair the altar for you?!"

Dasa widened his eyes and looked at Zul sitting across from him in disbelief. In his opinion, the request made by the other party was just to hinder him.

"Your Majesty Lezan, as the loa god, is willing to protect our tribe. We can't even build an altar for him, can we?"

Zul sat across from Dasa, explaining patiently.

"This is indeed inappropriate. But the priority of this matter is to let it go first? The walls and gates of the damaged wooden houses and stockades have to be repaired, and many people are required to cut and repair wood. What? And building graves for the victims."

Dasa covered his face with a headache, and said helplessly about his difficulties.

"Then tell me, if it's not appropriate to build an altar."

Seeing Dasa's appearance, Zul crossed his arms and leaned forward to stare at Dasa.

"They have helped us so much, if we don't repair it, it must be inappropriate."

Dasa raised his head and looked at the pitch-black roof.

He is out of recruits and has no one on hand. Although the farming has ended and some manpower can be released, it is now a period of major construction, and all the manpower is going to repair the house.

"Why don't you set up a shrine in your wooden house now? Let's make it right?"

Dasa and Zul looked at each other in silence for a long time, and Dasa proposed a solution that he thought was the most feasible now.

"You want me to build an altar in my cabin?"

Zul didn't know what shrine Dasa was talking about, but it sounded like something similar to an altar.

"Uh, um. Let's make a small one first, just temporarily. After the overhaul here is over, we're going to make a beautiful altar for Rezan, how about it?"

Dasa blushed when he said this.

His two lives were saved by Rezan, and it was also Rezan who helped his tribe when it was most in danger.

It is really unreasonable to build such a small shrine for him.

But, he really has nothing to do now!

The population of the tribe is limited, and now there are only about [-] people, what can he do? !

Just when the two were arguing, a bad news came.

Another granary was stolen. This time the theft was the same as last time. There were many slender jaws around the stolen granary.

After hearing the news, Dasa was furious.

He handed over the big and small affairs in the tribe to Zul, and decided to go to investigate the case of the theft of the granary.

"No, I don't agree. Dasa, you are the chief of the tribe, and you are no longer a hunter like before. You should stay in the tribe and sit in command, instead of chasing down prey like an ordinary hunter."

As soon as Zul heard Dasa's commission, he immediately raised objections.

"The theft of the granary is the real big deal, Zul. In the next dry season, if you don't want our people to starve, then this matter must be resolved. Find the thief who stole our granary and bring him to justice Israel is the best choice."

Dasa looked at Zul with a serious expression.

The just-concluded battle caused heavy losses to the experienced hunters in the tribe, which meant that they would have less food to live by hunting. Although their many granaries were full of food, but this It doesn't mean they have enough food to last two years.

The grain storage plan of the Dasa granary is based on the amount that is enough for all the tribesmen to eat for two years without any grain income in the tribe.

"Even so, you can send some experienced hunters to investigate this matter, why do you have to go by yourself."

Zul has no intention of backing down, he doesn't want Dasa to go deep into danger.

"There are no experienced hunters anymore, Zul. Our experienced hunters are either disabled or dead. The rest of the survivors are young hunters who became hunters more than a year later than me. So, this time It's only me. Don't worry, since they only dare to steal our food secretly, it means their strength is not strong.

I'll be fine, the Horde is yours, old man. "

Dasa sighed, then analyzed his conjecture, and finally patted Zul on the shoulder, turned around and set off with a red copper short spear and a red copper short sword.

Zul looked at Dasa who was leaving with great concern, and in the end he just sighed helplessly.

"Oh, hehe, don't worry about that guy's safety. He may have an adventure this time, just like I met him back then."

The wise Rezan had already seen who the thief was who stole the tribe's granary, so he didn't have the slightest intention to worry about Dasa.

"You mean, all of this was done by the Loa gods?! But, wouldn't the chief be more dangerous in this way!"

After hearing Rezan's words, Zur became even more worried.

It's just that it's too late now.

　PS: Today is Friday!But I have to work the night shift tonight!sad!But you can code in the middle of the night!happiness!I will keep those chapters as archives!

　　It's the weekend, I'm asking for a ticket, for some collection.Please, please. 0v0
　　
　
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