Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 17 Admitting New Populations

In the cave, Dasa faced Ghani and the group of troll refugees standing behind him; at this moment he understood where the grain in the two stolen granaries had gone, and the huge amount of small animals What's up with Jawsaurus again.

"Those grains are what you need, right?"

Dasa's voice was very flat at the moment, so flat that it was impossible to hear his mood at the moment.

"Yes, I was the one who discovered your tribe, and it was I who suggested stealing food from your tribe. All of this has nothing to do with Mr. Gani."

Kula didn't wait for Gani to speak out, and walked out on his own initiative, taking all the responsibility for stealing the food from the Dasa tribe.

"I know that Ganni has the ability to turn trolls into slender jaws, so you are not the main culprit but also an accessory in this matter."

Dasa glanced at Kura indifferently, but he still focused on Gani.

"Hehe, what's the matter? You mortal, do you still want to judge old Gani?"

After listening to Dasa's words, Ghani smiled. He didn't take Dasa's threat at all.

However, with this temper, it is no wonder that he can become friends with Lezan, both of them are so arrogant.

"Trial? Of course, you who committed the crime of theft will of course be judged."

As soon as Dasa said these words, all the troll refugees standing behind Ghani became nervous. They all clenched the sticks in their hands, ready to fight him.

These troll refugees just want to survive. They have no choice but to steal food from the Dasa tribe. They really have no other source of food!

They just want to live, what can they do wrong? !
"Hey, he's really a cunning kid. Hey, you all calm down and relax; don't you think your way of treating a group of abandoned women and children is a little too much?"

Gani walked a few steps towards Dasa as he spoke, and he had already seen through the meaning of Dasa's actions.

That's right, the other party was definitely willing to accept these poor troll refugees, but Dasa hoped that these not-so-small refugees could be more obedient, so he used this art of language.

First belittle the other party, it is best to belittle the other party to nothing, and even have sins, and then he will give the other party a psychological recognition in the attitude of a savior, so that these refugees can identify with him more .

Although Gani couldn't tell the reason why Dasa did this, he could see through Dasa's final destination.

"Excessive? I don't think there's anything excessive about doing that to a bunch of burglars."

Dasa put the shield behind his back while speaking, and only held a short red copper spear in his hand, his expression looked very relaxed.

His state was in stark contrast to those nervous troll refugees.

"We are really forced to take your food because many of us will starve to death if we don't eat any more. If we want to atone for our sins, I am willing to go with you."

Kura walked quickly to Dasa without the slightest timidity, but was stopped by the tip of his short spear that he suddenly raised.

"Gani, since they have eaten my tribe's food, it is obviously impossible for me to recover the food now. Let me tell you, my tribe can accept them, but what will it be like to live there in the future? , depends on their own efforts.”

Dasa slowly put down the short spear pointed at Kura. At that moment just now, he could feel the threat from Gani. If he really hurt the troll girl in front of him, the estrognathus demigod would probably Give yourself a memory to last a lifetime.

That being the case, I'd better stop probing. These newly civilized trolls don't have any temptations at all. They directly state the conditions of both parties. It is normal to succeed if they can succeed, and to pull them down if they can't.

"In this case, then you go."

After hearing Dasa's words, Gani stepped aside, turned his head and said to the group of troll refugees behind him.

"Master Gani! Don't abandon us!"

"Master Gani! We can't live without you!"

Because of Gani's words, all the troll refugees panicked. They thought they had been abandoned by the loa god.

Dasa's words made them feel scared. They were originally refugees whose homes were destroyed and had to wander since then. Fortunately, they were granted asylum by Ghani, so they survived.

But now, they want to follow this guy who looks very difficult to mess with to his tribe, so it's hard to say what the future will be like.

Although they don't have enough to eat here, at least they are free; they don't want to become a group of slaves who lost their freedom after going to Dasa's tribe.

"You won't enslave them, right? Rezan's favorite boy."

Gani stopped walking away, turned around and looked at Dasa seriously.

"Slavery? No, my tribe has not yet entered into a slave society. If you are worried, old Ghani, why don't you come to my tribe with them and have a look? Maybe, after reading it, you will have a good understanding of my tribe. produce a clearer understanding."

Dasa's invitation to Ghani was just a polite remark. He never thought that a few words would make the demigod of the wilderness in front of him follow him back to the tribe.

"Okay, old Ghani will accompany you for a while. I hope your tribe can prepare corresponding sacrifices for me and my descendants."

Gani agreed without hesitation, and he was indeed not at ease.

If he didn't go to see Dasa's tribe with his own eyes, he still couldn't worry about these children. He didn't want the children he saved with great difficulty to die in vain.

Ghani made such a move, but Dasa couldn't get rid of it.

He was just being polite, why does this demigod of the wilderness take it seriously? !
Come on, since the other party agreed, he had no choice but to bring Gani back to the tribe.

When Ghani chose to go with the refugees, the troll refugees all breathed a sigh of relief. With Ghani, they would not be afraid of anything.

Dasa also took this opportunity to carefully count the number of troll refugees sheltered by Ghani.

I don’t know if I don’t count, I’m startled by counting.

Good guy, there are three hundred people!
Although most of them were children, there were only about a dozen adult and elderly female trolls, but this number really shocked Dasa.

If I really had a conflict with these guys just now, even without Gani's shot, these half-sized guys besieged me, and I could have killed myself.

While leading the way, Daza looked back at the refugees who formed a long queue behind him, and murmured in his heart.

Looking at this composition of personnel, Dasa also understands why there are so many of them and no tribe is willing to accept them.

Because none of them is a labor force capable of hunting and gathering.

Although these children will be a large group of labor force if they grow up, under the current conditions, who has enough food to feed so many half-sized children to adulthood safely?

"You look a little regretful, don't you?"

Ghani suddenly appeared beside Dasa.

"Regret? No, I'm just thinking about how to solve the problem of so many people and food."

Dasa was indeed beginning to have a headache with this question.

His tribe was obviously just a small tribe with a population of less than [-] people a year ago, and even at the peak of its population, it only had a population of a hundred people.

But now, with three hundred people coming all at once, how could he not feel worried.

"Well, I have been having a headache with this problem before, and my priest, Kula, has also been worrying about the ration problem. If your tribe really can't accommodate that much, you can just say it. I can keep most of the population. .”

Gani could also see Dasa's difficulties. It's not like he didn't test other large tribes before, but they didn't have any results.

No troll tribe would accept a population of three hundred that could not be hunted.

He knew very well how difficult the choice Dasa made was in this situation.

"In terms of food, with the existing reserves of my tribe, we can squeeze it together and stew it into soup to survive this difficult dry season. It's just that I will break my promise to the people in the tribe this time. I promised earlier They, this dry season everyone can get through the dry season safely and well."

Dasa just walked and didn't turn his head to look at Ghani.

"Ah, then your tribe is really powerful. That guy Rezan really gave you a lot of protection."

Gani thought that the food of Dasa and his tribe was given by Rezan, as if he distributed his divine power to those refugee children, turned them into fine jaw dragons, and sneaked into Dasa and his tribe to steal food.

"Our tribe's food is all grown by ourselves with a shovel of soil and a weed. That guy Rezan didn't help us with food. However, with his help, our tribe can pass smoothly. We're past this period of weakness."

Dasa became serious when talking about food, and his eyes were no longer so cynical. He watched Ghani talk about how his tribe harvested so much food.

As Gani walked, he listened to Dasa telling him in detail how to grow wheat like an old farmer.

He was confused when he heard it, but this also proved that what Dasa said was true.

The tribe of mortals in front of them actually managed to get enough food without relying on Loa's guidance.

"Is this special way of obtaining food proposed by a prophet in your tribe?"

Ghani kicked away a dry branch and asked Dasa.

"Oh, I came up with it. I also domesticated wheat from weeds little by little."

Although Daza spoke casually, he could hear a sense of pride from his tone.

"Unexpectedly, you, a guy who seems to only know how to fight, can actually do such a thing. Hey, you are not the priest of Rezan, are you?!"

Gani couldn't tell that Dasa, who looked like a muscular savage, actually understood the knowledge of these prophets, which gave him the illusion that this guy was a priest of Rezan.

"What? No, no, Rezan is just my friend. I don't have the slightest talent to be a witch. Zul is Rezan's priest."

Dasa waved his hand, denying Gani's conjecture.

A troll and a slender jaw dragon, chatting along the way back to Dasa's tribe.

Zul had already stood at the gate of the village with the hunters who were free from the tribe to welcome Dasa, as if he had known in advance that Dasa would come back at this time.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the forest was full of dangers. Fortunately, with the protection of Ghani and his heirs, the 300 troll refugees arrived at the camp safely.

"Hey! Zul! Come and see our new tribe!"

Dasa watched the hunters lined up at the gate of the village holding torches, and Zul who was the leader standing at the gate waiting for his return, walked up happily.

"As the chief, it takes only one day to leave like this. It's too risky. How come so many people come?!"

Zul also walked over quickly, complained to Dasa, and turned his head to look at the endless refugee team following Dasa in the darkness. He was also very surprised.

"Let me introduce you, this is the demigod of the wilderness who has been sheltering them, the demigod of the slender jaw dragon—Gani."

Dasa introduced Zul to Ghani, who had been carefully watching and observing the camp of the Dasa tribe.

"Another loa god!"

After Zur heard that Gani was a demigod of the wilderness, his gaze towards Dasa changed, but now he couldn't care less about thinking about it, and now he just wanted Ghani to stay.

"Lana, I will leave the resettlement work for these refugees to you. I will go to other checkpoints first. By the way, this child is their talker. You two should communicate well. If there is something wrong, Just find Zul."

Dasa called Lana, who was in charge of the internal affairs of the tribe, and asked her to connect with Kula to deal with the refugee resettlement of the 300 people.

He was planning to go to the various guard posts outside the tribe to patrol first. The invasion of the blood troll gave him an extremely important warning.

Let him pay more attention to the monitoring work of the sentinel.

After watching Dasa explain the work, Lana turned her head and looked at the obviously malnourished troll girl in front of her. Since these people were brought back by Dasa, she couldn't say much.

After all, both sides belong to the same tribe now.

"Come with me first. We entered the village and said slowly, isn't it safe for so many people to stay outside the village? Let's go, little sister."

As she spoke, Lana stretched out her hand to indicate that Kura could lead people into the stockade, then turned around and took the lead and walked in.

Kura looked at the towering gate, feeling timid. She looked at Ghani, then turned her head to look at the long line behind her, gritted her teeth and followed Lana in.

Zul also had a relationship with Ganila in a few words. Gani still has a good impression of this priest of Rezan, at least he is not as arrogant as Dasa.

The two also walked into the village while chatting.

In one night, the population of Dasa's tribe increased by three times.

With such a large population, their tribe can already be counted as a medium-to-large tribe.

The proposal to formally change the tribe's name was also brought up by Zul at the meeting in Bonfire Square.

　PS: Happy weekend, everyone!Today I also need a lot, a lot of tickets and collections! 0v0
　　
　
(End of this chapter)