Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 18 The Zandalari Tribe

The addition of 300 new migrants was a severe test for both Zul and Lana. When Dasa came back, he had clearly told them that these people would all be part of the tribe.

The first thing that caused Lana a headache was how to arrange these populations. Zul was not in the mood to take care of these at the moment. He was concentrating on making friends with Gani, trying to persuade Gani to let him become the loa of his tribe.This was his duty as the tribe's witch.

Lana, as the internal affairs director of the tribe, her responsibility is naturally to settle these tribesmen.

"Now all the houses in the tribe are inhabited, it's too late to prepare new houses for you, so you can make do on the bonfire square first, and only there is enough room for resettlement."

Lana took Kula to the bonfire square located in the center of the tribal camp.

"It doesn't matter, if you can accept us, we are already very content."

Kula walked all the way behind Lana, and she carefully observed the camp all the way.

She wasn't as scared as she expected, and the uneasiness in her heart was only caused by her arrival in a strange environment.

"Then you can rest around the bonfire in the square. It's still a bit cold here at night. Then, you should have a good rest first. You have worked hard along the way."

Lana left after speaking.

After Kula sent Lana away, she turned around and began to settle down with her companions.

"Let the young children in the inner circle, Aunt Anka and Sister Keith help take care of those children in the inner circle. Comanche, you and the other older children sleep with me On the outer ring, let it be colder if it’s colder.”

Kula called her helpers among the refugees, and organized the three hundred people to rest around the bonfire square together.

After everyone lay down to rest, the tribal camp became quiet again.

"Chief, they have already settled in the Bonfire Square."

After Lana settled the refugees, she happened to meet Dasa who had returned from inspecting the checkpoints.

"Really? That's good. The campfire square, it's a bit cold tonight. Have you prepared any measures to keep warm? There are quite a few young children among them."

Dasa had no objection to where Lana had been placed.

"Here, chief. Because you came back late, most of the clansmen have already rested, so I really can't get any furs to keep warm."

Lana heard what Dasa said, and recalled those troll children, and suddenly felt that there might be some problems in throwing them by the bonfire just like that.

"Hey, I see, Zuer hasn't slept yet, has he?"

Dasa sighed, and asked about his friend's situation.

"Wu is still communicating with that Ganiloa, I didn't bother."

Lana pointed to the direction approaching Zul's cabin.

"I see, the night is already very deep, you should go to rest. You don't have to worry about the rest, just leave it to me. Go, go and rest."

Dasa waved his hand to tell Lana to rest, while he walked quickly towards Zul.

"Did you rely on this solid wall to block the attack of the blood troll? It's a good idea."

Ghani listened to Zul's dictation of the war against the invading blood trolls that had just ended, and praised their tribe for building a high wall ahead of time.

"These are also proposed by the chief. In fact, he has been different from a very young age."

Zul did not hesitate to praise Dasa. In his eyes, his friend was already comparable to the loa in terms of wisdom.

"Oh? It's that kid again. It's really unexpected that a mortal can have so many intelligent ideas. No wonder he can become your chief."

As Ghani spoke, he looked behind Zul, and Dasa was walking quickly.

"Yo, Zul, Gani, are you two still chatting? I have to interrupt first, Zul, how many large pieces of fur do you have left in your house? Let me use it first, and return it to you tomorrow morning."

Dasa saw that Zuer and Ghani were chatting happily, so he stepped forward to interrupt their chat without any scruples.

"Fur? What do you want those things for? I'm sorry, Mr. Ghani is excused. Come with me. You don't know how many furs are in my house? You just go and get them."

After apologizing to Ghani, Zul took Dasa into his cabin.

The walls and the floor of his wooden house were covered with furs offered to the witch after the hunting team came back from hunting. After Dasa tried to invent the leather tanning technology, all the people in his tribe used soft furs.

"Okay, this is enough, I'll take it away first, you can continue to talk. Oh! By the way, Zul, I know you want to win Ghani to become the loa of our tribe, I just tell You point, He likes everything that shines, in my experimental workshop, there are a few copper ore blocks that I polished out for testing, those little things Ghani will like."

After Dasa quickly took away all the decorative furs in Zul's wooden house, he whispered in his ear.

"Shiny things? Thank you, Dasa."

When Zuer heard this information, he suddenly became excited.

"I'm leaving, and Gani will leave it to you to help me deal with it."

Dasa said, walked out of the wooden house, and went straight to the Bonfire Square.

After Dasa left, Zul immediately found Gani again with a smile on his face.

"Oh, by the way, Your Majesty Ghani, we have some small sacrifices for you. I hope you won't blame us."

As soon as Gani heard that Zul was going to give him a sacrifice, he became curious and followed him towards Dasa's workshop.

On the bonfire square, Kura lay on the cold ground, unable to sleep anyway, and finally could only open his eyes and look up at the starry sky that was not blocked by tree crowns and overcast clouds.

She hadn't calmed down to appreciate this beautiful starry sky for a long time, and this brief tranquility was soon broken by the sound of footsteps.

"Since you're not asleep, get up and do a favor."

Dasa walked to the campfire square with a pile of furs in his arms, and found that many of the refugees here were curled up in a ball and fast asleep, and only Kula remained awake.

"Master Chief, what is this?"

After hearing Dasa's words, Kula also sat up from the ground, and she noticed the pile of furs in Dasa's hand the first time she got up.

"Well, let's distribute these furs to those young children. They are the future of the tribe, so we can't let them suffer from frostbite."

Dasa distributed the two furs in his hand to Kula, asking her to give them to the young children in the inner circle.

"Thank you."

Kura took the fur from Dasa, lowered his head and thanked him softly.

"Heh, since you have joined my tribe, you are my tribe. As your chief, I naturally have the obligation and responsibility to take care of you. After all, you are the real source of my strength and power."

Daza didn't care and carefully walked over the half-grown troll children who were already sleeping, and walked into the inner circle near the campfire with piles of furs, and carefully covered the young children with furs one by one.

Like Dasa, Kula tried his best not to wake up those who had finally fallen asleep, and then covered the young children with the fur in his hand.

In addition to taking away Zul's fur, Dasa also took out all the furs in his own house; but even so, it could only barely guarantee the protection of young children and some thin troll children.

"That piece of fur, you can keep it for yourself. You'd better rest tonight. There will be a meeting in the tribe tomorrow. As a representative of the newly joined trolls in the tribe, you will naturally have to attend."

Dasa threw the last fur in his hand to Kura, and said with a sideways face.

"Is it your decision to take us in, the chief? Don't other people in this tribe know about it?"

Kura felt warm immediately after putting on this fur, and looked at Dasa with wide eyes.

"Of course I don't know, but tomorrow's meeting is about the naming of our tribe and the future direction of the tribe's development. I can decide whether you can stay or not. Don't think about it, you You can think of a good name for the tribe. Sleep well."

After finishing speaking, Dasa got up and left the campfire square and went back to his wooden house to rest.

He has been tired all day, and now he wants to lie down and stretch his legs.

It's finally time to take a break!

The relaxed Dasa fell into a deep sleep.

After Zur offered Gani a few polished copper ores that shone like gems in the Dasa workshop as sacrifices, he directly filled the opponent's favorability.

Coupled with his pious and respectful style of conduct, Ghani is willing to become the loa god accepted by their tribe.

After dealing with Gani's matter, Zuer also returned to his wooden house, and he could finally take a good rest.

The soft bed in memory is gone, only a bare hardwood bed board is left.

Only when Zuer came into contact with the hardwood bed board did he recall the matter that Dasa had asked him for the fur just now.

"Damn Dasa! You didn't let me keep it at all! You didn't let me take my bed!"

Zuul barely fell asleep while cursing.

Early the next morning, the sun's rays awakened all the sleeping trolls in the tribe.

Zul sat up from the wooden bed with a sore back and a sore back. He didn't sleep well all night, so he walked into the sun in a daze, called out Rezan's name, and cast a magical spell on himself, dispelling the pain in his body. Discomfort, he became radiant again.

There is an important meeting today, and he must be fully prepared.

"I'm sure you've noticed the sudden surge in the number of people in our tribe."

Daza opened the meeting as chief.

All adult hunters in the tribe are eligible to attend this meeting, because they are the mainstay of the tribe and an indispensable existence in the development of the tribe.

Many of them had just returned from a night of sentry duty and returned to attend the meeting. As soon as they came back, they saw the troll refugees lying all over the campfire square.

After learning about the origins of these half-grown children and women from other clansmen, they stopped asking, but soon something more interesting happened.

A year ago, there were only twenty or so people in Dasa's tribe. It is known that their population has recently experienced a surge in population because they accommodated a large number of adult trolls who became refugees after the blood trolls broke through their tribe. , has risen to a hundred people.Among the group of troll refugees who returned with Dasa, such as Kura, there were naturally relatives of these trolls.

These relatives who met again hugged each other and cried excitedly. After all, the suffering brought to them by the blood troll was too heavy.

This kind of reunion is tantamount to a narrow escape for either party, after all, they have no hope of seeing each other again after that.

With such an unexpected surprise, Dasa knew that in this way, these troll refugees could really integrate into their tribe.

"There is an important thing to say today. Now that our tribe has a population of more than [-], our tribe needs a famous name. Therefore, today's main topic is to determine the name of the tribe."

After Dasa finished his opening remarks, he went straight to the point.

400 people, this is already an incredible population for any troll tribe.

A tribe with such a population is already a large tribe, and so far no tribe has a population of a thousand.

Any large tribe is protected by powerful loa gods. After Rezan decided to fulfill his bet with Dasa, Dasa's tribe also became a tribe with the protection and guidance of loa gods.

"I suggest that our tribe be called the Devilsaur Tribe! After all, Rezan is the Devilsaur!"

A troll hunter excitedly offered his idea.

His proposal was echoed by many troll hunters.

"In fact, our tribe now has more than one loa god, Gani, and the fine-jawed dragon loa also became our patron saint last night."

At this time, Zul suddenly introduced Gani to everyone in the tribe, obviously because he did not approve of his tribe being called the Devilsaur tribe.

Zul's revelation once again excited the trolls present. It turned out that they didn't have a loa god willing to protect them, but now they have two loa gods!
"This loa god also came because of the chieftain's courage and wisdom, and of course his righteous heart attracted this loa's protection."

Zul added details to trace Dasa's investigation of the granary theft to the discovery of the group of troll refugees hiding in the cave. With Kura as a witness, Dasa's experience that day was compiled by Zul into A heroic epic.

"Therefore, I propose that our tribe be named after Chief Daza!"

When Zuul aroused the emotions of the tribe to the highest level, he proposed the name he thought was most suitable for the tribe.

"No, I think there is a better name, one that is more suitable for the current and future tribe. Zandalari!"

Daza stood up from the bonfire, raised his hands as if to embrace everyone, and proudly said his favorite name.

After he finished speaking, all the trolls present agreed with him.

In this way, Dasa and their tribe finally had a famous name.

Zandalari tribe.

Now that the issue of names has been resolved, it is time to talk about the resettlement of the [-] refugees and the tribe's food rations after the dry season.

A meeting on "Grassing Production and Promoting People's Livelihood" started.

　PS: Woohoo, it's Monday!Going to work again.Give me comfort for counting tickets and collections!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)