Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 20 Lively Gathering

The news that the big rally was about to be held spread throughout the entire Zandalar region. Since Dasa was already preparing to participate in this big rally, he had to prepare well before setting off.Fortunately, during this period of time, the skilled craftsmen of the Zandalari tribe gave him another big surprise.

"Chief, we have tried to do what you said, you see."

Merkel led two female trolls and handed it to Dasa a piece of linen that had just been woven, and she still held a bone shuttle in her hand.

"Let me see! It was really woven by you! It's really amazing!"

When Daza saw the satin linen, he stood up excitedly from behind the desk, and he crossed over the desk to take the linen from the other party.

From a modern point of view, this undyed linen cloth is so rough, the warp and weft threads are not very neat, and the needle holes are still a bit large.

But these are not a problem for Dasa now, this is the first time in this world that he has seen cloth woven by local people!

"Chief, do you think this thing is okay?"

Merkel looked at the agitated Dasa, and she also unconsciously became happy.

"Okay, but it needs to be finer. Those are things for later. I will help you improve the loom and spinning machine. Great, this piece of linen is a good start!"

Dasa still remembers the strange eyes that the clansmen looked at him when he was carrying a large bundle of flax harvested in the field.

At that time he had not yet become a chief.

"By the way, Kirkel said that he also has good news for you today. He said that the pottery fired in the kiln can be released from the kiln. I would like to invite you to take a look."

Merkel looked at the excited Dasa, and then relayed the news from the kiln field to Daza.

"Oh? It seems that our tribe is full of good news today. Let's go and have a look together."

Dasa said and returned the piece of linen to Merkel, left the wooden house and went straight to the kiln field.

On the way, he met Zul and took his friend with him.

When I arrived at the kiln yard, I happened to see Kirkel and his assistants who had opened the kiln and were taking the fired pottery out of the kiln bit by bit.

"This time, it looks like this furnace is burnt out. Why is it all black?"

Zuer couldn't help frowning as he watched the black lacquered pottery being taken out of the kiln one by one.He also counted on using the pottery in the tribe to exchange some useful supplies and news at the big assembly.

It might seem a little off now.

"Don't judge too soon, Zul. Let's take a closer look."

Although Dasa saw from a distance that the pottery was distinctively black, he felt that this black pottery had a different aesthetic feeling from the old-fashioned painted pottery.

After hearing what Dasa said, Zuer didn't say much, but just got closer to his good buddy.

As he got closer, those pitch-black pottery became more and more clear in his eyes. Although these pottery were black, the feeling of black was not like that of scorched black.

The shape of the pottery looks appropriate with the jet black colour.

"Oh! Chief! Wu! You came at the right time! Chief, I have adopted all the suggestions you told me, and we have succeeded! This new batch of pottery is the best proof!"

Kirkel excitedly picked up a clay pot from the ground and showed it to Dasa.

The pitch-black color on the tank wall has the effect of smoke, but the tank wall is a bit rough.

"It would be great if the walls of the tank were smoother. The shiny black ones will definitely look better."

Dasa stretched out his hand to stroke the jar wall, feeling the slightly rough surface of the clay jar.

"I think so too. This style of black pottery must look better than the painted pottery of the past."

Kirkel is very satisfied with the new furnace of pottery he fired. Although the walls are a bit rough, in his opinion, as long as they are polished properly, these utensils can become more refined.

"Well, go ahead and try. This time we are going to the big gathering. We may bring a batch of pottery you fired, some of which are painted pottery and black pottery. First, let the tribesmen in the tribe change into better ones. Pottery, give priority to protecting their part."

Dasa handed the clay pot in his hand to Zuer, who was looking carefully at the pottery on the ground, and asked him to take a good look.

"It's the chief! We will work hard to complete this task."

Kirkel solemnly assured Dasa.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

After Dasa finished speaking, he carefully inspected this batch of new pottery.

There are only two kinds of items that the Zandalari tribe brought to the big gathering this time for exchange, pottery and linen.The main ones are pottery, and the linen cloth is only about two feet long. After all, there are not many people in the Zandalar tribe who can weave cloth, and the planting of flax has not yet spread. brought back by hunters.

"Be careful! Put more hay between the pottery and the pottery! Don't break it! Lightly! Lightly!"

Kirkle directed his assistants to load the pottery into baskets and hang them on the back of the Deinonychus used to carry the goods.

In fact, the four Deinonychus could not transport much cargo, and Daza did not intend to transport too much pottery to the grand assembly.His main purpose of going there this time was to search for information and maps of the surrounding area, as well as news about the blood troll.

He always kept in mind the sacrifice of the trolls in the homeland defense battle. He wanted to avenge those dead clansmen. Since that night, he has always thought otherwise.

But he is very clear that he and his tribe are not yet able to avenge the group of blood trolls living in the Nazmir area.

If so, find allies.

This big rally is the best opportunity.

"Ah~ It's a rare opportunity to come out and walk around."

Zuer held a bone staff symbolizing a witch in his hand, and hung a wooden stake carved by himself on his waist. After leaving the tribe, he became more lively, just like before he became a witch.

"Is it really okay for you to come out with me like this? There is no one in charge in the tribe now, and I still feel a little worried after letting Lana and the others discuss it."

Dasa originally wanted Zul to stay in the Zandalar tribe, and he represented the tribe to participate in this big gathering, but he did not expect that Zul would ask to go together this time.

"There will be no problems with the tribe. With the protection and guidance of His Majesty Lezan and Ghani, nothing will go wrong."

Zul smiled and said to Dasa, ever since Rezan agreed to fulfill his bet with Dasa and became the loa of the Zandalari tribe, Zul felt that the burden on his shoulders was relaxed a lot. There was a sense of relief.

Now that the tribe has the protection of the Loa God, he no longer has to worry about the safety of the tribe.

"The loa gods are not omnipotent, my old friend. Rezan and the others are just a cooperative relationship with us. I have said it many times. If a tribe or a race wants to develop better, it must be independent and self-improving. spirit. It is impossible to develop by relying on external forces.”

Dasa sighed and seriously emphasized to Zul again.

Zul accepted Dasa's preaching with an open-minded expression. He couldn't remember how many times he had heard the same content from Dasa, but even so he still insisted on his own opinion.

As Zul and Dasa walked, they chatted about their visions for the future of the tribe.

A group of 13 people walked for five days from the village of the Zandalari tribe to the place where the big assembly was held, and finally arrived at the place named the Garden of the Loa Gods at sunset on the fifth day.

"Here! Here we are!"

Kikchik was very excited. There was not a single female troll among the 13 people, but all male trolls.

The purpose of their trip was to find a good wife for these bachelors in the tribe, apart from exchanging supplies and map information.

"It's really a bustling event."

Zuer looked at the tents stationed all over the mountains and the bonfires burning around the tents. The area became very magnificent against the backdrop of the setting sun.

The scene of civilization and the scene of nature are intertwined to form a beautiful scene.

"See it, Zul. I can assure you that this will be seen every day in our tribe in the future."

Looking at this rare scene, Dasa confidently said to Zul.

"I trust you, old chap."

Zul turned his head to look at Dasa, and replied with a face of trust.

"Let's go, it's time to find a suitable camp. This time we will be the center of this rally. When we get to the place, we will reveal all the things we have prepared for you! Can you find your beloved, Just watch it once!"

As Dasa spoke, he looked at the eleven troll hunters behind him.

"Oh!"

Kikchik took the lead in answering Dasa's call, shouting the loudest.

The arrival of the Zandalari tribe attracted the attention of all the troll tribes present. After all, a tribe that can have a forest predator like Deinonychus as a mount is a tribe that should not be underestimated.

But unlike any well-known big tribe, the appearance of Dasa and their Zandalari tribe is really too clean.

yes, clean.

At Dasa's request, the trolls of the Zandalari tribe pay great attention to personal hygiene. In addition, except for the older generation of trolls who have been tattooed in the past, the young trolls of Dasa's generation have It was clean, no tattoos, no piercings of any kind.

This also made it impossible for the other troll tribes gathered here to determine which big tribe Dasa and the others belonged to.

After Dasa and his party found a quiet place surrounded by mountains and rivers, they decided to use this place as the campsite.

The temporary camp of the Zandalari tribe in the Loa Garden of Gods was quickly set up in the hands of thirteen trolls. At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and the sky was full of stars. The same was true for the white lady and the blue child. Hanging high in the sky.

Only the existence of these two moons reminded Dasa that he was no longer on the earth.

"Aren't you going to change into another suit? That set of armor is the common intention of the tribe."

Zul walked out of his tent and saw Dasa who was sitting alone on the grass looking up at the sky and the galaxy in a daze.

"No, anyway, I'm not here to find a wife this time."

Dasa came back to his senses and waved his hand.

"Anyway, you are also the chief of the Zandalari tribe. You are not only representing yourself now. For the sake of the tribe's face, I ask you to put on that armor."

Zuul took off the package hanging from his shoulder.

Put it on the grass next to Dasa, and slowly opened it.

Inside was a set of armor of glittering gold.

Devilsaur skin is the base, and there is a one-piece muscle armor hammered from gold-plated red copper on the outside, a wooden gold-plated Devilsaur head and shoulder armor, and two gold-plated red copper greaves on the lower body.

"Hey, hello, hello. This set of armor is a bit too ostentatious."

Daza looked at this set of armor that was still shining golden even under the moonlight, and couldn't help complaining.

This set of local gold armor style is really in line with the style of the Zandalari trolls, but it is also the style of the Zandalari Empire era.

The current Zandalari trolls are nothing more than a tribe with a population of only four hundred people!

How much effort would it take to make such a set of armor!
"Show off? I think it fits your personality quite well. Aren't you so showy and arrogant? Don't underestimate the defensive power of this set of armor. It has the blessing of Laizan's crown on it. Yes. With this set of armor, you don’t have to worry about those spellcasters.”

As Zul spoke, he took out this set of armor from the package, and he was going to put on this set of armor for Dasa himself.

"Stop! It's too late now. If you really want to change it, wait until tomorrow, Zuul, don't forget the real purpose of our coming to the big rally this time."

Seeing Zul's eagerness to try, Dasa hastily pressed the opponent's action.

"Well, that's what you said. It's really inconspicuous to wear such a suit on this big night. Really, I was confused by Kikchik and the others. Let's continue talking about the arrangements for the next few days." Regarding intelligence gathering, we can discuss more with those big tribes, such as Flying Wings, Sharp Claws, and Sharp Horns, you can inquire about them.”

Under Dasa's gaze, Zul put down the armor in his hand, and after regaining his composure, he began to think again.

"Well, except for the big tribes, some small tribes may have better news. After all, the blood trolls are more threatening to them, especially those tribes that are not protected by the loa gods. When the time comes, Zul, go talk to them. If you are willing to join our tribe, all those who are willing will be brought back, the food in the tribe is still enough to eat, and the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the field will be harvested in a short time, so don’t worry about the food problem.”

Dasa looked at the group of tents with bonfires burning in the distance, and looked at Zuer seriously.

"Don't worry, I will ensure that the tribe's population grows. Will this population growth be too fast?"

Zull had some concerns.

"Don't worry, I will find a way to solve this aspect, you just need to convince the witches of their tribe."

After speaking confidently, Dasa turned and left. Before leaving, he still took the pack of armor.

The big gathering, a big development opportunity for the Zandalari tribe has arrived.

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