Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 21 Daza's Harvest

In the early morning of the Loa Garden of the Gods, the sun penetrated the mist that shrouded the valley, awakening the trolls who gathered and slept here.

The noisy shouting began to gradually resound in this valley, and this sound aroused all the small animals living in this forest, and they fled this area one after another.

Strolling in the bazaar of the Great Assembly, Dasa and Zul observed the items displayed here while discussing the content of today's work.

"Fur, dried meat, even dried fish, salt are not what we need."

Dasa's eyes quickly scanned these stalls, trying to find items that he could use.

"Most of the goods here are these. Otherwise, what else do you think there is? Not all tribes are like our Zandalari tribe. They have inexhaustible food. Only when we don't have the trouble of hunger can we think about it. Get something else."

Zul was not surprised by the goods here, and his eyes did not stay on the stalls. He was looking for alternative targets who might join the Zandalari tribe.

Along the way, more than a dozen small tribes have become his list. These small tribes are the same as the Zandalari tribes in the past, and they are very small. It is composed of more than a dozen NO.20 people.

Seeing the other party's malnourished appearance, Zuer gradually had an action plan in his mind.

"Huh?! Hey, how do you change these stones?"

As he walked, Zul noticed a pile of gray-black translucent, metallic luster plate columnar crystals placed on a stall.

Compared with gems, this crystal is much darker, so there are almost no trolls who come to ask.

Dasa could vaguely see what kind of rock it was, and he was going to get some and bring it back to the tribe for smelting.

"Huh? A piece of dried meat, you take all of these."

The thin, middle-aged troll's eyes lit up when he saw Dasa asking, and he said a price that he thought was very suitable.

"How dare you ask for a piece of dried meat with these worthless stones? Are you hungry?"

"That's right, this guy has already sold his broken stones to other trolls here three days ago, and he even asked for three pieces of dried meat. Why, knowing that it can't be exchanged, the price has been reduced?"

After the stall owner set out the price, other trolls around persuaded Dasa and Zul, asking them not to be fooled, and to buy such a pile of unknown stones that are not crystals and gemstones, which cannot be eaten or worn. Yes, it's a complete waste.

Listening to the words of the passers-by, the troll stall owner froze and sat down.

"Which tribe are you from? Where did you get these stones? If you will tell me, I will not only exchange one piece of dried meat for these stones of yours, but I will also exchange four pieces of dried meat for the person who found these stones." Place."

Dasa ignored the voices of these passers-by, he picked up an ore from the other party's stall and observed it carefully. In order to see more clearly, he even held this ore to the The sun observed carefully.

Well, it is confirmed that it is a plate columnar crystal.

"Is what you said true? Sorry, it's not that I don't believe you, but at least you have to let me see the dried meat."

The stall owner's eyes lit up when he heard Dasa's words, and he became excited, but soon he got down again, and he had to see the dried meat.

"No problem, Zul, give me that bag. Show him our tribe's special smoked bacon."

While speaking, Daza took off the animal skin bag from Zul's waist, and took out five pieces of dried meat that looked like coke.

Well, there's a hint of cinnamon in addition to the traditional strong smokiness.

Dasa who smelled it was a little hungry.

The troll stall owner in front of him obviously couldn't stand the smell anymore.

"I found these stones in a cave by a ford above the river above the Loa, where there are many more. As for my tribe; I have no tribe to go to, Those bloody white ghosts ruined everything for me!"

The troll stall owner began to suffer as he spoke.

"I also found those stones when I was evacuating. I thought they looked pretty. I thought I could exchange them for something to eat at the big rally. My hunting skills are so poor that I couldn't hunt any prey at all."

The troll stall owner explained to Dasa roughly how the ore came from while crying.

"Do you want to join our tribe?"

After Zul looked at the other party carefully, he looked at Dasa who was silent and focused on the ore, and he took the initiative to hand over the invitation to the other party.

"Which tribe are you from?"

The troll stall owner controlled his emotions after crying for a while. He raised his head and looked at Dasa and Zul carefully. The other party was too clean.

Dasan's clean appearance did not match the animal skin coat he wore, and Zul wore a traditional and slightly ornate witch's suit.

"Our tribe is called the Zandalari tribe, and it's in the forest north of the Loa Garden of the Gods. Do you want to go with us?"

Zuer's gentle image gradually made the other party let go of his guard, but it was a pity that he was too young.

"Zandalari Tribe? You really dare to call it that name."

After hearing the tribe's name, the troll stall owner hesitated.

"It doesn't matter, we have already got what we want, so according to the exchange rules, these four pieces of meat are yours. These stones are mine."

Dasa saw the other party's hesitation, and he understood the other party's hesitation very well. After all, joining a strange tribe and going to a strange environment still required some thinking, and he didn't expect anyone to answer him immediately.

The current Zandalari tribe is still too small.

"If you think about it, you can come to us at the camp on the hillside during the big rally, and we will camp there."

Zul pointed to the temporary camp of the Zandalari Tribe. After speaking, he and Dasa left this stall and continued to visit other stalls.

Dasa also gained something along the way. He brought back various strange stones, and at the same time, he also brought back the location where these stones were found. In his opinion, this is a very important piece of information.

Only Zul didn't understand what Dasa was going to do with so much sensuality in exchange for these unattractive, useless and inedible broken stones.

"Next time, if there is such a big gathering, Lana and the others should come. The two of us really don't know how to talk about business."

Dasa carried the animal skin bag filled with various stones on his shoulders, and looked at Zuer beside him with a tired face.

"Now that the dried meat is gone, you just got such a load of broken stones. Let's go back to the camp and eat something. I'm a little hungry."

Zuer also looked tired, obviously he was just strolling in the market, why did he feel tired?

When the two returned to the Zandalar camp, they found that many trolls had gathered here. They all fell in love with the black pottery of the Zandalari tribe and the piece of linen used for display, and they wanted to share with them. They make deals.

There are also wandering trolls who want to join the Zandalari tribe.

"Chief! Witch! You are finally back! Now we have found the backbone."

Kikchik was busy dealing with these trolls who came to make deals, but when he saw Dasa and Zul coming back, he immediately became excited and hurried to meet them.

When Dasa saw this posture, he turned his head and left without saying a word, leaving Zul alone at a loss until he was caught and went to negotiate with the trolls who wanted to make a deal. Only then did I react.

"Dasa! Who is the chief of this tribe?! It's you! Not me!"

After sending away the last troll who came to trade, Zul found Dasa who had come back after wandering around full of anger.

"But you are a witch. Isn't the duty of a witch to assist the chief in handling things that he is not good at? Besides, you are doing a good job."

Dasa's way of throwing his hands away from the shopkeeper made Zur very angry.

"Okay, let's get back to business. I just went around the camps of several big tribes and found that they seem to be holding some kind of meeting."

Seeing that Zuer was already breathing out in anger, Daza immediately put on a straight face and talked about the new news he had just detected.

"Those big tribes are having a meeting? After all, we are considered a big tribe, why didn't anyone invite us?"

Zul was a little confused. The Zandalari tribe had a population of more than [-], and there were two loa gods who protected them. This was not a standard large tribe.

How could such a meeting between the great tribes go uninformed to them? !

"I guess it's because our tribe has expanded so fast that other tribes don't even know about our tribe."

Dasa rubbed his chin, thinking seriously.

The Zandalari tribe has grown from a small tribe with a population of less than [-] people to a large tribe with a population of more than [-] in just one and a half years. This kind of development speed is far beyond the cognition of other trolls. , This is something that breaks their common sense.

Naturally, the Zandalari did not receive invitations to the Great Horde Conference.

"They don't invite this kind of thing, we will go by ourselves! We must not let those guys despise our Zandalari tribe!"

Zuer was holding back his anger at the moment, and after hearing Dasa's analysis, he immediately suggested that he and Dasa go to the meeting site of the chiefs of the big tribes to participate in this kind of meeting that only big tribes could attend.

"I do have the idea of ​​unifying the various tribes in the Zandalar Mountains and then attacking the blood trolls of Nazmir in the north, but that is not an alliance with those tribes."

Daza looked at Zul and expressed his inner thoughts, anyway, there were only the two of them here now.

"I know what you think, but through the alliance, you can promote your goals faster, and we can also integrate the trolls in the entire Zandalari region faster. There is no need to use a brutal merger to integrate .”

Zur offered his own opinion.

"Then let's try according to your suggestion first, and if it doesn't work, follow my idea."

Daza stood up as he spoke.

"Hey, since you are going to the meeting on behalf of the tribe, why don't you put on that armor?"

Zuer looked at Dasa who was getting ready to go to the meeting in this outfit, and hurriedly reminded him.

"Don't change, just go like this. Let's go!"

Dasa said and walked out of the camp.

In desperation, Zuer followed Dasa to the meeting place of those big tribes.

The five big tribes of Claw, Flying Wing, Sharp Horn, Thunderbolt and Antain are having a meeting in a meeting place chosen by the Sharp Horn Tribe. It's so out of place.

"The group of white ghosts in the north can no longer be so unscrupulous!"

The chief of the Claw Tribe, Manco Claw, proposed in a somewhat irritable mood. His tribe was greatly affected by the blood troll's southward invasion.

"Of course we know that we can't let them continue to be so unscrupulous, but those white ghosts can go deep into the mountains of Zandalar, but we have no way to go north to attack them. The best hunters in my tribe were sent out to try to scout Nazmir, but It didn't turn out well, they didn't hear from them."

The chief of the Flying Wing tribe, Roca Flying Wing, looked at Manco with a helpless look.

"Since you have no way to fight back, why did you come here? Roka, your tribe still owes me twenty large prey. This is the bet you lost to us last time."

Manco is not friendly to the chief of the Flying Wing tribe. It can be seen that there is a bit of conflict between the chiefs of the two tribes.

"Okay, okay. Our meeting this time is to discuss how to deal with those blood trolls. Why are you two arguing at this juncture?!"

As the host of the meeting, the chief of the Sharp Horn Tribe, Yaval Sharp Horn, made a sound to smooth things over. If you want to say which tribe among the several big tribes present suffered the most from the blood tribe's southern invasion, it would be the Sharp Horn Tribe.

Their village is located at the junction of an open grassland and forest in the north of the Zandalar Mountains. This is the first point of attack for the blood trolls to invade the south.

Although they had the protection of the loa gods and kept their tribe, they also lost a lot.

Seeing that the dry season is coming, the blood trolls in the north will invade the south again due to lack of food. Yaval wants to take advantage of this big gathering to form a team with several nearby big tribes against the invasion of blood trolls. Offensive and defensive alliance.

"Hey, you guys. Keep arguing, don't stop. Bwonsamdi likes to watch you quarrel."

The witch of the Antaien tribe, wearing a white bone mask and looking like a happy man, sat in his seat relaxed and freehand, looking at Manco and Roca.

"Bwonsamdi, doesn't your tribe have a chief? Why did you let a witch come to the meeting? Could it be that after the old man Muerzala died, your tribe has no suitable person to be the chief? Oh, Pitiful."

Manco sneered at Bwonsamdi without hesitation.

"Hmph, Little Manco, you can say this when I'm still alive, but it's not too late to say it now, I don't mind taking you away with me."

As soon as Manco finished speaking, the temperature in the surrounding area seemed to drop suddenly, and the light dimmed, and then a strong troll soul with a fierce face appeared beside Bwonsamdi.

He became No. 1 of the troll loa, the former chief of the Antain tribe, and now the god of protection—Muezala.

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