Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 222 Return of the First Emperor

"Are you the imperial citizen who welcomes me back?"

The handsome elf who emerged from the marble sculpture, bathed in the bright moonlight, looked down at the peasant boy who was slumped on the ground and was shocked by the sight in front of him.

"You, you are, are..."

The farm boy couldn't even speak smoothly, he was really shocked.

"My name is Dasa."

Dasa's golden pupils reflected the young man's dangerous and embarrassed appearance, and his tone was calm and full of unquestionable majesty.

"Dasa! You are, the First Emperor."

Hearing the name, the peasant boy was still looking at the god king.

But at this moment, the tomb guard team led by Muzuo outside the temple came up, and the sound of armor rubbing when they were running naturally aroused Dasa's vigilance.

He also observed the peasant boy he saw for the first time after his resurrection. He was still getting used to this body again. His long ears moved and he heard the footsteps coming from outside the hall.

From the appearance of the embarrassed young man in front of him, Dasa guessed who was chasing the other party. This kind of opening, which was like a martial arts movie, was beyond his expectation.

In this case, seeing that the other party had no ill intentions, he just helped him once.

"What have you done! You little thief!"

After Mu Zuo led the team into the temple, he looked at the Dasa statue that was already a piece of rubble, and he was furious.

How could he not be angry when the sculpture of Emperor Shi Huang, who had been guarding him since he was a boy, was turned into a pile of rubble? What's more, as the inheritor of the tomb keeper's family, he knew very well that the statue was After the death of His Majesty the First Emperor, the body was transformed.

Now, two thieves destroyed one of the spiritual symbols of the people of the entire empire, and they should be sentenced to death for it!
"me……"

In his anxiety, the peasant boy no longer knew how to explain to the other party what he had seen. He just watched helplessly as the group of gravekeepers slashed at Dasa with the elven daggers in their hands.

"stop it!"

The peasant boy looked at this scene in astonishment, and he shouted in despair.

Dasa frowned slightly. It was a little too arrogant for these guys to swing their swords at him without asking indiscriminately. Originally, he wanted to explain to these guys.

But now it seems that we can only give him a beating first.

Thinking of this, Dasa rushed over with his bare hands, lowered his body to avoid the sword, hit the opponent's abdomen with an elbow, and pinched the wrist of another soldier who was striking at the side with his free hand. snatched his dagger.

Seeing that the attackers were all elves, Dasa had no plans to kill him.

After snatching the elf dagger, he slapped the face of the warrior rushing up from the other side with the spine of the sword.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Dasa overturned Muzo Sharpen and the others who rushed in.

"Gollum."

The peasant boy swallowed his saliva and looked at the scene in front of him. The grave guard team, which he thought was extremely dangerous, was released by Dasa in the blink of an eye.

"Well, you two little thieves will be wanted by the entire empire! There is no place for you in this world!"

Muzo struggled to get up. He could not accept that he could not catch a thief who destroyed the statue of Dasa.

"Save your energy, your stomach was hit by my elbow, it's not easy to get up."

Dasa walked to Mu Zuo's side with great interest and squatted down, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Dasa, let's go out."

After the peasant boy came back to his senses, he suggested.

"Dasa?! Is this your code name?! How disrespectful! How disrespectful!"

After hearing this name, Mu Zuo became even more angry.

He never imagined that a thief would dare to use the title of emperor.

"Why? That's my name. My father named me Dasa. What's your opinion? Also, thief? Are you talking about me again?"

Dasa knew that there might be some misunderstanding, so now both parties can lie down and have a good talk, and he is not short of time.

"What did you say?!"

Muzuo became even more angry. He had never seen anyone in the empire dare to be named Dasa.

Let’s not talk about other races, but among the elves, none of them know what this name actually means, and no one will name their child after a god-king.

"Oh, boy. You explain to them."

Dasa looked at these elf warriors whose eyes were bursting with anger. Knowing his eloquence, he decided to let the farm boy who witnessed his resurrection explain.

"Ah. Yes."

The young peasant boy was stunned for a moment, and then told Mu Zuo and other tomb-keepers what he had seen and how he entered this forbidden area by mistake.

"This is impossible!"

Mu Zuo couldn't believe that what the other party said was true.

Just when the peasant boy was a little embarrassed trying to prove that what he said was true, a gust of dark wind blew through the temple, and the corners of Dasana's originally calm mouth rose slightly.

"You've lost my tongue by doing this."

Dasa said in a low voice.

The figures of Bwonsamdi and Mu'ezara slowly appeared in the dark wind. The appearance of these two people frightened everyone present. They never expected that the Loa god they wanted to stay away from would appear at this time. Appear.

"Bwonsamdi, Muezara?! How did you guys appear here!"

As a member of the grave guard clan, Mu Zuo naturally knew these two loas, but he thought he would only see them when he was about to die.

Unexpectedly, I have seen it now, and it seems that his death is approaching.

In the entire empire, no believer would like the loa related to death.

The god of the underworld, Muerzala, is not bad, he also has the title of the god of time; but Bwonsamdi is miserable, he is the god of death.

This also made him a hated deity for a period of time after becoming a loa.

But soon, the next scene surprised him and the grave guards present.

They saw that the two loa gods saluted the male elf in a white tunic, and they still performed the etiquette of meeting the emperor!
"His Majesty."

Muerzala and Bwonsamdi saluted Dasa respectfully, and then consciously stood beside Dasa.

"Tsk, why didn't you two look like this before."

After Dasa looked at the two of them, he smiled.

"You, no, you are really His Majesty the First Emperor!"

At this moment, no matter how stupid Mu Zuo is, he can still sense that something is wrong. Recalling the rumors passed down by his family from generation to generation, everything in front of him can be explained clearly!
"Is this the title of First Emperor? How interesting. I am the emperor of the Zandalari Empire and the god-king of the Loas."

For the first time, Dasa found it interesting that the title Shihuang used to refer to himself.

"The legend is true."

A tomb guard warrior on the side also looked at Dasa blankly and murmured.

The misunderstanding had been cleared up, and Dasa was waiting for the tomb guards to stand up again before leaving the mausoleum.

From the mouths of these grave guards, he knew what this place was.

Atal Dasa, an emperor's mausoleum located on the top of Mount Mujaba in the mountains on the outskirts of the old capital Zuldasa; the emperors of all generations are buried here.

The duty of these tomb guards is to guard the tomb and prevent any thieves who try to break into the tomb and disturb the sleep of the emperors.

"It's really a blessing to you." Dasa patted Mu Zuo on the shoulder after hearing what Mu Zuo said about their army of grave guards.

"Unfortunately! Your Majesty, we are very proud to be a member of the Gravekeeper!"

After the two Loa helped Dasa prove his identity, Muzuo looked at him with an increasingly fanatical expression; he could recite the stories about the Holy Emperor.

"No, you are lucky to be on duty in such an area. Hey, boy. Let's leave and don't cause trouble for these loyal fighters here."

Dasa turned his head to look at the peasant boy who was cautiously staying aside.

"Ah, yes. Your Majesty."

The peasant boy nodded in flattery.

"I said, I will take this child out with me, so don't blame a teenager who is seeking shelter from the rain for his troubles."

Dasa reached out and put his hand on the young man's head, looking at Muzuo and the other elves with a smile on his face.

"Yes! Since Your Majesty has decided to pardon his crimes, then we will only execute it."

Mu Zuo resolutely carried out Dasa's order.

"Then, please take us out, and don't disturb my heirs any longer."

As he spoke, Dasa also glanced at the crystal coffin belonging to his son Ailon, where his body was placed.

"Yes, Your Majesty. This way."

After speaking, Mu Zuo took the initiative to lead the way for Dasa.

When a group of people walked out from the temple on the top of the mountain, they found that the heavy rain outside had stopped. In the dark sky, the white lady and the blue children were surrounded by stars and hung high in the sky.

The breeze from the mountains is blowing the pines and cypresses on both sides of the temple.

"Huh ~ Zandalar! Your emperor is back!"

Dasa stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains in the distance, breathing the familiar air again, and couldn't help but feel proud.

After howling, Dasa took the peasant boy to bid farewell to Mu Zuo and other tomb guards, and walked down the mountain step by step along the repaired unconventional and spacious mountain road.

"Speak, boy. What's your name?"

It was only when Dasa was walking that he remembered that he still didn't know the name of the peasant boy behind him.

"Me? My name is Jarod, Jarod Shadowsong."

Jarod was still very reserved in front of Dasa at the moment.

"Oh, Jarod? That's a good name."

Dasa's memory recalled the deeds of the person with this name. After so many years, a name that was somewhat familiar in his memory finally appeared in front of him.

If there is nothing wrong, this teenager will have a very good performance in the future.

"Your Majesty, I still have something to do at home, can you let me go home first?"

Garald, who was silent for a while, said to Dasa.

"The basket you're carrying is probably a medicine basket. Okay, I'll go with you. You won't mind if I visit your house, right?"

Naturally, Dasa could see the bamboo basket on the opponent's body.

"No, of course not! Your Majesty, I'm glad you can come to my house, just."

Garrod hesitated again as he spoke.

"Just what? You kid, don't hesitate to speak, the men of the empire should be braver."

Daza patted Jarod on the back hard.

"My mother is seriously ill and may not have time to receive you."

Garrod explained why.

"It's okay, let's go and have a look first."

Daza waved his hand, he didn't care about this matter.

Under the mixed emotions of anxiety and excitement, Garrod brought Dasa to a small courtyard near the rainforest area on the outskirts of Zuldazar. dignified.

What a small courtyard this is.

The simple fence made of broken wood branches is simply bundled, and the shed inside is made of bundled branches and vines, which is the home that Garald calls.

"Mother! Sister! I'm back!"

Jarod looked at the lighted oil lamp in the house and knew that his mother and sister had not rested yet, so he ran in happily.

"Jarrod! Elune is here! As long as you are fine! You idiot! You have to find some herbal medicine during the rainy season! Obviously I can go to the pharmacy to buy it!"

After hearing Jarod's voice, Maiev rushed out of the house and hugged her younger brother.The worried look on his brow dissipated the moment he saw Garrod, and instead he began to criticize the younger brother for his somewhat reckless behavior.

"Sister, you have just become a deacon. Your allowance should be kept in a key place. Besides, food in the city is not cheap. I can get those medicines, and you don't need to spend money to buy them."

Jarod shook his head, and while calming his sister's anxiety, he talked about his plan.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Who is that man?"

After Maiev heard Garrod's words, she noticed Dasa who was still standing at the gate of the courtyard.

"Oh, he is."

Jarod wondered how he would introduce Dasa to his sister.

"My name is Dasa, hello."

Dasa looked at the elf girl, and briefly said his name.

"Dasa? Ha, you are not afraid of death if you dare to call this name. I advise you to change your name as soon as possible."

Maiev instinctively thought that Dasa was deceiving her, after all the emperor's other Salas language was Dasa.

"Well, it doesn't matter. No one can force me to change my name."

Dasa chuckled lightly when he heard Maiev's words, and he could still tell whether the warning from the slightly unruly elf girl in front of him was good intentions or malicious.

"Where did you know such a strange man?"

Maiev turned her eyes back to her younger brother and asked in a low voice.

"Uh, when I was collecting medicine, I strayed into a dangerous place, and he rescued me."

Seeing that Dasa didn't reveal his identity, or that he had revealed his identity but no elves believed him, Garrod simply didn't tell his sister the truth.

"I knew you were in trouble! Ah! Thank you very much, sir. Saved my brother."

After Maiev listened to Jarod's words, she gave him a vicious look, then bowed to Daza in a very solemn salute.

"Can I come in and sit down?"

Daza smiled and looked at this thin elf girl who looked very thin.

"Of course no problem, please come in."

After Maiev learned that Dasa was the savior of her younger brother, she suddenly became respectful towards him.

Dasa walked into this shack like this.

He also saw that Jarod's sick mother.

　PS: It's Monday, there are a lot of things to be busy.Ahhhhh!
　　
　
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