Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 23

Dasa and Zul excitedly came to the place where the tribal meeting was held, but they were blocked by the vassal tribe of the sharp-horned tribe who was in charge of guarding.

The reason is simple, they don't know the Zandalari tribe at all, and Dasa's dress can't tell his identity from the outside, there are no tattoos, no symbolic jewelry, and the whole body is wrapped around the waist Animal skin, half naked.Dressed like a normal young troll.

If there is a difference, it is his muscular body and the pair of protruding tusks that look like mammoth tusks.

Is a handsome young man.

But that's it.

Different from Dasan's simple attire, Zul's priest suit is much more gorgeous.

The cloak made of bird feathers of various colors, and the colorful feather crown on the top of the head dotted with red copper ore, and the bone staff symbolizing the witch in the hand is also embedded with a large polished transparent red copper hexagonal block.

"Stop those who come! What are you doing?"

The troll guard stopped Dasa and Zul who were rushing in with their heads covered. He only glanced at Daza and then locked his attention on Zul.

He decided that Zul was the master, and as for Dasa, he might be a follower.

"I am a witch from the Zandalari tribe, and I am here to attend this tribal meeting."

Zul originally wanted to introduce Dasa's identity, but was stopped by his friend who calmly tugged on his cloak.

So I had no choice but to declare my identity and purpose first.

"Heh, the Zandalari tribe? Your tribe is really loud. There is no small tribe you have heard of, right? Do you know what tribe is meeting there? Get out of here!"

The guard snorted coldly when he heard Zul's words. He had never heard of the Zandalari tribe.

After carefully observing the decorations on Zuer's clothing, there was no gold ornament at all, and he looked down on him even more.

Think the other party is a liar.

It's not like he didn't meet some guys pretending to be big tribes before, but he saw them all and gave him a lesson.

"Our tribe has a population of more than [-] people! It's not a small tribe! I'll say it again, get out of the way!"

Zuer wanted to reason with the other party, but such a domineering guy didn't seem to be ready to reason with him.

"What's going on?! What happened?"

Papela, who heard the quarrel here, rushed over. He was a witch who was a vassal of a medium-sized tribe under the Sharp Horn tribe, and he was also a priest of Torkali.

He was assigned to be in charge of the security defense of the meeting place. It was said that the security defense was actually to clear the venue to prevent irrelevant guys from breaking in.

"Priest Papela, these two guys who don't know where they came from are going to break into the venue! Do you want to teach them a lesson?"

The troll guard reported the incident to Papela as soon as he saw it.

"Huh? The two of you are holding a tribal conference right now. All the people who can participate in this conference are chiefs or witches from big tribes. It's not that you small tribes can participate. I'm very sorry."

Papela waved at the guard, saying that he would handle the matter himself.

Looking at the arrogant Papela, Zuer remembered who she was; when he was still an apprentice, he traveled with the older generation of witches to learn how to visit several nearby tribes.

Among them is the medium-sized tribe that Papela belongs to, and he also learned more detailed knowledge about the loa gods from the other party.

The guy in front of him can be remembered by Zuer because of his arrogance.

But now, he can give the opponent a good slap in the face.

"Priest Papela, do you still know me?"

Zuer looked at the opposite guy seriously.

"I don't know you, and it doesn't matter to me who you are. If you are sensible, you'd better get out of here."

Pappola didn't have the patience to talk to Zul and Daza, he just wanted to drive them away.

"Zul, I just said your idea won't work."

Dasa, who had been silent all this time, looked at his friend jokingly at this time, and he was not surprised that his friend was deflated.

"Zul? Ah, I remembered. You are the apprentice of the small tribe who followed that old guy to our tribe to learn about the loa gods? How dare you appear in front of me!"

After hearing Dasa call Zuer's name, Papela also remembered who Zuer was. Obviously, the side they met back then made both parties unhappy.

"It seems that you have remembered. Then get out of the way!"

Zul said that he wanted to force his way in.

"I said you are a witch from a small tribe, where did you get the courage to come to the meeting? Your tribe is too ignorant, dare to call your own tribe Zandalari. Get lost! Did you get enough of the beating last time?" Well?!"

Papela's expression became even more arrogant, and the two fangs on her mouth almost rushed into the sky because of his expression.

"Oh, so the last time you came back was injured because of this guy, then you lied to me, saying that you were raped by a wild boar. Old man, it's not good for you to lie to me like this."

Dasa looked at Zur with a look of sudden realization.

"Hey, are you this guy's servant? Pull him away quickly, don't get in the way here. The meeting inside is very important."

Unsurprisingly, Papela recognized Dasa as Zul's entourage, and said arrogantly.

"Listen, Papora. We're not here to make trouble this time. I know you're meeting with those blood trolls. We, the Zandalari tribe, want to help too, so you better let us go in."

Zul didn't want Dasa to carry out his plan, because in his opinion, such a choice was too bloody, and it shouldn't be the choice to treat the same race.

To unite the troll clan, it is not necessary to use such brutal means.

"Hey, the guards drove them away."

Papela was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zuer anymore, turned around and was ready to come here immediately.

After the troll guard got the order, he pointed the stone spear in his hand at Zul and Dasa, pressing forward.

"I'll say it again! Our Zandalari tribe has a population of more than four hundred! Why is it not considered a big tribe! Where does your tribe have the courage to reject our Zandalari tribe!"

Zul still wanted to reason with the other party.

Not a single troll in the room wanted to listen to him anymore.

Just when the stone spear was about to stab Zul's body, Dasa stretched out an arm and grabbed the stone spear.

"I've told you everything. Word of mouth doesn't work in this era. Only fists can convince everyone."

As Dasa said, he picked up the troll guard holding the stone spear with one arm, and then threw him out with a forceful swing, and he also snatched the stone spear.

This move of his naturally caught the attention of the other troll hunters guarding here, and they rushed over with stone spears.

Looking at these slightly malnourished troll hunters, Dasa laughed.

"The chief of this tribe is also incompetent. He can actually make his people hungry to such an extent. He is no longer worthy of being a chief."

While Dasa was speaking, he turned the stone spear in his hand upside down, and with a sweep of the gun barrel, these troll hunters rushed to the ground one after another, and the stone spear they held in their hands was also broken by this blow.

"You! How dare you!"

Papera was intimidated by Daza's move.

"Yo, miscellaneous. You didn't run away. Just in time, I'm looking for you. Zuer, come here! How did he hit you back then? You beat me back twice! We Zandalari tribe Never be angry with outsiders!"

Dasa said and stuffed the broken barrel of the gun into Zul's hand.

"In this way, the difficulty of our negotiations will increase exponentially."

Zuer looked at the wooden stick in his hand, and looked at Dasa with a complicated expression.

"Oh, that's just right, follow Lao Tzu's plan, hurry up! Follow your inner feelings, you have seen this bastard not pleasing to your eyes for a long time. Hit it."

As Dasa spoke, he jumped over the paralyzed Papela, and strode towards the tent where the meeting was held.

On both sides of his direction, there were wailing troll hunters lying on the ground after being beaten by him.

"Uh, hehe. Then what, Zuer, you also know that if you call me, you may encounter obstacles, or else, let's just forget about it?"

Papela understood the conversation between Daza and Zul, and he also saw the relationship between the two.

He begged for mercy flatteringly.

"Well, don't worry. You won't get hurt."

Zuer stared at Papoola indifferently at the moment.

"Ah, thank you for your generosity."

When Papela heard what Zuer said, he heaved a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to get up, Zuer hit his face with a stick and hit the ground again.

Zuer's blow was just the beginning, he hit Papela's body one after another, beating him until he screamed.

After spreading the anger in Wan Wan's heart.

A ball of golden holy light lit up in Zul's palm, and this light shrouded Papela, who was throbbing in pain from the beating.

Pain and scars quickly left him, it was like an illusion.

"Well, may the light of Rezan heal your wounds. Then, let's continue."

With this holy light, Zul not only healed Papera's injury, but also replenished his physical strength to dispel the exhaustion caused by the opponent's whipping just now.

"No!"

Papera's wailing once again attracted Zuul's second round of revenge.

Just like Dasa said, beat back twice.

Peppera never dreamed that Zul would become a priest of a loa.

When Daza walked quickly to the tent where the meeting was held, he had already heard the ongoing quarrel inside, and the content of those conversations made him laugh out loud again.

Sure enough, the struggle between intelligent creatures will always exist, even if he goes to another world.

The troll guards guarding around the camp naturally saw Dasa coming all the way in, and they all stepped forward to control him.

These guards were all hunters from the Horn Tribe, so their fighting power must be different from the medium-sized tribe where Papela was.

It's just that they are all used to fighting alone, at most they cooperate like hunting large animals, but that kind of cooperation is not easy to use when dealing with Dasa.

Besides, the area outside the tent is not that big.

"This is a bit interesting."

Dasa looked at the hunters of the Horned Horde who surrounded him, and pulled out two copper daggers for self-defense from his back belt, and played a trick under the control of the troll's three thick fingers. He held it back in his hand, and rushed forward to meet the hunter who was stabbing him in the front.

The sharp red copper dagger cut off the stone spears in the hands of these hunters under Dasa's swing, scratching their leather clothing and bodies.

Dasa didn't mind wounding those who dared to attack him, since Zul was there anyway.

As the priest of Rezan, that guy can still play with the Holy Light bestowed by Rezan, so it's no problem to play as a priest of the Holy Light.

"There are assassins!"

When the last troll guard who dared to shoot at Dasa fell, the five tribal chiefs and witches who had been holding a meeting were thrown out of it one after another, and then they saw that they were covered in blood, with their hands still holding their hands. The red copper dagger dripping with blood was full of arrogance.

"Who are you! Why did you hurt the guards of my tribe!"

Yaval looked at his own hunter who fell on the ground and howled, and was immediately angry, but he still had some brains and didn't shoot Dasa immediately.

"I am the chief of the Zandalari tribe. I originally wanted to attend your meeting to discuss how to deal with those white ghosts in the north, but I was stopped by your gatekeepers. The witches of our tribe were also vassalized by you." The insult of the leader of the tribe, so Lao Tzu called in."

Daza stared at Yawal and said.

"The Zandalari tribe, I have never heard of it. Your tribe has a big tone. You dare to name your tribe such a name. You don't seem to have any blessings from the loa. How dare you brag about yourself like that!"

Manco looked at Dasa carefully, but he didn't see any marks on the other party that symbolized the blessing of the Loa, so he firmly insisted that the Zandalari tribe did not have the protection of the Loa.

"The protection of the loa? Could it be that the trolls cannot survive without the protection of the loa gods? Could it be that we cannot develop without the guidance of the loa gods?!"

Daza frowned when he heard Manco's words, and he said the words he had said countless times in the debate with Zul again.

He didn't like this situation of blindly worshiping a certain god.

The demigods of the wilderness are indeed worthy of the respect of the trolls, but they are only respected. Their existence should not interfere with the development of the civilization of the trolls, and the trolls should not rely on these demigods of the wilderness to survive.

"Without the protection of the Loa gods, it wouldn't be a big tribe at all."

Roca looked at Dasa with a stern face. This middle-aged troll man was not very optimistic about Dasa's hot-blooded youth.

"This young man is interesting. Some of his ideas agree with me. When will the trolls be so dependent on those beasts?"

Muerzala looked at Dasa appreciatively, he agreed with the other party's idea.

Bwonsamdi didn't speak, he just quietly observed this extraordinary guy.Maybe he'll be able to surprise him and Muehzara with some brand new surprises.

　PS: I have to work overtime today!Cry!To vote for comfort!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)