Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 26 Zul's Worries

In the dead of night, Zuer was in cold sweat recalling his choice during the day.

"Am I really relying too much on the Loa gods? That I forgot my own thinking."

After the hunting challenge was settled, Zuer, who returned to his tent to rest, began to review the day's progress. Only at this time did he realize how risky this hunting challenge was.

A bloody and brutal hunting contest was held in the untouched Nazmir region, thanks to that guy from Dasa!

Where is Nazmir? !

That is the place where the blood god descended, and where the believers of the blood god lived!

Going deep into Nazmir to hunt those cultists, isn't that equivalent to punching that evil god in the face? !

"What the hell was I thinking?!"

Zuer didn't ask any loa gods for help this time. He chose the divination technique passed down to him by the old witch in the tribe, hoping to use this technique to check whether he had any problems in the near future.

However, it turned out that he didn't have any abnormalities.

"What is that mysterious voice?"

Zul, who struggled several times to no avail, could only finally combine his latest anomaly with that mysterious and ethereal voice.

After all, it is impossible for him to question those Loa about this kind of thing. He is now a priest of the Loa gods.

That night, Zuer suffered from insomnia.He stared blankly at the two moons hanging high in the sky.

The big gathering held in the Garden of the Loa Gods ended amidst the excitement, and Dasa also returned to the south in the Zandalari mountains with the participants belonging to the Zandalari tribe who had obviously expanded several times Zandalari tribe village.

"This time, it's really rewarding."

Daza walked in the front of the team, with a relaxed and happy expression, which formed a sharp contrast with Zul beside him.

"Yeah, I've gained a lot. That's Dasa, do you have confidence in that hunting competition?"

Zuul's face had been gloomy since that night.

"Hunting competition? I thought you were in a bad mood these days because I insisted on moving the tribe to the outskirts of Nazmir."

Dasa laughed even more happily when he heard Zuer's words.

"That's also one of the reasons! We managed to gain a firm foothold in the mountains of Zandalar and developed the current population size. Do you know how many people will leave our tribe because of your choice?!"

Zul squinted his eyes and looked at Dasa who was bathed in the sun and had a smile on his face.

"I don't intend to move the whole clan northward, Zul. Do you know how many people our tribe grew when we were in the big assembly?"

Dasa said and looked towards the way home.

"Hearing what His Majesty Ghani said, his family members have been working hard to search and rescue those trolls who are in trouble. Those who were rescued were all brought to the tribe. I don't know how many people there are. .”

Zuer didn't understand why Dasa brought up this topic. In addition, he was also attracted by Dasa's statement that the whole family did not migrate north.

"Let me tell you, the hunter specially sent by Lana told me just now. By the time she sent the message, the number of our tribe has continued to grow to 900, which is the number of people in our team. That is explain."

"In other words, the population of our tribe has exceeded 1000!"

Before Dasa finished speaking, Zuer was shocked by this data!
The number of tribes with thousands of people!

Such a large population is the first time trolls have recorded it!

Different from other large tribes in the Zandalar Mountains, such as the Talon Tribe, although their population is more than [-] people, it is because they have nearly [-] people belonging to their small and medium-sized tribes.

The Zandalari tribe is different, so many people all belong to the Zandalari tribe directly.

"With so many people gathered together, not to mention management issues, we have to consider the issue of food. The current position of our tribe is not based on the development of farming. I think you understand what I mean, Zul. We need to provide Their own tribe opens up a new living space."

Dasa's face gradually became serious, and he would look like this whenever he talked about his tribe's affairs.

"So, you want to move the tribe north?! Just to open up the living space?!"

Only now did Zuer vaguely understand why Dasa did what he did.

"Our tribe's long-term survival will require a shift from hunting to farming and herding. This world is dangerous, Zul; far more dangerous than you know and see from the loa."

Daza looked at his friend in front of him, hesitated for a while, and decided to secretly tell the other party the crisis he already knew.

In many cases, the inner pressure of being a prophet is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Since Dasa knew that he was in Azeroth, his heart has been troubled by the crises that will happen in the future.

Even though he has always wanted to forget deliberately, the longer he lives in this world, the more he will be unable to forget the disasters that will happen in the future.

Whenever he walks in the tribe and sees the newborn children in the tribe, his heart is always vaguely reminding him what the truth of this world is.

"You, do you know something?"

Zul could see from Dasa's eyes the worries buried in his heart. It seemed that his friend also had some deep secrets.

"A part of it, about our world, about the future of our Zandalari tribe. Some things, I have to find someone to talk about, and let it out to make me feel better."

Dasa looked at his friend and regained his composure.

"Speak, then, and I'll listen."

After Zuer finished speaking, he looked at the other party, thinking about what he was going to say.

"I'll come back and tell you after my hunting challenge is over. Go, go! Go home!"

Dasa sorted out his mood, thought for a while and decided that it is better to wait. It is still a bit early to tell Zuer about the legends of ghosts and ghosts. The legends of the gods and titans are not good.

"You bastard! It's annoying to stop talking halfway!"

Zul protested dissatisfied.

After another five days of walking, the group finally returned to the village of the Zandalari tribe from the Loa Garden of Gods.

Because of the surge in the number of people, Lana had to unseal the hidden village that was once used for refuge as a resettlement point for the new population, but even so, the houses of the Zandalari tribe were still not enough to live in.

A large number of new houses are being urgently added, which also made Dasa see the tribal villages that are now like a large construction site after returning with a large army.

"Chief! Wu! You are welcome to return safely. Is the decision to move the tribe northward true?"

Lana stood at the new gate of the village to welcome the returning crowd.

"We will talk about this matter at the meeting later. Lana, please settle these new clansmen. I have something to do, so I will go to the experimental workshop first."

Dasa said that he handed over the brigade personnel he brought back to Lana, and he hurriedly headed for his own experimental workshop in the tribe with his luggage on his back.

Lana just nodded and said yes, and then started to settle the newcomers with ease.

Kula also assisted Lana to arrange these trolls together.

As the witch of the tribe, Zuer rushed to the altar built next to the campfire square in the tribe as soon as he returned safely.

He wants to discuss with Rezan and Gani about the hunting challenge.

Pushing open the wooden door polished with rough planks, Dasa returned to his experimental workshop.

"Now is the time to check whether these ores are what I want."

Dasa's expression gradually became agitated. The ore he exchanged from the troll merchant was probably cassiterite.

Although copper weapons are better than stone and bone weapons, they are not durable enough.

Dasa hopes that he can upgrade his copper weapons to copper alloy weapons as soon as possible. The most representative copper alloy is bronze!
And now, the appearance of these cassiterites provides him with the possibility to realize this hope.

With the burning of the furnace, the ore in the pottery crucible gradually melted, and the impurities precipitated were skimmed out by Dasa with a pottery spoon, quietly watching the molten metal in the crucible.

Finally, after cleaning up the impurities, he carefully took the crucible out of the furnace with a pair of red copper pliers, and poured the metal solution inside into the prepared square mold.

"It seems that my guess is correct!"

When the molten metal in the mold had cooled down and shone silver-white in the sunlight, the corners of Dasa's mouth almost reached his ears.

After reaching out to remove the metal block from the mold, this soft silver-white metal helped him to confirm his guess even more.

There is nothing wrong with being tin!

Next, I should try to recast his two weapons!
Since he was going to hunt in the depths of Nazmir, no guy with one hand could increase his hunting success rate.

It can also ensure that he survives more hopefully in a perilous situation.

The recasting work can be handed over to the goldsmiths in the tribe, who are responsible for the proportion of alloys. As the chief of the tribe, Dasa doesn't have so much time to spend on researching metal alloys.

A meeting about the tribe's northward move is about to begin.

On the bonfire square, in front of the altar of the Loa gods, Dasa, as the chief of the Zandalari tribe, officially held this meeting about the tribe's new move to the north.

"I think everyone here knows about this, and now, I want to hear your opinions."

Dasa sat on the main seat under the altar and looked around at several people.

"Chief, I don't understand the reason why we have to move north this time. It's closer to the hometown of those white ghosts in Nazmir, isn't it?!"

Lana first raised her own doubts. She is the last tribal administrator who wants the tribe to move north.

"The reason for moving north is simple. The current environment of the tribe can no longer support such a large population. We need to open up a new living space."

Dasa glanced at several people present, and said slowly.

"Can't we continue to open up wasteland? There are still many places where we can open up wasteland and then come to farm."

Kula also didn't understand why Dasa insisted on moving north. She didn't think that the current tribal environment couldn't support the population of the Zandalari tribe.

"Kura, have you noticed the terrain of our village? Here are mountains, not even hills. It takes time and effort to cultivate and farm here, and it will cause serious damage to the entire living environment!"

Dasa stared at Kula, telling her the possible consequences of clearing these forests now.

"Chief, I don't believe the reason you said, you should have other considerations."

Karaman, the current hunting party leader of the Zandalari tribe, looked at Dasa with a frown. He didn't believe this reason.

"Dasa, tell us what you really think."

Zul looked at his friend with a calm expression. Last night he did another divination for the Zandalari tribe. He wanted to see what the future would be if Dasa insisted on moving the tribe north.

It turned out to be a fog, and he couldn't see clearly.

But in his sleep, he once again saw the scene that had appeared before.

Among the mountains, there is a golden city built on the top of the mountain, and living in the golden city are some tall trolls who wear gold and silver and look extremely rich.

And they all saluted the handsome troll in golden armor at the top of the mountain.

The king of that troll is none other than Dasa.

This time, he finally saw the blurry picture clearly, but after seeing it clearly, he was even more confused about the future of the tribe.

"The blood troll invaded the south again and again, destroying our homeland and killing our relatives. Should we just let them go like this? Like a mouse in a burrow waiting to die in the soil every time?!"

Dasa was silent for a moment and gradually became emotional. His words also reminded several people present of the homeland defense battle that happened almost three months ago.

All the trolls in the Zandalari tribe have a grudge against those blood trolls, and each troll has a blood relative who died at the hands of the other. This is an endless hatred.

"will not!"

Karaman was also agitated by Dasa's words, and he clenched his fists and stood up.

"We want revenge! We want revenge for those enemies who killed our relatives! Moving north to the edge of Nazmir is not only to open up a new homeland for the future of the tribe, but also to completely eliminate the believers of evil gods entrenched there! More To avenge those victims!"

Dasa's eyes seemed to be erupting with anger called revenge at this moment. He was never a person who held grudges, because he avenged revenge on the spot.

Unless there is some hatred that cannot be reported on the spot, in that case, Dasa will write it down, and will write it down deeply until the day he succeeds in revenge.

Looking at the clansmen who were getting emotional because of his words, Dasa knew that his mobilization work was completed.

The next step is to arrange serious tasks, and there is not much time left for them.

　PS: There will be some new changes in the plot, I hope all readers and readers will be satisfied.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)