Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 27

The Zandalar tribe, a large tribe with a population of more than a thousand, is currently busy moving north to build a new residence.

"Leave some hunters guarding the village, children and old people stay here, how many other young people are willing to move north with us?"

Dasa stood under the altar in front of the bonfire square, looking at the busy clansmen in full swing, and asked Lana who came to report.

"Almost all, Chief, since your meeting that day, all the clansmen have mobilized. Everyone wants to go north to avenge the blood trolls who slaughtered our loved ones."

While speaking, Lana handed a clay tablet to Dasa.

Dasa took the clay tablet, looked at it, and then returned it to Lana.

"The northward move this time is just to establish an early pioneering point there. The first batch of people going there does not need to be too many, and 30 to [-] people are enough."

Dasa looked at a group of troll hunters who were packing their luggage.

"Two or 30 people, isn't that too small?"

Lana was a little worried that too few people would be able to resist the blood troll invasion from the direction of Nazmir.

"As a warning post, so many people are enough. If there are too many people in the first batch, the problem of food will be very troublesome. It is not a short distance from here to the border of Nazmir."

Dasa never thought of moving all the Zandalari tribes to the border area near Nazmir. He planned to use it as a special military fortress, which could not only exercise the combat capabilities of the Zandalar troops, but also serve as a defense for the rear. The Zandalari Village offers an early warning.

"Food concerns? Well, you are right, so do the clansmen going there need to get new tools and weapons?"

When Lana said this, she looked in the direction of the smelting field.

When Dasa and Zul took people to participate in the great assembly, the goldsmiths of the Zandalari tribe successfully learned the basic copper smelting and forging technology taught by Dasa.

Relying on his own exploration and experimentation, he smelted all those copper ores into red copper, and cast them into tools and weapons for pioneering.

"Since it is on the border of Nazmir, it is natural to prepare the most convenient tools. Prepare the best armor shields and weapons for those pioneers."

Dasa agreed to Lana's proposal without hesitation.

When the two were discussing the arrangements for the first batch of personnel moving north, Karaman came before Dasa.

He held a longbow about three meters long in his hand.

"Chief! Our latest attempt at the bow has succeeded! Come and see!"

Karaman said and handed the big bow in his hand to Dasa.

"Huo, this bow is really big enough."

Dasa looked at this big longbow that surpassed his height. The string of this bow was made of a kind of dinosaur tendon.

He didn't reach out to pull the bow, but held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. After looking at it repeatedly, he returned the bow to Karaman.

"Chief, are you not satisfied with this bow?"

Karaman was a little puzzled.

"It's a good thing, but it's a pity that it's not suitable for fighting in dense forests, especially in the jungles of the Zandalar Mountains. This bow is not so flexible. It would be great if it could be shorter."

Dasa evaluated this longbow based on his hunting experience.

"Well, you are right, Chief. The bow is indeed too long."

After Karaman said this through Dasa, he also saw the limitation of this big bow affected by the terrain.

"However, this kind of big bow will definitely be used when we are in the new village on the border of Nazmir in the future."

Dasa stroked his chin while looking at the big bow.

Judging from the location of the villages of the Horn Tribe and the Thunder Tribe, there is still a slightly sparsely forested plain area between the Zandalar Mountains and the forest of Nazmir.

Crucially, that region has a great river that divides Nazmir from the Zandalar Mountains.

There are also large rivers in the plains.

From Dasa's point of view, it is undoubtedly an excellent point of civilization development. As long as he can completely eliminate the threat from the northern Nazmir region, he will have the confidence to unify the entire tribe of trolls.

Lana and Karaman left after reporting to Dasa and receiving new tasks, while Dasa continued to stand here watching the busy clansmen in the village.

"Dasa, based on the information we collected at the rally and part of the map, I have drawn a large map of this area."

At this time, Zuer came over with a bundle of animal skins on his back, and threw the bundle of animal skins behind him on the ground in front of Dasa.

As the animal skin unfolded, a map drawn on it gradually unfolded in front of Dasa.

This map does not have any reference points or scales at all, it is very rough, and it only shows what is in that area, but such an extremely rough map is very important for the Zandalari tribe in this era. How important it is.

"It's been hard work, Zul."

Daza lay down in front of the map, carefully looked at the map with his eyes, and thanked Zuer who was standing beside him repeatedly while looking at it.

As the only "cultural person" in the tribe, Dasa never asked Zuer to do some productive work. The task he gave to the other party was to do some mysterious research and cultural development.

This detailed map of part of the Zandalar Mountains is the work that the other party has just completed recently.

During the big rally, Zuul began to collect information while drawing the big map.

"I have marked the discovery points of many strange stones on it, and this is what you requested."

Zuul didn't know much about ore smelting, but he still marked on this map one after another the ore spots discovered by unknown ores in response to Dasa's demand.

"Okay! You did a good job! Zul!"

Dasa looked at this map more and more like it, and the more he looked at it, the more excited he became.

Take a look at these resource points marked on the map. These resources will become a powerful boost to the rise of the Zandalari tribe in the future.

The development and application of metals is extremely important to the development of a civilization.

"Would you like to drink some of this new drink? You bought it from that market. It tastes really good after you processed it as you said."

Seeing his excited friends, Zuer felt happy in his heart. Only he knew how much effort he had spent and how much effort he had wasted in drawing such a map.

While thinking, he took a clay pot from Kura who was following him, and after opening the leaves for sealing, a strange smell of baking appeared.

"Oh oh oh! Hot chocolate! You really tried it!"

Dasa asked about this familiar but slightly unfamiliar taste, glanced at the chocolate-colored liquid in the earthenware pot and looked at Zuer with a smile.

"This thing was made by Kula. She has an extraordinary talent in herbal medicine. Hey, hey! If you want to drink, I have a cup here!"

Before Zuer could finish speaking, Dasa picked up the clay pot to his mouth and began dreaming.

"Well, it's a bit bitter."

Dasa, who had only taken two sips, put down the clay pot, his face wrinkled because of this pot of bitter hot chocolate.

"I told you earlier, drink slowly. Kula, you should drink a little too, after all, you made it yourself."

Zul took the clay pot from Dasa and took out a few wooden cups from the leather bag behind him. The three trolls sat in front of this animal skin map and talked about the map while drinking hot cocoa. Utilization of online resource points.

On the second day after the mobilization meeting in Dasa, the first batch of pioneers who moved north to build new villages were selected.

A total of 25 trolls.

Their leader is Kik Chik.

"You guys have thought it through clearly, you just found someone, and you choose to move north to the border of Nazmir at this time, don't you regret it?"

Karaman looked at the list and found Kikchik.

"Haha, captain. I don't have any regrets. It's better to say that after I got my wife, I have nothing to regret in my life. The border of Nazmir is dangerous. Can it compare to the danger of going deep into Nazmir? Chief He's going to go deep there to hunt those white ghosts, I'm just going to guard the border, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Kikchik is not afraid, he is even a little eager to try.

"It's true for you to say that. If it weren't for the chief's bet that they can't bring people with them, I would like to go deep into the Nazmir region with him and go there to have a look."

After listening to Kikchik's words, Karaman also longed to go deep into Nazmir with Dasa, thinking about those white ghosts who killed his relatives and launched revenge.

Even if he died there, it was worth it.

"Are you ready? Come with me when you're done. Let's go to the Horn Tribe first, and then part ways there."

Dasa was wearing a short jacket made of linen, a pair of rough pants made of linen on his lower body, a bronze short sword, the first in the tribe, on his waist, and a bronze short sword on his back. Spear and a special round shield.

"Okay! Alright! We're fully prepared!"

Kikchik heard Dasa's voice and hurried back to the team.

Dazar and Zul were among the teams heading to the Horn Horde.The future internal management of the Zandalari tribe will be handed over to Lana and their interim council for discussion. If it doesn't work, Kula will go to Rezan and Ghani to find a solution.

A group of 27 people, Dasa and Zul rode on the backs of two Deinonychus and led the way to the village of the Horn Tribe.

It takes a full seven days to walk from the village of the Zandalari tribe to the village of the Horn tribe.

In this previous pioneering team of the Zandalari tribe, all the trolls were armed with bronze tools and weapons. They wore leather-wood composite armor on their bodies, and the shields in their hands were also leather-wood composite round shields. A pot of thirty red copper arrows and a three-meter-long bow were carried on their backs like their bronze spears.

When such a uniquely shaped team appeared in the eyes of the troll hunter who was in charge of supporting the sharp-horned tribe, the other party was stunned.

The bronze weapon was polished to a golden light, reflecting the dazzling light in the sun.

Wearing golden armor forged by the skilled craftsmen of the Zandalari tribe, Dasa led the procession; the sun shone on him like a god.

"Hey! You are the person sent by the Horn Tribe to pick us up. Don't be dazed, lead the way."

Kikchik looked at the blank guide and frowned.

"Ah, oh! Come with me, please."

The troll hunter quickly adjusted his state, and he turned around and led the advance team of the Zandalari tribe towards the village of the Horn tribe.

As he walked, he was still wondering what the development of the Zandalari tribe had become.

It is amazing that such an army that uses gold as a weapon can appear.

Under the leadership of the attracting troll, Dasa rode this Deinonychus slowly approaching the village of the Horned Tribe.

"Which tribe is that team from?!"

Yaval stood at the gate of the village, and he noticed in the distance this team that looked like a magic soldier, neatly arranged, with extremely sophisticated armor and weapons that were as dazzling as gold.

It's not easy to mess with at first glance.

"I don't know, people from the Talon tribe are almost here, maybe from the Zandalari tribe."

The tribal deputy on the side looked at Yaval with an uncertain look.

"They're getting closer."

Yaval can already see the leader of this army clearly.

Dasa didn't have the habit of wearing a helmet, and his golden armor didn't have a helmet either, so Yaval could easily recognize him.

"Chieftain of the Zandalar tribe, Dazar. Welcome to the Horn Tribe."

Yaval couldn't hide the shock in his heart. He never thought that the Zandalari army would be so powerful and neat.

After seeing such a team, Yaval's worries about the blood troll's southward invasion suddenly eased.

"Chief Yawar, it's been a while. How are you doing?"

Dasa turned over and jumped off the back of the Deinonychus, and walked up with a smile on his face.

"Not bad, let's go in and talk, Chief Manco and the others have arrived."

As Yaval said, he led Dasa quickly into the village belonging to their Horn Tribe. Kikchik led the pioneers and followed the troll to a specially prepared place for them. Settlement camp to rest.

Zul, under the leadership of the priests of the Horn Tribe, went to visit their tribe's patron loa god, Direhorn Tokali.

In a special large wooden house in the village of the Horn Tribe, Manko, the chief of the Claw Tribe, has been waiting here.

"Come on, Chief Manco, I kept you waiting. Chief Dasa is here."

As soon as Yaval met Manco, he brought Daza in, and then it was up to the two challengers to hunt.

Manco looked at Dasa in golden armor, and was taken aback for a moment, then he snorted again.

"The development of your Zandalari tribe seems to be doing well. With so much gold, you probably have a lot of food."

"There is really not much food, but if your Talon tribe is willing to merge with our Zandalari tribe, we don't have extra rations to ensure that you can survive this dry season smoothly."

Dasa noticed the change in the other party's expression. As the saying goes, a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle. After he put on such a golden armor, he could see the demeanor of a king through the reflection by the water.

"It's useless to say more, Chief Dasa. Let's start that hunting competition quickly. If I win this time, you will also give me this armor, as well as the weapon protection."

Manco was attracted by Dasa's equipment, and his greed made him want to get such a set of equipment from Daza.

"Okay, let's start now."

Daza smiled proudly, and looked at Yaval who was the neutral referee this time.

A hunting challenge that is about to go deep into the hinterland of Nazmir has begun.

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