Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 28 Entering the Hunting Area

There is still a long distance from the village of the Sharp Horn Tribe to Nazmir. In order to start the game as soon as possible, Roka of the Flying Wing Tribe kindly provided two pterodactyls, which will be Dasa and Manko The two were sent directly to the border area of ​​Nazmir.

"Don't worry, I will return safely. I will leave the construction of the tribe's new village north to you, Zuer."

While talking, Daza climbed onto the back of the huge pterodactyl.

"You can trust me with the things in the tribe, I will arrange everything, but you, Dasa, you must come back alive."

Zuul reached out and grabbed the rein of the pterodactyl, staring at Daza with a serious expression.

"Haha, of course! Who do you think I am? I am your chief! Just wait and hold a celebration banquet for me!"

Dasa smiled back at Zuul.

"Witch of the Zandalari tribe, you don't have to worry, your chief will bring him back safely. For Rezanloa's sake."

Although Manco is also riding a pterodactyl for the first time, his performance is much calmer than Dasa who is a little excited now. Gonk told him about Rezan not long ago, and Gonk himself admitted that in a simple battle He is not Rezan's opponent.

This kind of news made Manco have to restrain some small thoughts in his heart. He may look down on Dasa, but he will be polite to Zur, the priest of Rezanloa. The loa above Gonk.

"Ah, then thank Chief Manco for taking care of me."

Zuul responded with a smile after hearing this.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not that weak yet. Well, we're about to set off, Zuer, just wait for my good news!"

Dasa waved goodbye to Zul and the others, and drove towards Nazmir on the Deinocheirus.

The two huge pterodactyls gradually became smaller and smaller in the sky, flew farther and farther, and finally disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

"May the loas protect them."

Zul looked at Dasa and the others who had disappeared in the distance, and prayed in a low voice. Next, he should discuss the location of the Zandalari tribe's new village near Nazmir with Yawal of the Sharphorn tribe.

Sitting on the back of the pterodactyl, Dasa felt the changes in the airflow in the sky. This was the first time he felt the feeling of flying in the sky after he came to this world.

"It's a fun feeling, right?!"

Sitting in front of Dasa, the pterodactyl rider from the Flying Wing Tribe happily chatted with Dasa while driving the pterodactyl.

"Yeah, the feeling of the wind flowing through the body, and the special perspective overlooking the earth, I am very excited."

Dasa was excited at the moment, and he talked about his feelings without any concealment.

"Haha, then do you want to experience the hunting experience of our Flying Wing tribe? Hold on tight!"

The rider didn't wait for Dasa's consent after finishing speaking, he shook the rein in his hand, and let out a sound like the cry of a pterodactyl.

Daza suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness, and when he felt that he was about to be thrown out, he quickly clenched the rope connected to the rider's saddle in front of him.

Under the control of the rider, the pterodactyl entered the accelerated dive stage from level flight, and the rider showed off his stunts with his mount companion during this dive stage!

The flying action of swooping downwards in a spiral made Dasa, who had just experienced the feeling of flying in the sky, confused.

The weightlessness and dizziness caused by the spinning made Daza feel bad now.

On the other side, Manco also encountered the same thing as Dasa. Inspired by his companion, the pterodactyl rider who carried Chief Manco also began to show off the flying stunts of himself and his companion.

When the two pterodactyls flew to the preset area, the two trolls, Dasa and Manco, were dizzy, and climbed off the pterodactyls they were riding with weak legs and feet.

"Ouch! Next time, next time don't let me catch you on the ground! Bastard!"

Manco hugged a tree and spat violently, threatening the pterodactyl rider who brought him over as he spat.

"Hey, save your energy, our hunt has already begun, Chief Manco. Ugh!"

While watching Manco hugging a tree and spitting violently, Daza wanted to say something sarcastic, but before he finished speaking, he also found a tree and vomited.

Fortunately, the physical fitness of the two chiefs is good, and it didn't take long for the two of them to readjust their state.

Now, it's time to go.

Daza and Manco didn't say anything when they parted, and each chose a direction and walked down.

As for the two pterodactyl riders, after confirming that the two chiefs were fine and set off, they flew back to the Sharp Horn Tribe to report back.

Nazmir, the environment here is not like a large swamp after the explosion of the Well of Eternity caused the world to shatter and Deathwing's cataclysm.

Now Nazmir is more like a hilly virgin forest area.

None of the animals living here are to be trifled with.

After entering the forest, Dasa drew out the bronze sword that had been slung around his waist. While chopping the bushes in front of him, he carefully drove away the poisonous snakes living in the bushes through chopping movements. Bugs and ants.

As he walked, Daza judged the direction by observing the changes in the sunlight in the sky and the growth rings of the fallen trees along the way. His goal was to go north.

All the way north.

"Why is the canopy in front suddenly thinning? Is there a settlement of blood trolls?"

Dasa stood on a tall tree, looking at the environment in the distance.

This is Nazmir after all, every move of Dasa must be careful, because he may send himself to the Shadow Realm if he is not careful.

After scouting the situation ahead, Dasa slipped down the canopy, leaned on a branch of the big tree, adjusted his rest, and thought about the next arrangement.

It has been more than half of the morning since he went deep into Nazmir. Seeing that the sun is about to start to go west, his hunting has not started yet.

"It seems that the number of those blood trolls is not as many as I imagined?"

Dasa turned over and jumped off the tree, heading towards the area with sparse tree crowns ahead.

At first, he was worried that the number of blood trolls was tens to millions, but now it seems that there are not so many.

When he reached the place where the canopy was sparse, it was almost evening.

After getting closer and closer to that area, Dasa could finally see the situation in this area clearly. Just as he guessed in advance, this place is indeed a gathering point of blood trolls.

Although it was only dusk, the smoke in this settlement had already risen. Three or four crooked, pale-skinned blood trolls were sitting around the campfire, roasting the food on the campfire together.

"Good guy, I've been hungry for a whole day, but you guys are starting to eat. Heh, let me see what you guys are eating first."

Dasa smelled the slightly weird smell of barbecue, and walked cautiously through the bushes, but when he saw clearly what food these blood trolls were roasting, his appetite completely disappeared. It was replaced by anger.

Because that grilled meat is clearly a section of troll's thigh!

"Cannibalism! Damn, I should have thought of that!"

After seeing it clearly, Dasa cursed inwardly.

It is true that many tribes among the tribes of the trolls will cannibalize their own kind, but that is because those tribes suffered from famine.

But look at these blood trolls of Nazmir, these guys seem to have been feeding on other trolls of the same kind!

In Dasa's view, this kind of behavior is absolutely intolerable. The Zandalari tribe once experienced cannibalism due to famine, but this kind of thing was banned after Dasa became the chief of the tribe. up.

Some of the other tribes in the Zandalar Mountains, and few trolls would do that under normal circumstances.

Dasa didn't think about it any more, since these blood trolls don't regard themselves as a member of the trolls, but other trolls as food, then don't blame him for being cruel.

The last bit of empathy in my heart disappeared at this moment.

Surrounded by four blood trolls, this number is nothing more than a gap between the teeth for Dasa.

The short spear in his hand aimed at the farthest troll and threw it out. While throwing the bronze short spear in his hand, Dasa pulled out two throwing axes from his waist and threw them to the other two sides. Trolls on point.

After throwing the throwing axe, Daza then pulled out the bronze sword at his waist and jumped out of the bushes. The tip of the sword pierced the heart of the troll sitting by the campfire with his back facing him without hindrance.

All this happened too quickly, and it was found that the blood troll in Dasa was pierced through the chest by the spear thrown by the first blow, and was nailed to the ground, unable to struggle or speak.

The other two were directly chopped off by the flying axe and died on the spot.

The last guy killed by Dasa didn't figure out what happened all of a sudden until his death.

"Four, it's a good start, let's search their tents and see if there is anything useful."

Dasa was repairing the knife, chopped off the heads of the four trolls, cut off their left ears, and put them into the leather pouch for hanging around his waist.

After dealing with the enemy, he began to search for the spoils of this gathering point.

When the sun was setting and only the afterglow was left to illuminate the sky, the cursing Dasa got out of the last tent here.

"What a bunch of bastards! Except for the accessories related to the blood god, there is really nothing, right?! Those furs are all tattered and out of shape! I took them for nothing! I don't even have a map! Damn !"

Dasa left the blood troll gathering place cursing, and was about to continue northward, heading deeper into Nazmir.

Before leaving, Dasa took out a burning firewood from the bonfire, extinguished the burning flame, and used the carbonized part of it to draw a map on a prepared leather.

He drew all the markers along the way from his deep Nazmir to his current position on this leather, and a crude map was drawn.

Nazmir is not safe at night, if Dasa wants to rest, he had better find a suitable place to rest.

On the first night in Nazmir, Dasa did not rest well.

The lynxes, night sabers, velociraptors and even Archeopteryx in the forest were all active that night, and Dasa couldn't rest well because of these jungle cuties.

When the morning sun penetrated through the dense canopy and shone on the drowsy Dasa's face, he shook his drowsy head.

"Yawn~ It's morning. It's time to continue hunting."

Dasa turned over and jumped down from the branch of the tree that rested last night.

Although I don't know what the hunting results of the chief of the Claw tribe are, he has at least four ears now; he blindly guessed that the main range of activities of the blood trolls is still further north, and yesterday he attacked The gathering point of the blood trolls may be a sentry point for them to go south.

I found a relatively clear pool and touched my face twice with cold water to wake up. I found some state, and picked some berries from the bushes along the way in the morning. Although it is the dry season now, but in It is enough to find some food in this forest that is enough to satisfy one's own hunger.

While nibbling the sweet and sour berries in his hand, while holding the bronze sword to open up the road to continue northward, Dasa did not go northward aimlessly.

He was walking along the traces left by the beasts on the ground.

The blood troll group of cultists who believe in the blood god, all the slaughter is to offer sacrifices to their blood god. This kind of meaningless killing does great harm to the animals in the Nazmir forest. They will consciously stay away from the activity areas of those blood trolls.

Those animal blank areas that appear in the forest are likely to be the range of activities of the blood trolls.

Following such logical clues, Dasa's search soon yielded results.

"There are no signs of any animal activity here, so be careful."

Daza ate the last berry in his left hand in one gulp, then took off the round shield from behind, held it in his hand and became vigilant.

Just before taking a few steps cautiously, his pair of long ears suddenly moved, and there was a strange movement from the direction to the northwest of him. Dasa didn't hesitate to grab a vine beside him and tapped it twice. He ran up the nearest big tree and hid in the tree's canopy.

As the abnormal sound got closer, Dasa also recognized what the sound was.

footsteps!
The sound of trolls walking in the forest!
Daza was more careful to hide his voice. As the footsteps got closer, he also saw clearly the person coming below through the canopy that covered his figure.

A team led by a blood priest, a blood troll hunting team with a total of seven people.

"Oh, finally having some fun."

Daza stared at the group of blood trolls with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

His eyes were already red.

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