Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 32 The Shelter of the Shadow

Daza woke up from the exhausted slumber, he slowly opened his eyes, only to find that there was still darkness in front of his eyes, as if his eyes were still closed.He froze for a moment, then his eyes regained focus.

Oh, it turned out that it was because I was in a cave with no light so it looked so dark.

"Unknown ceiling."

Dasa relaxed and was in a daze, and then he suddenly recalled what happened before he fell asleep.

He should still be fighting the blood trolls at that time.

Thinking of this, he suddenly jumped up from the straw mat on the ground, and after confirming that he was not restrained in any way, he became puzzled.

Who put him in such a cave?
"Ah, it seems that you have woken up. Unknown warrior."

Shirok just walked into this cave at this time, and confirmed the news that Dasa had awakened through his special hearing.

"Who are you? You brought me here?"

Because the cave was too dark, Dasa tried very hard to see the opponent's face clearly, but he couldn't do it at all.

"My name is Sherlock, of the Echo Tribe. Hello, Champion."

Xilock said and walked in front of Dasa, and he handed him the wooden cup in his hand.

"What is this? Aren't you blood trolls?"

Dasa took the wooden cup from the other party and asked about the liquid contained in it. No one deteriorated the taste, just like ordinary water.

"No, we are not blood trolls, they are our enemies. About the Echo Tribe, about our origin, this is a long story; warrior, you can drink some water and listen to me slowly."

Xilock sat cross-legged in front of Dasa, wanting to signal Dasa to sit down, but worried that the other party would not be able to see his movements clearly in this dark environment, so he reminded him aloud.

"Is there actually a group of troll tribes in the forest of Nazmir who don't believe in the blood god? It's really interesting."

Dasa didn't suspect him, and drank the water in the glass in one gulp, he was really thirsty.

The reason why I believed Xilock's words was very simple. If the other party wanted my own life, there was no need to pick me up from that wilderness battlefield at all.

Seeing Dasa's actions, Xilock recognized Dasa even more in his heart.

He is a bold guy, courageous, powerful, and bold, and he is indeed qualified to assume the position of chief of his tribe.

The origin of the Echo Tribe is actually not long. The trolls in these tribes originally lived in the mountains of Zandalar. Every time the blood trolls invaded south, they would come from the mountains of Zandalar. Captured a large number of trolls.

Most of them will be killed as sacrifices and food on the return journey of the blood trolls. Among them, the strong ones will be regarded as good sacrifices by the blood priests and plan to bring them back to Naruto. Zmir was at the ancient altar where he would be sacrificed to the blood god.

Not all the captive trolls were willing to kill them. Some of them escaped, but in the Nazmir forest, far away from their home and in the hometown of the blood trolls, their journey home was undoubtedly a joyous experience. A journey of narrow escapes.

Not to mention, those blood hunters would hunt them down, but even the beasts living in the Nazmir forest could kill them at any time.

It can be said that whenever night falls in Nazmir, those trolls who escaped by chance will experience a night of fear alone in the forest.

Until, these poor people saw a loa living in this forest.

Night Lord, Night Lord, Sky Lord, Bat Loa.

sirik.

The bat loa took the initiative to protect these poor trolls and gathered them from all over Nazmir. These poor trolls who lost their homes and everything survived with Sirik's help. The trolls who came down called themselves the Echo Tribe.

Every time, before and after the blood trolls of Nazmir invaded south, they would organize to attack the various small strongholds of the blood troll tribe, or attack the blood hunters who were escorting the captives.

"It's really an amazing story. It's really amazing that you can gain a firm foothold in the forest of Nazmir, fight those blood lunatics, and compete for living space."

Dasa clapped his hands after patiently listening to Shirok's story.

"Standing our feet, you're so awesome. In fact, we're just lingering after the blood hunters. We want to go back to the Zandalar Mountains. We want to go back to where we came from."

Sirocco spoke to Dasa the feelings of all members of their Echo Tribe.

"Oh, then you just set off and go back. I think you have the protection of a loa. If you want to leave the Nazmir Forest and return to the Zandalar Mountains, it is still very easy."

Dasa didn't know why the other party told him this. In his opinion, since this tribe was protected by the Loa gods, there must be no problem with self-protection.

Besides, he remembered that the bat loa's fighting power wasn't too weak.

"It can't be done, warrior; only in this matter will Lord Sirik not help us."

Sherlock said in a depressed tone.

The loa was unwilling to help the Echo Tribe leave the Nazmir Forest and head south to the Zandalar Mountains.

As for the reason, Sherlock and the others don't know either.

"How many trolls are there in the Echo Tribe?"

Dasa did not continue to ask why Sirik was unwilling to help them leave the Nazmir Forest, but first talked about the confidence of this so-called Echo Tribe.

"It's scattered all over the Nazmir Forest, and I haven't counted them."

Sirock couldn't answer Dasa's question. He had never counted the current population of the Echo Tribe.

Anyway, the communication between them all depends on Sirik's family bat, as long as they make sure that the other party is still alive.

"Have you not counted it? Then, how many are there? Have you always calculated this?"

Dasa was very dissatisfied with this answer, but he soon felt relieved. This Echo Tribe was not his tribe, so why was he in a hurry?
However, in order to survive, he chose to break up into pieces in the depths of the forest and rely on the relatives of the Loa gods to communicate, which was really beyond his expectations.

"I haven't estimated this either."

Sherlock lowered his head as he spoke. Dasa's two questions made him seem to know nothing about the development of the entire Echo Tribe.

"Phew~ well, thank you for saving me. But, I have to go; I'm actually in a hunting game, and I don't know how much my opponent has gained while I've been asleep, but I have to hurry up."

Dasa had already lost the mood to continue chatting with the other party. He felt that the other party might be a marginal figure in their tribe, the kind who didn't know the details of the tribe he was in.

In this case, he will never continue to ask the other party for any news.

"Wait! Warrior, our tribe needs you to lead! Please also be the chief of our tribe! Lead us back to the mountains of Zandalar."

Seeing that Dasa was about to leave, Shirok immediately told the real reason why they rescued him.

"What the hell?!"

Dasa was stunned when he heard this.

On the one hand, he went north to the Nazmir forest to hunt, and on the other hand, he was investigating the situation in this forest, trying to find out as much information about the blood troll as possible.

He never thought that he could become the chief of a tribe living in this forest after entering Nazmir.

"Yes, warrior! Please also become our chief! Lead us, leave Nazmir, and return to the mountains of Zandalar!"

Sherlock knelt in front of Dasa, he almost hugged Dasa's thigh.

During this period of time, Dasa's vision had already begun to adapt to the dim light in the dark cave, and he could vaguely see the figure of Sherlock.

"This kind of thing, you can do it yourself. Even without the help of Bat Loa, if you can escape from the hands of those blood trolls, you will definitely be able to escape from Nazmir alive."

Dasa doesn't want to be a hot potato. His main task now is to win the challenge, let his Zandalari tribe annex the Talon tribe, and then further integrate the troll tribes in the entire Zandalari mountains.

In the end, they headed north and went deep into the Nazmir region to fight head-on with the blood trolls living in this forest.

If he had known about the Echo Tribe at that time, he would have gladly accepted this troll tribe.

But now, it's too early.

He didn't think he could lead this unknown troll tribe out of the Nazmir Forest under the current situation where he was in danger, and brought them back to the Zandalar Mountains safely.

He was active in the forest of Nazmir alone, harassing those blood trolls. At most, the other party would send out some blood priests and their blood hunters, and at the top of the sky, they would be the blood mistress and their hunters.

But if he really led a whole tribe of trolls to move in the Nazmir forest, then it would be hard to say what kind of blood troll attack they would face.

He can fight and run alone, but his actions are important; but if he really becomes the chief of such an Echo tribe, with so many tribesmen, can he still run at any time?

Can he leave these poor people behind?
He thought he couldn't do it.

Knowing that he might not be able to do it, he might as well not accept such a thing in the first place.

"Warriors, we are a group of mortals who don't know the slightest bit of magic. How could we be the opponents of those blood trolls who master the mysterious blood magic! Please, please lead us!"

Shirok continued to plead with Dasa, the reason why he acted like this was because he had no other choice.

"You'd better think about this kind of thing and ask other people in your tribe what they think."

Daza felt a headache when facing a guy like Sirocco, and dealing with such people was the worst thing he was good at.

He is a person who eats soft but not tough, he will act tougher than him when facing someone stronger than him, but when he faces someone weaker than him, he really can't get tougher.

Not to mention, when the other party behaved weaker than he imagined.

"Interesting mortal, are you really going to leave these guys behind?"

Just when the conversation between the two fell to a deadlock, Sirik's voice echoed in this not-so-empty cave.

"who is it?!"

After Dasa heard the voice suddenly, he suddenly became vigilant.

"Master Sirik!"

Sherlock immediately recognized the owner of the voice.

"Bat demigod, Sirik?"

Dasa was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he would just chat with this troll from the Echo Tribe, and the other party would also appear.

"Your name is Dasa, right? I have witnessed your actions and deeds in the Nazmir Forest. You are indeed very good at fighting. At least among these mortals, you are already considered good at fighting."

Sirik's vision appeared in front of Dasa.

It was only at this time that Daza saw the appearance of the other party clearly, which was very different from the hideous appearance in the game he remembered.

The fluffy face of a bat with big ears doesn't look scary, but rather cute.

His body is not the kind of anthropomorphic shape with bat wings on his back, but an enlarged version of a big bat.

"Sirik, your appearance is really different from what I imagined."

Daza looked at Sirik for a long time before he expressed his evaluation.

"What? What do you imagine me to be like?"

Sirik crawled up in front of Dasa, tilting his head to look at him.

"The appearance is much more ferocious than now, but you look good like this. Since you are their loa, then please tell them that I, an outsider, really cannot become their chief."

Dasa didn't intend to dwell on Sirik's appearance for too long, he expressed his thoughts to Sirik.

"Ah, I understand. Hey, Shirok. This guy you are optimistic about is not going to be your chief. So, kid. Since you don't plan to be their chief, I can naturally give up their protection, right? "

Sirik's words stunned both Dasa and Sirock.

"Master Sirik! Don't abandon us!"

Sherlock really wants to hug the opponent's thigh at this moment, although the thigh of the bat is very thin.

"Sirik, what do you mean?"

Dasa frowned.

"You mortals of the same race can give up each other, so as a demigod of the wilderness, I want to do something of my own, so what's the problem with giving up you mortals?"

Sirik looked at Daza as a matter of course, and he didn't pay attention to Sirock any more.

"Are you forcing me to stay and become their chief? This kind of approach is a bit low for the demigods of the wilderness."

Daza frowned at Sirik. "Persecution? No, no, no, if you really don't want to care about these mortals who saved your life, you will leave this cave now and won't talk too much nonsense to me."

Sirik stared fixedly at Daza.

"You really think I dare not leave?"

Dasa stepped out of the cave as he spoke, but soon stopped.

"Look, kid. What I said, admit it, you can't worry about these mortals who saved your life. If I really want to abandon them, you will take the initiative to gather these guys together."

Sirik said slowly and walked to Dasa's side, with the huge bat wings resting on his shoulders.

"It's fine for me to be their chieftain. You have to tell me why you don't want to go to the mountains of Zandalar with them."

After Daza finished speaking, he saw Sirik's expression visibly collapsed.

This bat god really has some hidden stories.

　PS: It's Monday, and I have to go to work again, so tired.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)