Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 33 Echo's Action

After hearing the conversation between Dasa and Sirik, Sherlock left the cave very tactfully. It is better for him not to inquire about some things out of curiosity, because some curiosity may kill him.

He hasn't had enough yet!
"Okay, your believer has left, you can talk about it, Sirik."

Dasa sat cross-legged on the ground after seeing Sirock leave, and he didn't mean to treat himself as an outsider at all.

"Um, uh, uh."

Sirik looked at Dasa with a tangled face, this was the first mortal he saw who behaved so calmly in front of Him, without any worry or embarrassment.

"Do you want to say it? If you don't say it, I can leave, and the transaction between us will not be done."

Dasa looked at the hesitant Sirik, and couldn't help but feel a little irritated in his heart. These demigods of the wilderness are really not very reliable, and they will deal with things because of their own likes and dislikes, which is too emotional.

"Okay, okay! Mortal, but you have to promise me that you will not spread this matter."

Claws on Sirik's retracted batwing scratched at the fur of his face, finally staring at Dasa.

"Of course, that's part of the deal, and if you're really having trouble, maybe I can give you a hand."

Daza folded his hands on his chest and straightened his back, looking straight at Sirik.

"I had a little conflict with that guy Paku. I left the Zandalar Mountains in a moment of anger and came to this Nazmir forest. I don't want to go back to the Zandalar Mountains because of that guy Paku There too."

As soon as Sirik mentioned Pa'ku, his face collapsed.

"Paku? What's the little conflict between you and him?"

Dasa didn't realize that it was Paku who had conflicts with Sirik, and it was precisely because of this conflict that Sirik preferred to stay in the Nazmir Forest rather than return to the Zandalar Mountains.

"Yes, there is a conflict about the contention for the priesthood of the Lord of the Sky."

Sirik got serious when he talked about it.

"What the hell?! You demigods of the wilderness, didn't you help mortals out of interest? Why do you fight for titles given to you by mortals?!"

Dasa was stunned by Sirik's words. This kind of contradictory reason, which seemed to him like children fighting for candy, was also the reason why the demigod of the wilderness sulked and did not return to the Zandalari mountains.

"What are you talking about?! Isn't this title the recognition you mortals have for us? I can fly, and so can that Pa'ku, but I prefer to fly at night. Most of you mortals can fly." Just can't see me.

That fellow Paku happens to be active during the day, once he flies, all of you mortals can see it!Just because of this, he is the Lord of the sky? ! "

Sirik didn't expect Daza to rely on the conflict between him and Pa'ku so much.

"Okay, fine! I can think of a way to help you with this matter, isn't it just a title? I'll help you find Paku, talk to him, and let you forget this title."

Daza covered his face with his hands and let out a long sigh.

Sure enough, my attitude towards these wilderness demigods was correct from the very beginning.

Fear their strength, and stay away from them.

Now it seems that I have to change it again, I can't stay away from them, I have to pay attention to them and study them.

God knows whether these big beasts with demigod power will one day clash because of some overly emotional things, and finally severely damage the homes of themselves and others.

"What is letting! Uh, oh? You, a mortal, still have such abilities? I don't believe it."

Sirik looked at Dasa suspiciously, he didn't believe Dasa could solve this matter.

After all, this incident caused him to have a fight with Paku in the sky above the mountains of Zandalar. After he lost the fight, he flew to Nazmir to settle down in desperation.

"Do you want to make a bet? Just bet that I can help you get that title from Pa'ku."

Dasa folded his hands on his chest and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"What's the stake?"

Sirik scratched his face with his paws and looked at Dasa.

"If I lose, you have the final say for the rest of my life, but if I win, you have to obediently return to the Zandalar Mountains. How about it?"

Dasa pointed at himself first, and then at the other party.

While chatting with Sirik, he kept reminiscing about this Bat Loa.In the plot of the previous life, this unlucky guy was infected by G'huun who was imprisoned in Odir because he stayed in the Nazmir area, and became the opponent's puppet, and was finally killed by the footmen.

He is so weak that he doesn't even have the qualifications to enter the capital.

Now looking at his cute face with wide-eared bats, pull it as much as you can.

"Okay."

Sirik thought for a moment and agreed to the bet.

After the two settled the matter, Dasa continued to ask Sirik about the Echo Tribe.

"Well, according to the news from my family members, there are about [-] mortals under my protection now."

Sirik thought for a while, and then gave Dasa some general information about the Echo Tribe.

"Eight hundred people?! How come there are so many?!"

Dasa was taken aback by this number. He originally thought that Nazmir would have a population of 300, but he never expected that there are more than 800 trolls now.

"I haven't counted it specifically, after all, who bothers to count the fruit on a tree. Do you have any ideas?"

Sirik looked at Daza and asked.

"First of all, I need more specific information about the Echo Tribe. Shirok! Come in! As a witch of the tribe! It's time for you to work!"

As Dasa said, he took out a blank standard mud tablet from his carrying bag. It had become a little bent due to the previous battle, but it didn't matter, it could be restored to its original shape after soaking it in water.

Hearok heard Dasa's words and ran in happily. He knew that the warrior had agreed to become the chief of their Echo Tribe.

"You contact those trolls who are sheltered by Sirik, and give me their statistics, what? You don't understand what is statistics? It is the number, age, male or female of those trolls, can you Record all the battles for me; this matter is related to our subsequent evacuation operations!"

While Daza was explaining, he stuffed the clay tablet in Xilock's hand and asked him to record the information on the clay tablet.

"I see. So, chief, where are you going?"

Sherlock nodded, and asked about Dasa again.

"Since we are going to evacuate, then I have to find a way for us to evacuate. You don't want us to walk halfway and end up in the lair of those blood trolls, do you?! Don't worry, since I promised you, I won't let you go!" Will run away by himself. Gone."

As Dasa said, he got up and left the cave, leaving Sirik and Sirock, the bat-troll, looking at each other.

When Dasa walked out of the inner cave, he realized how hidden the hiding place he was in, and the outside of the cave was still a cave.

The environment here is very similar to the mountain cave where Ghani sheltered the troll refugees back then, and they are all caves.

Without someone to lead the way, he would get lost in this kind of terrain alone.

"Chief, let me show you the way."

Just when Dasa was worried about looking at the winding road ahead, Sirock came out from inside, and he was going to the cave where the altar was.

"Oh, that's right, just help me lead the way. By the way, when you brought me back last night, did you see two metal weapons, a short spear and a sword?"

Daza remembered his weapons at this time, and those two weapons were still very important to him now.

"No, we just brought you back. Because many blood trolls died in that place, we were worried that other blood trolls who rushed over would find us. We didn't have time to search, so we took you away quickly. gone."

Only at this time did Sirock realize that Dasa still had weapons left there, but it would be very dangerous for them to go to that area now.

Those blood trolls must still be hunting that area for Dasa who killed so many of their people.

"Well, it's a pity. However, as long as I'm still alive, it's fine, not to mention having so many of your clansmen on hand now."

Daza was quite prepared for the loss of the weapon and he could not get it back, so he just sighed a few words.

Under the leadership of Sirock, Dasa successfully walked out of the cave, and the sun shone on him again. His eyes, which had adapted to the dark environment, couldn't open when facing the sun.

It took a long time before he re-adapted to the current lighting environment, and he was able to see clearly the appearance of this witch from the Echo Tribe.

"What happened to your eyes?!"

Daza looked at the blind Sherlock and asked.

"Well, this is just a ritual I performed myself in order to become Lord Sirik's priest. Don't worry, I can see the surrounding environment at a glance even if I am blind."

Shirok could feel Dasa's concern for him.

"Sirik asked you to do this? I'll go and talk to him!"

When Dasa heard this, he suddenly became angry. In his opinion, this kind of practice is already a cult!
"No, no, no! This matter has nothing to do with Sir Sirik, I did it myself, and I did it to show my piety to the other party."

Sherlock hurriedly hugged Dasa who wanted to trouble Sirik and said in a low voice.

"Okay, anyway, the matter has passed, and I won't pursue it. However, this kind of thing will never be allowed to happen again in the future! In order to show my devotion to Loa, I will not hesitate to kill myself! This is a bad habit! A barbaric act! Must be banned!"

Dasa stared sternly at Xilock's eyes that were tied with cloth strips.

"Yes, yes, Chief, you are right."

Sherlock repeatedly said yes.

The two parted at the entrance of the cave. Dasa went to scout a suitable way to retreat back to the mountains of Zandalar, while Sherlock contacted the other trolls of the Echo Tribe and told them that there was finally a suitable troll in his tribe. the sheikh.

The chieftain would lead them out of Nazmir and back into the Zandalar Mountains.

The news spread throughout the forest of Nazmir along with Sirik's followers, and the trolls of the Echo Tribe hiding in the forest all received the good news.

"Great! Our new chief is finally born!"

In a hidden tree hole, Clara said happily to Manco who was lying deep in the tree hole and covered with herbs.

"New chief? So you are finally going back to your tribe? It's okay, you go back, don't worry about me."

Manco looked very weak, he struggled to sit up, but was quickly supported by Clara.

"Let's go to the assembly point together, I can't give you up here. Those blood trolls won't let you go."

Clara looked at Manco with concern.

"Heh, I'm the chief of the Claw Tribe, Lord Gongke will protect me, I don't need you to worry about it."

There were bursts of tingling pain from the Manco ninja's waist, and his expression became more ferocious when he talked about the blood troll.

"That's right, the mighty Chief Manco, don't you want me, a woman from the Echo Tribe, to save me in the end. I said, you, I'm in love with you. I won't let you go. Wherever I go, you have to Where to follow."

Clara didn't care about Manco's words, and checked his wound while talking, and after reapplying the medicine, set up the man and carefully walked out of the hidden tree hole.

As the chief of the Claw Tribe, Manco's combat ability is naturally not weak. He has the blessing and protection of Gonk, and as soon as he entered the Nazmir Forest, he chatted with a group of velociraptors living here. .

Relying on this pack of velociraptors, Manco went on a frenzied hunt for every blood troll he could find.

But his good fortune didn't last a day.

Because he and Dasa's directional hunting attracted the attention of the blood mistress in this area, Manco's luck was a little worse than Daza's. When he attacked a blood troll camp at night, he was killed The blood mistress, who had prepared in advance, and her four blood priests and nearly fifty blood hunters were surrounded.

With the help of that group of velociraptors, Manco was able to break out of the encirclement by chance, but the price he paid was extremely heavy. The group of velociraptors was completely wiped out, and he himself was hit by the blood priest's spell.

At the last moment, the troll woman named Clara descended from the shadows and saved him.

The three blood hunters who took advantage of his weakness and pursued him all died in the hands of this woman.

"You crazy woman! Where are you taking me?! It's daytime now, and your Loa can't protect you at this time!"

Manco cursed in a low voice, while vigilantly watching the changes in the surrounding environment.

"Master Sirik gave us a meeting point. It's quite a long way from here. We have to start early, and we have to walk faster on the road. You just hold on, Chief Claw."

Clara supported Manco, but her movements were not slow at all.

In this rugged forest, all the trolls of the Echo Tribe are marching silently, and they are all heading towards the assembly point.

At this moment, they have only one belief, that is to leave Nazmir and return to the mountains of Zandalari.

　PS: Tuesday is the last day of this month.Well, give me a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)