Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 42 New Development of the Tribe

Zandalar tribe, the area of ​​the village is getting bigger and bigger. Although Zul has ordered Lana to gradually move the members of the tribe to the northern plains, there are still many trolls living in the village of Gani and his followers. Help out and seek refuge with the Zandalari tribe.

"Yawn~ It's still comfortable to sleep on the bed at home."

Dasa sat up from the bed, stretched his waist and yawned, and pushed open the wooden window next to the bed to let the sunlight outside the window shine into the room.

Counting from the time he entered the Nazmir forest and started hunting until he evacuated there with the large army, he stayed in that forest for a total of twelve days. If he and Zul left the Zandalari village, then It has been more than thirty days since I left here.

"Chief, these are recent events. You said last night that you wanted me to come and tell you this morning."

Lana pushed the door in with a stack of dried clay boards, she completely ignored Dasa who just woke up and was tidying up the room.

"Lana, I hope you can knock on the door before you come to see me next time."

Dasa looked helplessly at the head of internal affairs.

"Wu told me that only in this way will you pay attention to some things that happened in the tribe."

Lana put the stack of clay tablets on Dasa's desk.

"Well, okay. Tell me briefly about the current situation of the tribe."

Daza poured some water out of the clay pot and washed his face in the wooden basin, and motioned for Lana to give a brief introduction.

"Okay, the number of people in our current tribe has increased again during this period of time. So far, the number has reached 520, but the vast majority of them are women, the elderly and underage children. The youth population is only about [-] people."

There was no need for Lana to open the clay tablet to report these data to Dasa, these were all data she had already memorized in her mind.

Dasa nodded, motioning for Lana to continue.

"Because of the gradual increase in the tribe's population, we have transferred more people to the northern border. At present, the second and third batches of pioneers have arrived at the northern border villages. There are more than [-] people in total. They are all young hunters. "

Lana continued to tell Dasa about the situation in the northern villages of the Zandalari tribe, which surprised Dasa.

"More than 200? Is this amount enough for them to eat?"

After tidying up the cleanliness of his room, Dasa quickly walked to the desk and sat down, at the same time motioning for Lana to sit down as well.

"In terms of food, although there are not as many prey in the plains as in the forest, they are all large prey. Whether it is a large lizard or a direhorn, they will be a good source of food. When counting this period of time, the villages will be transported there. A batch of grain, they can still guarantee to eat enough."

Lana knew how much Dasa cared about the tribe's food, so she told him about the situation in the northern village.

Dasa nodded. Before returning to the main station in the mountain, he followed Zuer and Kikchik to visit the northern village. The situation there was similar to what Lana reported.

"Because of the increase in population, the tribe has reclaimed another piece of farmland. With the help of the Direhorn and Thunder Lizard provided by the Horn Tribe and the Thunder Tribe, this time more land has been reclaimed and more food can be grown. gone."

Lana reported to Dasa again on the situation of farmland reclamation during this month.

"It's the dry season, there's not much to grow and eat, and there are mountains here, so let's put more farmland reclamation areas near the villages in the northern border, and then immigrate a group of women and half-aged children to the northern border." Border villages. That will be the main living area of ​​the tribe, and the forest environment has begun to restrict our development."

While talking, Dasa picked up a clay tablet from the desk and carefully read the things recorded on it.

These low-level administrators of the Zandalari tribe who were promoted by him and Zul wrote down the things and solutions they encountered during their work on these clay tablets, and asked the senior administrators to do it. Make judgments and make suggestions for improvement.

"The number of spinning machines and looms in the tribe has also increased to four during this period, but they still cannot meet the clothing needs of the entire Zandalari tribe."

When Lana said this, she noticed that Daza was looking up at her.

"What's the matter? Chief."

"This costume of yours, did you make it yourself?"

When Dasa heard about the loom, he remembered that he had already tried to make new clothes with linen in the tribe before he left. Now he looks at the short coat and skirt cut out of linen on Lana and feels pretty good Stylish.

Restricted by the fabric, Lana's short skirt can only cover her chest, while her abdomen is completely exposed, and the length of the short skirt only reaches the middle of her thighs.

Fortunately, the Zandalari Mountains have a tropical climate, so the extreme cold will not occur here.

This dress is enough here.

"Does it look good? We all think it's good."

Lana carefully looked at the clothes on her body after hearing what Dasa said.

"Well, just keep warm. This kind of clothes is still a bit cold at night. How is the situation at the smelting field? The group of white ghosts from the north may invade the south soon."

Dasa thought about the smelting field. The Zandalari tribe needed more metal weapons and armor made of metal to fight against the possible invasion of blood trolls to the south.

"The smelter said that he has gradually mastered the smelting method of new metals, and has also figured out the formula of using multiple metals to make weapons and armor. That is, the mining of ores cannot keep up. Most of our manpower They are all engaged in construction and farmland reclamation.”

Lana was a little blunt when talking about the smelting field. She didn't know anything about the manufacturing methods of those metal objects, and she didn't know anything about those ores.

"Lack of miners? Well, I see. Is there anything new to say? I'm leaving tomorrow for the Winged Tribe."

Dasa said and put down the clay tablets in his hand, and these two clay tablets have been read in the gap between the two of them talking.

There was nothing in it that he considered particularly important.

A series of previously announced plans and plans are proceeding in an orderly manner among the Zandalari tribe.

Now, wearing linen clothing and using bronze tools, the Zandalari trolls have gradually begun to enter a higher level of civilization.

But this is not enough.

Not enough, in this magical world, the real productive forces are those on the mysterious side.

And those things, all he can rely on now is Zul.

After Lana reported so many tribal situations to Dasa, she actually explained everything that happened in the tribe this month, and there was nothing more to report.

"It's been really hard for you during this time, but I'm sure that you will be busier in the future, and you will have more power in your hands. At that time, I hope you can stabilize the situation. Lana, you go to work on you first I'm going to go to Zul in a while."

Dasa waved his hand to indicate that Lana could leave, and he also stood up from behind the desk, ready to talk to Zul about his knowledge exploration of the mysterious side.

After urging him for so long, the school in the tribe still hasn't been built.

Now the children in the tribe make up the majority, if we don't take advantage of this time to teach and pass on knowledge to them, won't there be a large group of illiterates in the tribe when they grow up?

This is not what he wants to see.

After Zuer returned to the village, he always liked to stay under the altar of the tribe's loa gods. He would choose to communicate with the two loa gods who protected the tribe here every day.

Today is no exception.

"So, are you starting to run out of food? Then those abandoned guys won't send it to you."

After Gani learned from Zul that the food of the Zandalari tribe is starting to be a little nervous, he said with a heart that couldn't bear it.

"I told you a long time ago, Ghani. The carrying capacity of this tribe is limited. They can't accept too many guys who don't hunt. What's more, the southward invasion of those blood trolls is not far away."

Rezan dislikes Ghani's behavior of endlessly helping and taking in those lonely trolls. In his opinion, the current population structure of the Zandalari tribe is very unreasonable. The population that can go hunting too little.

"You can actually continue to accept and send them over, Ghani. I think the number of lone trolls in the mountains of Zandalar is getting less and less. As for food, our new one here The grain harvest in the period is about to be harvested, and the situation will be alleviated by then."

Zul calculated the area of ​​farmland that the tribe had planted, and the yield that this one plant could produce.

"Oh, that's good, I really can't worry about those poor people who have been abandoned."

When Gani heard Zuer say this, he felt better all of a sudden.

"I knew you were here, and I said, when will you build the school I have mentioned so many times in our tribe?"

Daza walked quickly to the altar with an expression that he was here. He also noticed the phantoms of Rezan and Ghani and greeted them.

"School? Are you referring to uniformly teaching those children the survival skills in the tribe? We have been carrying out that kind of thing for a long time, but you have not paid attention to it. Why do you think the farmland can be reclaimed so quickly now? ?The children all went to work in the fields, and they would learn the symbols I developed while working on the farm to facilitate writing.”

Zuer confidently told him about the construction of the school during these days.

"Er, is it? But just let them farm?"

Dasa was a little embarrassed by Zuer's words, but he did not further clarify the situation.

"The smelting yard, the weaving yard, the pottery yard are all places where children learn."

Zul said and pointed to those directions.

"And what about their literacy education?"

Dasa asked the question that concerned him most.

"Every afternoon, I gather these children and teach them. The rest of the time, Kura will do these things. You have a lot of tasks for me, man."

Zul didn't understand why Dasa placed so much emphasis on making those children literate, but he also knew what would be good if the children were literate.

In terms of the inheritance of witches, the tribe will not lose those inheritances because the successors cannot understand the records of the previous generations of witches.

That is, this training method is really a bit advanced.

"Oh, what was the last time you countered those blood trolls in the forest of Nazmir?"

Dasa suddenly remembered the special spell that Zul had released to the two blood priests in the final siege.

"I call that thing voodoo. I didn't develop it alone. It was developed by witches from many tribes. After several generations, it was finally successfully developed in the hands of our generation."

Zuul talked about this with pride on his face.

Voodoo, in Dasa's memory, is one of the representatives that best embodies the unique characteristics of the troll family. Unexpectedly, it was developed at this time.

Although he wanted to ask Zul about the principle of voodoo, and Zul patiently explained it to Dasa, he still couldn't understand.

Because he can't feel any special energy at all.

"Haha, I think you'd better be your chief obediently! Boy, you don't have the talent to be a priest."

Rezan couldn't help laughing seeing how Dasa held back for a long time but didn't feel any energy from the six original forces.

"Yeah, Daza. You probably don't really have any talent for that."

Gani also made a sound of relief.

"Forget it, forget it. It seems that I really don't have the talent in this area, you two, who of you know where Pa'ku is? I'm going to look for him tomorrow."

Dasa would not be depressed because of such a failure, after all, he had experienced this kind of depression before.

After all, we have traveled to a magical world, who would not want to be a handsome and cool spellcaster?

It's a pity that his body can't do it.

Don't have that talent.

"Paku generally likes to stay on those higher mountain walls. If you want to find him, go to those places, but you can't fly, so it may be a little troublesome."

Rezan very generously told Dasa about Paku's approximate location, and also named the problems he would encounter.

"If you still can't find it, I suggest you go to the Flying Wing Tribe first, the mortals there will have a way to contact Pa'ku."

Ghani reminded Daza again.

"Flying Wing Tribe? I see, then I'll go visit them first, and scout the geographical environment of that tribe by the way."

Dasa thought for a while and decided to start with the troll tribe sheltered by Pa'ku, and use them to contact the wilderness demigod soaring in the mountains and sky.

"If you're going to that kind of high mountain, you can take this bottle of herbal potion with you. This is a voodoo potion I brewed, which can improve your physical strength."

As he spoke, Zuer took out a tightly sealed wooden jar from his herbal medicine bag.

"Thank you, Zul. When I'm not around, you should also be prepared to fight against the invasion of blood trolls."

Dasa liked this gift very much, he turned and left here, planning to visit other places in the village.

After all, tomorrow, he will set off again.

　PS: It's Tuesday, and the unit organizes a women's day group building to go out for a hike. Well, the scenery here should be okay.Guys, I want tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)