Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 43 The Village on the Cliff

Dasa set off just after dawn the next day. The items he carried with him were simple, a set of weapons, a water bladder, and a sundry bag.

That's it.

"Although the forests in the Zandalari Mountains are somewhat dangerous, compared to the forests of Nazmir, this place is simply a children's paradise."

Dasa said goodbye to Zuer and others, and left with a shield, spear and bow, and a long sword on his waist.

From the village of the Zandalari tribe to the camp of the Flying Wing tribe, there is a short distance to go, and this road is not easy for any creature to walk.

From the forest to the grassland, to the barren hills with nothing but stones, Dasa has walked all the way.The map in his hand marked the approximate location of the tribe that they had traded with the trolls of the Flying Wing tribe at the rally. Dasa dared to set off alone only by relying on such a map.

Not all of the Zandalar mountains are full of trees and grass.

As the Zandalari Mountains in the inland area of ​​the ancient Kalimdor continent, there are also places with little rain and drought, such as the valley in front of us.

The strange rocks are rugged, and the rock walls here become extremely steep under the action of the wind.

"It's really desolate. Fortunately, I brought enough food and water to pass through here before coming in."

Looking at the valley in front of him, Dasa sighed. It was already the seventh day when he came here, even so, he was still about three days away from the area marked on the map.

The valley in front of me is the only way to reach the Flying Wing tribe by land.

Dasa was tired from walking, so he found a shady rock and sat down, opened the water bag, drank some water and ate some dry food, then raised his head and looked at the sky.

Here he could already see the pterodactyls flying around in the sky, but because they flew quite high, he couldn't see clearly whether there were any trolls from the flying wing tribe on the backs of those pterodactyls.

But after seeing these pterodactyls, he was basically sure that he was indeed not far from the Flying Wing Tribe.

Enough rest, it's time to continue on the road.

In the village of the Flying Wing Tribe, Roca had just returned from hunting. After he and his pterodactyl partner divided their prey at the entrance of the cave, he walked into the village with the meat, and heard a hunter hurriedly approaching behind him.

"Chief! Over there in Desolation Valley, a troll is coming our way."

The hunter told Roca about the special situation he found.

"It's just a troll, why panic. Besides, our place is on this cliff and we have no reason to be afraid of him. If he has any ill intentions towards us, let's wait until he comes up first."

Roca didn't care about such reports. The most fundamental reason for his reliance was that the location of their tribe was not accessible by regular creatures.

But when he had just baked his own food and was about to eat it, another hunter came to report.

"Chief, the identity of the troll who came alone has been clarified. He said that he is Daza, the chief of the Zandalari tribe. This time he came here specifically to find you. Look, do we want to receive him? "

The hunter told Roca what he knew.

Not long ago, when he returned from hunting with his pterodactyl partner, he happened to pass through that desolate valley, and was stopped by Dasa because he was flying low.

Seeing that Dasa didn't seem malicious, he circled at low altitude and asked about Dasa's identity and whereabouts, and the other party informed him one by one.

Knowing that the other party is the chief of the Zandalari tribe, the hunter dare not neglect; the news that the chief of the Zandalari tribe and the chief of the Claw tribe are going deep into the Nazmir forest for a hunting competition has spread throughout Zanda Raising the mountains, especially the rumor that the winner, Dasa, single-handedly killed the Blood Mistress and her direct blood hunters, is loved by all the trolls living in the Zandalari mountains.

After all, all of them had vendettas against the blood trolls of Nazmir.

This courageous and glorious hunting match between Dasa and Manko gave a boost to the trolls in the Zandalari mountains who were suffering from the invasion of blood trolls, and as the winner, Daza became even more A hero to the trolls who live in the mountains of Zandalar.

Because, he also personally rescued a group of trolls captured by the blood trolls from the Nazmir forest alive.

Dasa's experience in the Nazmir forest has become an epic through word of mouth among trolls and witches.

Of course, Daza himself knew nothing about all this.

As for the troll responsible for spreading the great achievements of Dasa, it is of course Zul.

As Priest of Ghani, he used the ubiquitous nature of stylognaths in the mountains of Zandalar to inform all the witches of the troll tribes he could get in touch with.

"That guy is Dasa?!"

Roca put down the barbecue in his hand, and he recalled the time when he and the other party met at the big rally.

It was a young troll who was proud and full of ambition. The number of his tribe surpassed all the tribes present at that time, and his tribe was protected by two loa gods.

That being the case, did he come to the Flying Wing Tribe for something else at this time?

Presumably it could only be related to the alliance against the invasion of blood trolls.

"Go, you go and bring back the chief of the Zandalari tribe. I will personally receive him today."

After thinking about it for a while, Roca decided to bring Daza over to ask about the situation first.

After all, this guy and Manco really went deep into the Nazmir forest together. The other party came to him at this time, probably because he found that the group of white ghosts were difficult to deal with, and he needed the help of the Flying Wing tribe.

"Yes, Chief."

The hunter took orders and left.

He returned to the cave, interrupted his pterodactyl companion who was enjoying his delicious meal, and took off with it again.

"It seems that the village of the Feiyi tribe is not close from here. Forget it, relying on others is worse than relying on yourself. I'd better walk over there honestly."

Dasa was sitting on a rock in the valley, looking up at the blue sky, waiting for the Wing Hunter who might come to pick him up for the Wing Tribe.

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't come, he decided to go over to visit by himself.

Just before he took two steps, the Flying Wing tribe hunter who led the order swooped down from the sky, and finally landed in front of Dasa smoothly.

"I kept you waiting, Chief Dasa."

The hunter of the Flying Wing Tribe said to Dasa respectfully.

"Your village seems to be some distance away from here, so let's go."

Dasa was not polite either, and rode on the back of the pterodactyl.

"So, hurry up! We should take off!"

After confirming that Dasa was sitting firmly, the hunters of the Flying Wing Tribe took off from here with the winged pterodactyl under him, and headed towards the village of the Flying Wing Tribe.

Looking down at the area where the Flying Wing Tribe lived from the sky, Dasa could understand deeply why the Roka chief was so confident in the big rally back then, to the point of being confident.

Look at the desolate valleys and steep cliffs in this area. How can the Flying Wing tribe located in these mountains be afraid of the invasion of the blood trolls? Those blood hunters who walk on their feet want to enter here to invade the Flying Wing tribe They either fell under the javelins falling from the sky, or had to withdraw from this desolate mountainous area due to lack of supplies along the way.

As for arriving at the cave area where the Feiyi tribe's village is located, that has never happened before.

"Your area is really desolate, and only you can survive in this area with the help of pterodactyls."

Sitting on the back seat, Dasa sincerely admired the desolate scene below him.

"Hey, we choose to live and hunt here precisely because we have Lord Paku's protection. As long as we are still partners with the pterodactyls, we can go anywhere in the entire Zandalar mountains. Everywhere the mountains are our hunting grounds."

The hunter was delighted by Dasa's admiration, for it was identification with their loa.

It didn't take too long to fly from the desolate valley to the cave village of the Flying Wing tribe. On a tall and almost vertical rocky mountain, he saw a huge naturally formed cave.

It was like a natural aircraft hangar. The pterodactyls came in and out of the cave, and flying and circling pterodactyls could be seen everywhere in the sky.

It seems that this is the place.

The pterodactyl carried Dasa and flew into the cave smoothly. The bonfire burning in the cave brought some light to the slightly dark cave.

"Welcome, Chieftain Dazar of the Zandalar tribe."

At this moment, Roca and his pterodactyl partner, which is a circle larger than the other pterodactyls of the same family, are welcoming Dasa's arrival at the entrance of the cave.

"Oh! After the big rally, we haven't seen each other again. Chief Roca seems to be doing okay recently."

Daza recognized Roca, jumped off the pterodactyl and walked over.

"We have also heard about your deeds, so you really killed a blood mistress?"

Roca had seen the fighting power of the blood mistress of the blood troll. Even if he wanted to kill a blood mistress, it would take a lot of effort, not to mention that the opponent had a group of blood hunters as protection.

He felt that there was a lot of bragging in Dasa's deeds.

"Oh, look at these two weapons. I seized them from the blood mistress. There was also a mask. I lost it at home."

Daza unceremoniously untied the bright red long spear on his back and the bright red long sword on his waist, and handed them to Roca.

"Well, I can already feel the unique god-given marks on these two weapons, so don't give them to me."

Roca didn't dare to touch this kind of weapon captured from the blood god lightly, and he was still very taboo about the items blessed by the blood god.

Because, this is Paku's warning to him.

"Well, I didn't feel anything."

While talking, Dasa put the two weapons back on his back.

"Come in and sit down and chat. You didn't come to our Flying Wing Tribe just because of a sudden whim, did you? Explain your reason for coming, Chief Dasa."

Roca took Dasa to the village and asked him why he came.

"I did come here for something. I want to see Pa'ku. I need to talk to him alone."

Dasa didn't tell Roca why he was looking for Pa'ku. After all, this matter is related to the two demigods of the wilderness, and the less people know about it, the better.

If news about Sirik really got out, that bat would probably really suffocate in Nazmir and never return to the Zandalar Mountains.

"Need to talk to Lord Paku alone? I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's impossible. Lord Paku is our loa, and he didn't protect you, so you don't have the right to talk to him alone."

As soon as Roca heard Dasa's request, he refused without hesitation. He just thought it was too rude for Dasa, a mortal and not a follower of Pa'ku, to make such a request.

"In any case, it's best to discuss this matter after we meet Pa'ku. You're just a chief, aren't you? Mortals can't influence the thoughts of the loa gods."

Dasa didn't take Roca's words to heart, anyway, Pa'ku would drive these trolls out by then.

"You're right, come with me. Kukulkan, the chief of the Zandalari tribe wants to see Master Paku, please ask Master Paku what he means."

Roca led Dasa to the altar built by the Flying Wing Tribe for Paku. This seemingly rough altar deliberately highlighted the characteristics of Paku's pterodactyl, which made Dasa's eyes shine.

The Paku priest named Kukulkan didn't ask too much, he just connected with Paku devoutly, whether the Loa gods want to see each other is not something he can represent as a priest.

"Oh? That mortal named Dasa came to me? This is really interesting."

Paku appeared in the opponent's mental space.

"Yes, Lord Paku, do you want to see him?"

Kukulkan nodded.

"That mortal said he wanted to come to me, what's the matter?"

Paku looked at his priest.

"No, he just said he wanted to talk to you alone."

Kukulkan truthfully relayed Dasa's thoughts to Paku.

"Ah."

Paku thought for a moment, and his phantom appeared on the altar.

"Paku, hello."

Dasa greeted Kukulkan and Roka without waiting for them to open their mouths.

"The mortal under Rezan's shelter, what do you want from me?"

Paku stretched out his pair of wings and looked at Dasa.

"About Loachlic the Bat, it's just that I need to speak to you alone."

Dasa explained his purpose.

"Sirik? Ah, I see. If you come to me as his believer to talk to me alone, then it can only be because of that matter. Since you want to talk to me alone, then you can come to me! In Zan At the highest peak of the Dala Mountains, I am waiting for you here, but you have to remember that you only have three days. You can only climb this mountain."

As soon as Paku heard the name Sirik, he knew roughly why Dasa had come, and his complexion became ugly.

So after putting down such a sentence in a stiff manner, he disappeared.

Only Dasa was left in a daze.

　PS: A friend asked me what does hiking on Women's Day on March [-] have to do with me?All I can say is, I'm going to be a mule.Well, mules, packers.So, give me a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)