Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 45 Returning to Flying Wing Village

The mountain wind at night was still very cold. Looking at the sky full of stars, Dasa knew that he was late, but even so, he had to climb to the top of Zandalar Peak before he could rest.

Besides, he was very close to the summit.

"Finally! Finally climbed up! I'm exhausted!"

Dasa finally grasped the rock on the top of Zandalar with both hands, and pulled himself up.

Then, he saw Paku who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"You're late, mortal."

Pa'ku craned his neck and stared at Daza.

"I thought you had already left Pa'ku."

Dasa looked at the pterodactyl demigod in front of him with a smile on his face. He smiled because the other party was still there.

"I want to leave, but you, a mortal, always insist on seeing me. Considering your tenacity and courage, I choose to stay and wait for you."

Paku took two steps and looked at Daza more carefully.

He couldn't see any obvious difference in appearance between the young troll in front of him and the other trolls, why this guy could insist on climbing up from the valley at the bottom of Zandalar Mountain step by step, while the other trolls Can't do it.

"Ah, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Paku. The weather on this mountain is really changing too much. There will be heavy rain at one time, snow and hail at another time. So, I delayed it a bit."

Dasa sat and rested on the ground, explaining to the other party helplessly.

"Oh, I made those."

Paku admitted to Dasa without hesitation that all the weather phenomena were caused by him.

"Oh, so you made it, I said... you made it?! Why did you do that?!"

Dasa didn't hear clearly at first, but after he heard clearly, he jumped up immediately.

"Why? I don't want to see you, especially you came to me under the banner of Sirik. I know what you want to say to me! Let me give him the title of King of the Sky?! Don't even think about it! "

As soon as Paku mentioned this matter, he became angry. He would never agree to give this title to Sirik.

"But I haven't said anything yet."

Dasa stared wide-eyed at Paku who lost his temper. He indeed came to discuss this matter with the other party, but he didn't intend to say it so directly.

In other words, whether demigods or mortals in this era like to speak so directly?

"Don't try to lie to me, kid!"

Paku lowered his head and stared at Dasa.

"That's right, he came here on my behalf to ask you for the title that should belong to me. The title of King of the Sky should have been mine!"

When Daza and Pa'ku looked at each other, Sirik flew out from the shadows somewhere.

He fell behind Dasa, as if to support him.

Sirik was very moved by Dasa's behavior this time. He never thought that Dasa, as a mortal, dared to climb the highest peak of Zandalar in the Zandalari mountains for a promise, even under the torrential rain created by Pa'ku He and Hail didn't give up either, and he no longer cared about whether he could get his title back.

Even if he can't get it back, he has already decided to protect the Zandalari tribe. Although his own power is not strong compared to other demigods, it is much stronger than mortals.

"Sirik! You are still alive. I thought you were killed by me. If that's the case, I'm worried that Lady Freya will blame me."

Paku looked at Sirik who finally appeared, and sneered.

"Okay, both of you. Calm down, it happens that both of you are here, and we just have to speak clearly now."

Seeing that Sirik was about to quarrel with Paku again, Dasa made a noise and acted as a peacemaker.

If it weren't for his own strength not being strong enough to fight against these two guys now, he really wanted to reconcile the two guys who were at odds with each other in a physical way.

"Okay, as long as this guy doesn't ask me for the title that mortal bestowed on me, I'm willing to let him go."

Paku stared at Sirik, his wings spread wide.

"Dream, the title of King of the Sky is mine! I will never give up."

Sirik's bat wings also stared at Paku wide open, and just now he yelled out the ultrasonic waves when he was excited.

"Stop! Say it, talk slowly if you have something to say. Talk! This kind of title bestowed by mortals to you is negotiable! It is nothing more than who has more followers. Besides, this title is nothing more than a mortal It’s only used when negotiating with each other. You’re still yourselves.”

Daza's face was wrinkled because of Sirik's ultrasound, and he covered his ears with his hands and interrupted the two who were about to quarrel again.

"Since your believers have said so, Sirik, should you back down?"

Paku looked at Sirik, and a smile could be seen on his expression.

"He is not my believer. This guy has never believed in any of us so far."

Sirik vetoed Pa'ku's words, Daza never believed in any of them.

"But isn't he a mortal chosen by you?"

Pacu thinks Sirik is lying.

"He's still the one chosen by Gani and Rezan. Besides, I don't think he'll be the one chosen by that guy Gonk before long."

Sirik looked at Pa'ku and then at Dasa standing between the two of them.

"Paku, you have a lot of abilities, why do you have to be obsessed with the title of King of the Sky?"

Seeing that the two men looked at him, Dasa continued to speak.

"Oh? So, you have a better title? Tell me about it. If I am satisfied, I can give the title of King of the Sky to Sirik."

It was very useful for Paku to hear Dasa's words. He really has many abilities, and he also wanted to hear what could be more beautiful than the title of King of the Sky.

"Ahem, you said earlier that the storm and hailstorm in the mountains were caused by you, right?"

Dasa's brain began to quickly recall Pa'ku's priesthood title.

"Yeah, so what did you think of?"

Pa'ku looked at Dasa, wanting to see what the mortal could think of.

"The peace in the forest, the god of the wind, the lord of the storm, the mistress of the sky, these are no better than the lord of the sky."

Dasa quickly picked and picked out the titles he recalled about Pa'ku.

"Well, these. These do sound better than a dry master of the sky."

Paku thought carefully about the meaning of these nouns, and nodded.

"So, which one do you like? Pa'ku."

Sirik is also satisfied with the nouns of these titles, if he does not have so much ability, he would also want these titles.

"Which one do I like? I like them all! Boy, these priesthood titles will be mine from now on!"

Paku liked these new titles from Dasa's mouth very much. Anyway, these priesthood titles are not currently occupied, so he simply decided to take them all away!

"So, the title of Lord of the Sky?"

Daza looked at Paku, who was in a good mood at the moment, and hurriedly asked.

"Let Sirik wear that stupid title. I'm already the mistress of the sky, and the king of the sky is still under my jurisdiction."

As Paku said, he flapped his wings happily.

Dasa was overjoyed when he heard this, and he turned his head to look at Sirik behind him, the smile in his eyes was obvious.

"Look, I have already helped you get your priesthood back, and I will do what I say."

"Hey, boy. This isn't what I thought it would be."

Sirik looked at Dasa with some depression. Originally, he should be happy to have his priesthood title back, but why does he only feel depressed now?
"At least your title of Lord of the Sky is back, isn't it?"

Daza looked at Sirik with a smile.

"Okay, since your request has been fulfilled, then leave here. Just as Sirik is here, boy, I won't see you off."

Paku was about to drive people away, because it was getting late now, and he was going to rest.

"I have one more thing to discuss with you, Pa'ku. About the merging of tribes."

Dasa is ready to convince Pa'ku to agree to a tribal alliance to annex the Wings.

"We will not intervene in matters between mortals. You can discuss this matter with Roca yourself."

Pa'ku declined, he didn't want to get involved in disputes between mortals.

They protect mortals only to protect them from supernatural forces. As for the conflicts between mortals, they have a tacit agreement not to interfere.

Dasa's idea of ​​trying to get support from him to annex the Flying Wing Tribe is doomed to fail.

"The reason why I mention this is because I clearly know that it is impossible for the Flying Wings alone to resist the invasion of the Blood Horde. We need the power of the Flying Wings, and they also need us. In this time, Naz The trip to Mir Forest made me understand the power of the blood god Hakkar more clearly."

Dasa also knew that it was useless to persuade Pa'ku from the conflicts between mortals alone, so he directly started with the blood god Hakar.

"Impossible, that monster from another world doesn't dare to step into the mountains of Zandalar at all, it only dares to curl up in the forest of Nazmir. As long as it dares to enter the mountains of Zandalar, my storm will tear it apart in pieces."

Pa'ku denied Dasa's words.

"Oh? Are you so sure that it won't go south into the Zandalar Mountains? If the blood tribes going south go deep into the Zandalar Mountains, will you take action? No, you will only indirectly take your own Power is given to your priests, let them fight. But what if your priests also fail? Sirik, you have been in the Nazmir forest longer than me, and you should know the power of the blood trolls best Yes."

Daza said and looked back at Sirik behind him.

"He's right. The mortals in the forest of Nazmir have developed very rapidly with the support of that evil god, and their numbers have also increased rapidly. His worries are justified."

Sirik didn't lie, he did notice that the blood trolls were developing too fast, so he organized those non-blood trolls who fled in the Nazmir forest to form an echo tribe to fight against consumption. Those blood trolls.

But obviously, his plan failed.

Fortunately, Dasa is here.This mortal has been keenly aware of the threat to the world of Azeroth from the blood trolls and their evil god masters, so he is actively preparing for the battle.

"I can tell Roca and the others about this matter, but I have no way to decide for them about the merger of the tribes. In the final analysis, this is still a matter between mortals."

Paku didn't take Sirik's words as a deaf ear. Since the other party already believed that the blood troll and the blood god posed a substantial threat to the entire Azeroth, then he would also let the mortals under his protection do a good job. Preparation is.

So, the three reached an agreement.

"Then let's rest on this mountain tonight, and we will go to the Flying Wing tribe tomorrow morning, and you can discuss with Roca about the merging of the tribe."

Pa'ku had reached an agreement with Dasa on the matter of fighting against the invasion of Hakkar and the blood trolls.

"Finally I can take a rest, I'm really exhausted. Sirik, please drive me down tomorrow."

Dasa said as he pulled out two pieces of soft fur from his carry-on rucksack, laid one on the ground, covered his body with the other, and fell into a deep sleep.

At the top of Zandalar, with the presence of two wild demigods again, there was no reason why he couldn't sleep.

Although it is a beautiful thing to look up at the starry sky on the top of Zandalar, the tired Dasa has no intention of admiring the starry sky at the top of the mountain at this moment, he just wants to sleep.

In the early morning of the second day, the newborn sunshine woke him up from his deep sleep. Looking at the clouds and mists covering Zandalar Peak and the red sun that had just risen, Dasa suddenly woke up.

"Sure enough, the scenery on the top of the mountain is very beautiful."

Looking at the sunrise on the top of the mountain, Dasa praised.

"Then why don't you build a grave here and bury yourself here?"

Sirik jokingly came to Dasa's side.

"Great idea! Burning my ashes and having my ashes scattered here is not bad. At least I can overlook the entire Zandalar Mountains from here."

Dasa wasn't afraid of death, and he liked Sirik's advice.

"I'm not here for you to scatter the ashes, let's go, Sirik and your asylum, we should set off."

Pa'ku didn't want any mortal to pollute his resting habitat, even if it was a mortal's ashes.

After Paku finished speaking, he took the lead and flew out. Sirik waited for Dasa to stabilize his back and jumped off the Zandalar Peak, following Paku's flight direction.

A pterodactyl and a big bat soared in the sky like this, flying all the way from the Zandalar peak to the cave where the flying wing tribe was.

The hunters of the flying wing tribe who saw them in the sky along the way saluted the two loa gods one after another. They were also very curious about the identity of Dasa who was riding north on the big bat.

After Roca learned that Paku had come in person, he didn't care about other things, and together with Kukulkan, he came to the cave entrance of the tribal village to welcome the two loa who had arrived.

His admiration for Dasa reached its highest point when he saw Dasa jump off Sirik's back.

Until he heard about the merger of the tribes from Dasa.

　PS: It's Friday, and the book will be on shelves next Monday.That's great, the first book on the shelf at the starting point, heh, why are you not excited at all.Ah, it must be because of my age.

　　
　
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