Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 46 Roca's Wrath

When Dasa followed the two Loa back to the gate of the Flying Wing tribe's village from the peak of Zandalar, Roka and Kukulkan were already waiting for their return at the pterodactyl lair.

"I salute you, the great Pa'ku and this unknown loa."

Kukulkan and Roca led the trolls of the Flying Wing tribe waiting here to salute the two loa.

"I just stopped by to see, Roka, the chief of the Zandalari tribe wants to discuss something with you. Go and talk about it yourself when the time comes. You just need to know that I will support you."

Paku glanced at Dasa, then at Kukulkan and Roka, and then said.

"Yo, Roca. Thank you for leading the way."

Dasa's clothes were still damp, and there was no way to light a fire to dry them on the top of Zandalar.But he was in good shape after a night of rest.

"Chief of the Zandalari tribe, if you have anything to say to me, just talk about it here. In front of the two loa gods, there is nothing that cannot be said."

Roka looked at this troll who successfully climbed Zandalar Peak with a mortal body, and he still admired him for this.

"That's fine, then let's make things clear here."

Dasa originally wanted to talk to the other party alone, but since Roca wanted to talk about it in public, he had nothing to be afraid of.

"I hope that you, the Winged Tribe, can join my Zandalari Tribe. We will become a state far beyond the Horde. At that time, we will jointly fight against the attack of the blood trolls from the Nazmir forest in the north. "

As soon as these words came out, the entire pterodactyl lair fell into silence, and then quarrels and noise suddenly sounded.

"You guys know what to say?!"

"This is the territory of the Feiyi tribe, not your Zandalari tribe's territory, get out!"

"Let this ignorant guy get out!"

Roka looked at Dasa with an unfriendly expression, and he was listening to the shouts of the clansmen behind him, and now it was time for him to express his position.

Dasa's expression didn't change at all after he finished speaking, as if this sentence was not an invitation, but more like an order.

This is such a proud guy!
"You should have heard it clearly, Chief of the Zandalar Tribe. You are not welcome in the Wing Tribe, so leave now."

Roca stared at Daza and said slowly.

"Oh? Is this your answer? Roka, do you really think that you can live in the mountains of Zandalar without any worries just by relying on Pa'ku's power? I don't know. When I climbed the mountain, you Have you visited my Zandalari tribe? I can only tell you, Chief Roka. Times have changed."

Daza crossed his arms and looked down at Roca in front of him because of his height.

"I know that your Zandalari tribe has absorbed a lot of refugees in just a few months, and I also know that you have accepted more than 800 trolls in the Nazmir forest. However, we still Those who are confident that they can defend their homeland.”

Roka is not ignorant of the news from the outside world. He also knows that the Zandalari tribe has been absorbing the displaced trolls recently.

He expressed contempt for this practice of only focusing on quantity and ignoring quality.

Where did the Zandalari tribe get so much food to provide so many people?

From Roca's point of view, all of this was nothing more than Dasa collecting cannon fodder to fight against the blood troll's southern invasion.

"Oh? Do you think you're the only ones who can fly? Are you so confident that you can fight those blood trolls with so many pterodactyl riders? No, you can't. Neither can Paku."

Dasana's indifferent eyes scanned the trolls of the Flying Wing tribe, and finally his eyes paused on Pa'ku.

"Hey! Mortal, you better pay attention to what you say, how do you know that I am not the opponent of that blood god!"

Paku was very dissatisfied with Dasa's behavior of belittling himself in front of his disciples.

"Can you do it? Or, can Lord Rezan defeat that Blood God?!"

Roca frowned and looked at Dasa.

"Rezan? It should be possible. The era of disunity among the trolls in the Zandalar Mountains must come to an end. Only in this way can we completely drive that evil god out of this world and wipe out those cultists!"

Dasa never thought about whether Rezan was a match for Haka.But he knew that only the tribes of the trolls who unified the entire Zandalari mountains would have the chance to completely wipe out the Nazmir Forest in the north, to completely wipe out the blood trolls, and to kill Hakkar.

"Just talking big, since you also said that Master Rezan can only defeat the blood god, then why do you think you can kill him? You are too arrogant, Daza!"

Roca has been unhappy with such an arrogant Dasa for a long time,

"Do you know? Roca, if I were the war mistress of a blood troll, I would have plenty of ways to take down your small village."

Daza looked at Roca who was angry because of his words, but he was not angry.

Roca was not talking, but he wanted to hear what Dasa had to say to capture the village of their Flying Wing tribe.

Paku also looked at Dasa seriously, and he also wanted to know how the other party planned to take down the village where his disciples were.

"The information I can reveal to you is that the blood god that the blood trolls believe in is actually just a large wind snake. I think you should have seen the wind snake at the edge of the Nazmir forest. That kind of flying snake can naturally become the mount of those blood trolls, and their number is more than that of pterodactyls."

Dasa slowly told what he had seen and heard in the Nazmir Forest.

The wind snake, the trolls of the Flying Wing tribe are naturally no strangers to this creature that currently only lives in the Nazmir Forest, but they have never thought that this creature can be used by the blood trolls.

This means that the air superiority they have always been proud of will be gone.

"So what? It's just a wind snake. Do those blood trolls think they can compete with us in the sky?"

Naturally, Roca could also feel the change in the momentum of the clansmen after the news of Dasa was released. As a chief, he naturally would not admit defeat so easily.

"Of course, the wind snake is not as good as the pterodactyl in terms of individual combat ability, but what if the blood trolls riding the wind snake are all blood priests? What kind of power can those strange blood magic exert in the sky? Can you really bear it?"

Dasa also revealed the combat power of the Alanya who was killed by him. Although the blood priest was not a blood priest at all but the blood mistress, this did not prevent Daza from being able to fight against the giants of the Roka and Flying Wing tribes. Blow a wave of blood troll combat power in front of the demon.Anyway, these trolls of the Flying Wing tribe never fought against the blood trolls head-on.

So, it's not how they brag, they can only believe so.

"I can prove that Dasa's words are not lying."

At this time, Sirik stood up and said something for Dasa. As soon as his words came out, all the trolls of the Flying Wing tribe believed in Dasa's information even more.

Even Paku's expression became serious. After all, he underestimated the blood trolls hiding in the Nazmir Forest.

"Heh, if those blood trolls want to fight in, they have to pass through your territory first. If you are all lost, then there is no need for us to struggle to join you."

Roca could tell that Dasa was using the blood troll's southward invasion as an excuse to force his tribe to merge into the Zandalari tribe.

His real thought should be to hope that the pterodactyl riders of the Flying Wing tribe can restrain the wind snake riders of the blood trolls in the sky.

I think it's beautiful!
"Okay, then I'll just talk about what to do if my Zandalari tribe wants to attack your Flying Wing tribe."

Paku and Sirik were stunned when Dasa said this. Didn't he say that he would unite with the Flying Wing tribe to fight against the blood troll?
Why is it time to attack fellow trolls living in the mountains of Zandalar? !

What is this? !
"Okay, I'd like to hear what you can do."

Rocca laughed angrily after hearing this.

Dasa had indeed thought about how to attack and take down the Flying Wing Tribe, and he even had two plans.

The first plan, the simplest and crudest, is to storm the caves of the Flying Wing tribe. The assault troops march at night and rest in cover during the day. This marching method is enough for them to avoid the sight of the Flying Wing tribe hunters during the day. When the assault troops arrive at the cave Finally, they climbed up by relying on long ropes.

However, this offensive method is too risky and labor-intensive, and the supply line is too long.

Therefore, Dasa believes that the second solution is the effective one.

The core is one word: sleepy.

He regards the village of the Flying Wing Tribe as a strong city, and all he has to do is to cut off the source of food supplies of the Flying Wing Tribe.Fortunately, the longbows of their Zandalari tribe can be equipped in batches, and the hunters in the tribe are scattered on the return route of these pterodactyl riders to snipe from the ground to the sky.

Shoot down any Pterodactyl that dares to leave the cave.

Then, he had to wait.

Once the food stored in the village was exhausted, the only options for the Feiyi tribe were to surrender or starve to death.

He could even be more despicable, find the source of water in the cave of the Flying Wing tribe, and pollute the water to speed up their resource consumption.

"You are despicable and shameless! There is no glory at all! Are you worthy of being the chief of the Zandalari tribe like this?! You are still worthy of being Lord Rezan's patron!"

After hearing Daza's two sets of offensive methods, Roca was already trembling with anger.Voices trembled.

Paku's face was also very gloomy after hearing Dasa's two sets of battle plans. He didn't expect Daza to have such a side.

Sirik looked at Dasa with an expression that I knew would be like this.

"So, choose. Trolls of the Flying Wing tribe, what is your choice? Be a member of the Zandalari tribe and have enough food to eat, or choose to be content with the status quo and be crushed by the footsteps of the times." What? Choose!"

Apart from sarcasm, the smile on Dasa's face also showed confidence in himself.

"If you want to become the chief of our Flying Wing Tribe, it's not impossible, but you have to follow the rules of our Flying Wing Tribe! Let's have a duel in the sky! Whoever falls from the sky in the end will be the Flying Wing's leader." The new chief of the Wing Tribe. How is it? You, dare to come?!"

Roca looked at the other party, weighed in his heart for a moment and decided to test the other party in the last possible way.

"Aerial combat? All right, there's nothing wrong with it."

Dasa looked at Roca, then at Sirik who was beside him and readily agreed.

"Okay then, let's start now and choose your mount."

Roca didn't expect that Daza would actually dare to agree. He remembered that this guy had never had experience riding a pterodactyl.

"Sirik, this time..."

Dasa said and looked at Sirik who was aside, his meaning was obvious.

"Sirik, this is a battle between mortals. As the loa gods, it's better not to get involved."

Paku sounded a warning to Dasa, telling him not to push his limits.

"Paku is right, you can only do this by yourself."

Sirik looked at Dasa and expressed his refusal. He would not surrender himself to become Dasa's mount, and it was just a matter of taking him from Zandalar Peak earlier.

But when it comes to this kind of fighting, He refuses.

"Why, it's okay if you want to give up. I'll give you a chance to leave here, but you'd better swear in front of the two Loa that you won't bring your tribe to harass my Flying Wing tribe."

The panic in Roca's heart after seeing this scene calmed down a bit, and Dasa gave him the feeling that he was too strong.

Now, without Loa's help, he must be able to get it back by himself.

"No need, do you mean that I can choose the one that suits me from among your mounts?"

While speaking, Daza walked to the place where the pterodactyls were resting in the pterodactyl lair.

"Of course, except for my own exclusive mount, you can choose whatever you want."

Roca watched Dasa's actions with a blank expression on his face.

This guy actually dared to face his own challenge without the help of the Loa gods. He probably didn't even know how to control a pterodactyl.

Just as Roca guessed, Dasa really doesn't even know how to control a pterodactyl.

However, he didn't intend to drive it by himself, his idea was to let the pterodactyl fly by himself, he had other ideas.

"Oh, a novice is a novice. He actually chose that pterodactyl."

"Yeah, the one that flies the slowest, it seems he gave up."

"Doesn't that mean our chieftain is far stronger than the chieftain of Zandalar? I can't wait to see this bastard fall from the sky."

The trolls of the Flying Wing tribe looked at the pterodactyl chosen by Dasa, and started talking again.

In their view, their own chief has won.

And Dasa is already a corpse.

"Now that both parties are ready, let's get into the air."

Pa'ku naturally assumed the referee of this duel, and no troll in the Flying Wing tribe would object to his decision.

Under everyone's attention, Dasa and Roca took off on their respective mounts.

　PS: Ahem, today is Saturday, right? I was too tired yesterday and overslept.So the release is late, so, for the sake of my tiredness, please count the votes.

　　
　
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