Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 48 Roca Visits the Village

After the duel between the two trolls Dasa and Roka was decided, after a night of rest in the cave of the Flying Wing Tribe, he set off for the village of Zandalar early the next morning. He just wanted to visit the village of Zandalar, and he also wanted to see how special this troll tribe that rose from the mountains of Zandalar in a short period of time has.

The pterodactyl carried the two of them over a desolate mountain stream, from an area lacking rain to a dense forest area.

"We often come to this area. The prey here are easier to obtain. The only annoying thing is these tall trees."

Roca was driving the pterodactyl and chatting with Daza sitting behind him.

"Well, for you hunters who like to dive down from the sky to attack, the dense canopy will cause a lot of hindrance to your hunting, but it is precisely because there are so many big trees that make this There is plenty of prey in this area."

Dasa sat in the back seat, overlooking the lush forest below, it was very refreshing to appreciate the forest from this perspective.

"Where is the village of your Zandalari tribe? We pass through this forest almost every day. If your village is large, we can easily identify it."

Roka has been looking for the location of the Zandalar village, but he doesn't remember that he has seen a large troll village in this forest.

"It's not you, it's us. Roca, our two tribes have merged now, and we are already a tribe of trolls. As for the location, we may have to fly a little further. The villages of the tribe come from A lot of camouflage has been made for security reasons, and it may be difficult to find it from the sky."

Dasa carefully distinguished the current location, and then pointed to a location not far away.

Roca flew over to the location Dasa pointed at. Is there any obvious difference between the village of the Zandalari tribe and the surrounding environment?That's about five trees taller than others of the same kind.

"Hey! Zul! Come out to meet the new tribe!"

With the gradual decline of the pterodactyl, Roca and Dasa finally saw the village of the Zandalari tribe clearly, and Dasa shouted happily into the village.

Roca was shocked by the well-planned and large village in front of him.

He never thought that a village could be so big.

Or, the tribal gathering area in front of me can no longer be described as a village.

"Looks like they're back, I'll leave first, His Majesty Lezan and His Majesty Ghani."

Zul heard Dasa's voice from the sky, bidding farewell to Rezan and Ghani who appeared on the altar.

"Go ahead. We heard what Paku said yesterday. It seems that this guy's ambition has gradually become a reality."

There was a trace of pride in Rezan's tone when he said this.

In his view, what Dasa is doing now is in line with his expectations. This extraordinary mortal is using his own thoughts and actions to fulfill his ambitions.

This is a good start.

When Zul brought Lana and Kula to the gate of the Zandalari village, the two trolls Roka and Dasa had already landed.

"Hey, I'm back! Now Roca and the others are also our clansmen."

Dasa smiled and looked at the three people who hurried over.

"Hello, Chief Roka. May the glory of His Majesty Rezan shine upon you."

Zul also greeted Roka after greeting Dasa. He noticed the swollen scar on Roka's forehead, raised his hand and healed him with a holy light.

"Uh, ah. What a powerful divine technique, Priest Zul."

After Roca received the treatment from Zul, his head, which had been drowsy due to the impact, suddenly woke up, and the looming pain on his forehead disappeared.He has fully recovered from his injuries.

"You are welcome to join, please come with us."

With a smile on his face, Zul led the two of them along the main road of the Zandalar village to the village.

Roca walked beside Dasa and looked around. He had already noticed the difference between this village and other troll villages.

"these are?"

Roca looked at the road under his feet. The main road was paved with fired bricks for waterproofing and smoothness.This unique flatness makes him feel an unprecedented feeling when walking.

"Oh, it's just fired clay bricks. Those clay tablets used for recording can be discarded after dealing with related matters, but I feel it's a pity to discard them like this, so I fired them and used them Paved."

As Dasa spoke, he also pointed to some inscribed symbols that were faintly visible on the bricks. Roca could only see part of these pictographic symbols, and some of them were too abstract for him to understand.

"The houses here all look alike."

Roca noticed that the styles and specifications of the houses in the villages here seemed to be the same.

"Well, because the population of the Zandalari tribe is expanding too fast, the chief proposed that all new houses be built in a unified standard, with a uniform style for quick construction. He also specially set up a logging camp and organized a special person to be in charge. The specifications of the timber processed there The size and size can be basically consistent, so as to ensure the construction of this amount.”

Zul didn't wait for Dasa to speak, and took the lead in explaining to Roca.

"I see."

Roca nodded half-understood, and continued to follow the tour.

On the other hand, Dasa left Zul and Roka on the way. Some internal affairs of the Zandalari tribe had a backlog when he left the village. Lana needed him to deal with the backlog of work. up.

Dasa quickly returned to his wooden house, sat back behind the table, looked at the pile of clay tablets in front of the case and couldn't help feeling a headache.

"Why are there so many things?"

Daza raised his head helplessly and looked at Lana standing in front of him.

"During your absence, chief, our tribe has taken in more than 130 refugees, most of whom are young people, but they are all women. You need to decide on their resettlement."

While speaking, Lana skillfully took out the clay tablet of what she said from the pile of clay tablets on Dasa's desk and handed it to Dasa.

"Well, let's arrange it according to the old rules. Those who don't have a partner can follow the planters to plant the land first. If they have relatives in the tribe, let them choose what work to do."

Dasa looked at the clay tablet and thought for a while before dealing with the matter.

"Also, because of the rapid expansion of the tribe's population, I can't manage it now. You'd better promote more managers, otherwise there will be trouble."

Lana asked Dasa another very important question.

The administrative capacity of the Zandalari tribe has been oversaturated, and relevant reforms must be carried out.

In the past, the Zandalari tribe was only a tribe with a population of less than a hundred people. It could be managed by only five internal affairs managers including Lana, but now the population of the entire Zandalari has exceeded [-] people. , such a huge population cannot be managed by five people.

They need more helpers to help manage such a large population.

"I see. This matter is indeed serious. How are you doing now?"

After Dasa finished looking at the clay tablet, his expression became serious.This kind of problem involving the tribal management has never been a small problem, not to mention that this problem has become so important that the tribal administrative system needs to be reformed.

"After discussing with Karaman and the others, I temporarily selected a group of assistants to assist us in the management of the tribe, but the official situation still needs to be decided by you, the chief."

While speaking, Lana took out a clay tablet engraved with the names of all the tribal managers from the pile of clay tablets and handed it to Dasa.

The number of Zandalari tribe's management expansion, Daza, can be seen clearly on this list.

From the coordinating and managing personnel at the top level to the candidates for the leader of the logging team at the bottom level, they are clearly marked.

"Then let's increase the number of people. Prepare yourself and conduct an assessment on these temporary management personnel. Those who pass the assessment can officially become the management personnel of the tribe. I plan to conduct such an assessment once a year. You and Zul The two act as examiners."

After reading the list, Dasa found a lot of new faces. Considering that he has not stayed in the tribe for a long time, he may not be as clear about the affairs of the village as Zuer and Lana, so he still feels The decision of the assessment was handed over to Zul and Lana.

"Chief, are you sure to leave this matter to us?"

Lana didn't expect Daza to arrange this matter for them so simply.

"What's the matter? A person's power is limited. I trust your judgment."

Dasa looked at Lana with a smile on his face.

"Okay, then there are these."

Lana said and gave Dasa another clay tablet.

In the center of the Zandalar village, on the bonfire square, Roka came here under the leadership of Zul. Looking at the blazing bonfire, Roka's own feelings at the moment are a bit complicated.

"It's a good village. Living here is much more comfortable than living in a cave."

Rocca stared at the campfire.

"Then you can move out together. If you don't like the towering forest in the Zandalari village, you can choose to go to the northern village. Although it is now the frontline area against the Nazmir trolls, In the future, it will become an unprecedented large village. Well, in the words of the chief, it will become a city."

Zul walked to the huge animal skin map hanging by the bonfire in the square, and pointed to the location of the village in the north.

"Unexpectedly, your chief would actually do this. He sent a large number of hunters from his village to the border area of ​​the Nazmir Forest, where he cooperated with the Horn Tribe and the Thunder Tribe to resist the attack from the depths of the Nazmir Forest. Blood trolls."

Roca looked at this huge map and couldn't help feeling emotional. As the chief of the Flying Wing Tribe, he often rode a pterodactyl in the mountains of Zandalar. He has been to all the places drawn on these maps. , so he can see where is where on this map at a glance.

"The Chief has always been a man of his word, and he is also a man who doesn't like to backtrack."

Zul looked at Rocca pointingly and said.

To be honest, he is still very vigilant about the trolls that these big tribes want to integrate into. Unlike the so-called big tribes with a population of [-] in the Echo tribe, he has enough confidence that the Zandalari tribe will So many people digest it.

But the flying wing tribe in front of them is different from the sharp claw tribe that is about to merge.

These two tribes have been in the Zandalar Mountains for much longer than the Zandalar tribe. Even though Zul has the protection of the two loa gods Rezan and Gani, he still has no confidence in bringing the two tribes together. Integrate completely.

The way he can think of at the moment is to start with the opponent's loa gods, and include the opponent's loa gods into the queue of his own loa gods, so as to win over the followers of Gonk and Pa'ku.

"I don't like guys who don't believe what they say, Priest Zul."

Roka turned his head and looked at Zul seriously, and at the same time took out a ball of fire from the Flying Wing tribe from the wooden jar in his arms, and threw it into the bonfire of the Zandalari tribe.

This also indicates that the Flying Wing tribe has officially merged with the Zandalari tribe.

"Welcome to join me, buddy. Come on, let's go to the smelting field to have a look. Maybe you need a new set of equipment, Roka."

Zul watched Rocca's actions, and after the fires of the two sides fused, he truly regarded the other party as his own.

Roka was also moved when he heard this. He had already experienced the superb level of craftsmen of the Zandalari tribe during the duel with Dasa. If it weren't for Dasa's shield, he felt that he would definitely win this battle. duel.

Now that he has the opportunity to get a set of weapons and equipment from the Zandalari tribe, he will naturally not give up.

The smelting field, here can be said to be the most bustling place in the Zandalari village, and the flames of the smelting furnace here are always burning.

Baskets of ore were thrown into the crucible of the smelting furnace, and eventually turned into furnaces of copper water and poured into molds to shape them.

Even standing on the side, Roca could feel the temperature here.

"Are they burning stones?!"

It never occurred to Rocca that those metal utensils that shone like gold were burnt out of stone.

"Well, you can understand it as burning stones. These smelting methods were first proposed by the chief, and he took the lead to improve them a little bit."

While talking, Zuul picked up a bronze knife from the shelf where the finished product was placed.

Roca was completely silent after hearing Zul's words. He really couldn't combine the wise man who put forward so many improvement suggestions and inventions with Dasa, a muscular brat who is reckless when fighting.

Because such a picture was too distorted in his mind.

"Come on, let's see what weapons you like. Before long, we will be fighting the White Walkers in Nazmir Forest."

Zul looked at the stunned Roca and smiled, letting him choose a suitable weapon.

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