Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 49 Roca Convinced

Roca visited the entire Zandalari village under the leadership of Zul. Everything here was full of novelty for him. It was the first time he had seen everything here. Walking out of the smelting field After that, he gained a lot.

"It's a really nice gun."

Roca looked excitedly at the golden standard bronze spear in his hand.

"Hey, then Roka, when are you going to come here, let's prepare in advance."

Zul looked at Roka, who had been bought by a standard spear, and asked when the trolls of the Flying Wing tribe moved to the Zandalar village.

"I'm going to let most of them go to the northern villages, which are the new hunting grounds suitable for us."

After Roca swung his spear twice, he looked at Zul seriously.

"The village in the northern border has just been established, so we can't arrange too many people to go there, otherwise there will be not enough food. The supply line from here to there is too long. We need to reclaim new farmland and build a new smelter there. and tanneries."

Zul was very happy with Roca's challenge, but he still discouraged him.

The northern villages are currently under development and cannot accommodate too many troll hunters stationed there.Continuing to send people may have to wait until the food currently planted there is mature and harvested.

Since the Zandalari tribe began to implement farming and animal husbandry on a large scale, the hunters in the tribe have switched careers one after another, either becoming farmers or herders.

There are also some elite hunters who are required by Dasa to become full-time warriors defending the tribe. Their daily affairs are training and exercising their fighting skills.

They don't have to participate in any work related to production.

Because of this, the Zandalari trolls don't hunt much anymore.

After dealing with the backlog of affairs on the desk, Daza could finally take a rest, he stretched himself and stood up from the ground.

"Thank you, Chief."

Lana smiled while holding the clay tablet that had been approved by Dasa.

"It's not easy for the two of you. It's almost dusk. You can have dinner tonight."

Dasa looked out the window, the sun had already set in the west.

"Well, for Roka's arrival, Suleiman and the others specially prepared a sumptuous meal."

Lana is very responsible as a housekeeper.

"Oh, the food made by Suleiman and the others, okay, that fellow Roca will have something to eat tonight. Let's go, let's go have dinner together."

Dasa said and took the lead to leave his cabin.

Speaking of food, Dasa is always grateful for the gift of Azeroth.

Edible plants in the Zandalar forest In addition to the plants they have found and domesticated as staple food, he also found many plants used for seasoning.

When Dasa came to the Bonfire Square, he found that Roca and Zul were already here, and they seemed to have chatted for a long time in front of the altar.

"How is the visit to the village? Have you started to like this place? Roca."

Dasa smiled and walked in front of the two.

"Of course, everything here is very new to me. I think the other trolls of the Flying Wing Tribe will like it here."

Roka smiled happily. After visiting the Zandalar village and hearing about Dasa from Zul, he was completely convinced of Dasa.

This young troll has done a lot of things he never thought possible.

"Come on, let's enjoy the delicious food that belongs to the Zandalari tribe."

Dasa saw Suleiman and his helpers carrying a wooden shelf table filled with their special food.

Some of these foods are packed in stoneware pots, and some are packed in wooden plates, which can be seen from the shape as a kind of barbecue.

But the taste of these barbecues is completely different from what Rocca usually eats, and it has a unique aroma.

And this fragrance is derived from the peppery taste that the Zandalari tribe collected and tried to grow successfully.

"Thank you guys, come on Roca, don't look at it, let's eat."

Dasa picked up a clay pot from the table and didn't care about heating it, and lifted off the leaf that was tied to the mouth of the pot to seal it.

This is a can of beef stewed potato soup, which is Dasa's favorite food now. He is really tired of eating barbecue and the like. In terms of food, he prefers stewed meat rather than roasted meat. from.

Roca picked up the bronze table knife inserted into the barbecue and cut the barbecue. He was not interested in the food in those clay pots.

"Roka, aren't you wondering where the Zandalari tribe got the confidence to take in so many trolls? The secret lies in those pots."

Like Dasa, Zul chose a stoneware pot, opened the sealed leaves, took a long-handled wooden spoon and drank it. His pot was wheat porridge.

Yes, it is wheat porridge made by directly stewing the harvested wheat grains for a long time.

Considering the current growing population of the Zandalari tribe, in order to feed such a large population with the limited food in the granary, Zul and Lana finally decided to start with the way the food is made.

Suleiman first tried the method of stewing, but he followed Dasa's suggestion at first, and now he ground the wheat grains into flour, sifted the husks of the wheat grains, and boiled the flour into a batter.

However, when Zul saw that the husks could be eaten by Archeopteryx and some small animals in the forest, he asked Suleiman to stop this waste of food.

I chose the method of stewing the whole grains of wheat, and it was this method of making food that ensured to the greatest extent that there was no hungry person in the Zandalari tribe with a population of nearly [-]. Dead troll.

And that's a great way to go for the vast majority of trolls.

Although this kind of wheat porridge Dasa doesn't like it very much.

Roca listened to Zuer's words, put down the bronze table knife in his hand, and chose a rough clay pot to open.

In this jar of his, besides coarse wheat grains, finely chopped minced meat is mixed with it, and it is stewed with salt, pepper, and garlic. The aroma of wheat mixed with the smell of meat and spices makes Roca All eyes widened.

"The main ingredient in it is wheat grains, a plant seed cultivated by the chief himself. Now this thing is the staple food of our Zandalari tribe."

Seeing that Roca didn't recognize him, Suleiman explained aloud.

Roca nodded, followed Dasa's example, picked up the wooden spoon on the side and drank.

Even though the wheat grains have been stewed for a long time, they still have a bit of a throat, but this kind of thing doesn't matter to Roca at all.

In short, it's a can of deliciousness.

"You are amazing. This is a delicacy that should be dedicated to Loa."

Rocca took a bite and watched Suleiman admire him.

"Lord Ghani and Lord Rezan don't like it, I think they might prefer meat."

Suleiman shrugged.

"That's right, that's it."

Roca nodded when he thought of the two prototypes of Rezan and Gani. A Devilsaur and a Stengnathosaur are not vegetarians.

"How about it, now you believe that we can guarantee that the people of the tribe will not go hungry."

Dasa had finished eating the food in the clay pot, put down the tableware contentedly, and looked at Roca.

"I believe it, this time I am convinced, I am completely convinced. Chief."

At this moment, Roca recognized Dasa from the bottom of his heart, and he could become the chief of their Flying Wing tribe.

With him here, his clansmen don't have to go hunting in such a dangerous way, and they can have enough food.

If he can guarantee the safety and food of the clansmen, then he is a qualified chief.

Now Dasa has achieved both of these points.

Rocca has nothing to let go of.

"Okay, then Warlord Roka, the sky hunters of the Zandalari tribe will depend on you."

Dasa was overjoyed to hear that.

"warlord?"

Roca did not understand the meaning of the word.

"It's the captain of the hunting team, but it manages more people than the hunting team in the past. It's equivalent to a chief who only cares about fighting."

Dasa simply explained the meaning of this word to Roca.

"Understood, Chief."

Roca understood now, it turned out to be the hunting captain of the tribe, he understood.

"Chief, there is a hunter from the Claw tribe at the gate of the village, and he said he has news for you."

As the three sat for dinner in the campfire plaza, a Zandalari warrior brought a message.

"Oh, let him come over then, just in time for our Zandalari dinner."

When Dasa heard that he was a hunter from the Claw tribe, he already roughly guessed what it was for.

When the hunter from the Claw Tribe was invited in front of Dasa, Dasa also learned the reason for his visit from the other party.

"Gonk's trial? Okay, I understand. Treat this hunter well, and he will be our clansman soon."

After Dasa listened to the other party's message, he invited someone to entertain the hunter from the Claw tribe.

It was also at this time that Roca realized that there was still a trial between Dasa and the Claw tribe.

"The trial of the chieftain of the Talon Tribe?!"

Roca was stunned when he heard about the content of the trial that Dasa was going to complete from Zul.

It turns out that this guy has already started to integrate the tribes of the trolls in the mountains of Zandalari?The Flying Wing Tribe was not the first target.

"Although I don't know what the trial of that guy Gonk is, but I believe that I can pass that trial."

Dasa cut off a piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth while chewing and talking.

"That's the test to select the chief, and it won't be easy. You have to think about it, Dasa."

Zul stared at him seriously, hoping his old buddy was fully prepared.

Every time Dasa leaves the tribe, his heart hangs until the other party returns to the tribe; he is angry and helpless for such Dasa.

What makes him angry is that the other party always puts himself in danger, but what is helpless is that he will get the help of the Loa God every time he is in danger.

It was as if the world was testing him and protecting him.

He is like a chosen one.

Zuer looked at the imageless Dasa eating barbecue, and the picture in his dream appeared before his eyes again in a trance.

"Hey, Zul. Are you feeling unwell? If you feel unwell, go to rest early. Although the tasks I entrust to you are very important, I don't want your own body to collapse first."

Daza looked at Zuer in a daze, and couldn't help but worry about his old buddy having some health problems.

"If you collapse, there is no one in the tribe who can succeed you. If you want to collapse, you have to wait until you train a successor to collapse."

Zuer was quite moved when he heard that Dasa cared about him, but when he heard this sentence, the emotion in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Well, this guy is just plain lucky!
The loa gods I met were all kind and generous gods. They didn't bother to care about mortals. That guy Dasa was just lucky.

"Don't worry, even if you die, I won't die!"

"Oh, you look very energetic. That's good, come and eat."

Dasa looked at Zur who came back to his senses and confronted him, and knew that his old buddy was still in good physical and mental condition, so he could continue to let him complete the task.

After a sumptuous dinner, Roca led by Lana to a newly built empty house, which will be his future residence.

Smelling the scent of wood and listening to the breeze outside the house, Roca fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by Dasa. He shouldn't have fallen asleep so easily.

"Oh, in order to ensure that you can sleep well, I put some herbs in your room to help you sleep and relax. It seems that you are sleeping well, Warlord Roka."

Zuer saw Roca's doubts and took the initiative to answer him.

"Thank you so much, but please don't play it next time."

A layer of cold sweat emerged on Roca's back after hearing this. He didn't expect the priest to do this.

Dasa didn't bother much about this matter, he just asked Roka to set off today to return to the cave of the Flying Wing tribe, and move the tribes there to the Zandalar village in batches, considering that the pterodactyls like to inhabit On the high mountain, Zuer specially dispatched a group of trolls to the village where they had taken refuge, and built a wooden frame on the high mountain there for the pterodactyls to rest.

And this group of people are all trolls from the Echo Tribe.

Zul didn't have a good impression of these trolls. If it weren't for the fact that these guys are all adult trolls with a strong labor force, he would want to drive these cowards away.

Even after accepting them, Zul chose to arrange for these guys such tiring tasks as mining, land reclamation, tree cutting, and foundation digging.

In his opinion, since these cowards are unwilling to go to the battlefield, they should stay behind and do everything for the soldiers in front.

"Okay, then the construction of the pterodactyl's new home will be handed over to you. I will go to the Claw tribe first to accept our new tribe."

Dasa turned over immediately after arranging the new job and rode on his Deinonychus. Under the guidance of the Talon tribe hunter, he left the Zandalari village and headed towards the Talon tribe's village.

During this period of rest, he has adjusted his body and spirit to the best state, and he is ready to face the trial of the chief of the Claw tribe.

He will not fail.

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