Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 55 The Beacon in the North

The news brought by this pterodactyl rider shocked all the trolls in the Zandalari tribe. The large-scale changes of the blood trolls in the Nazmir forest all indicate that these guys are preparing to rush out of the Nazmir forest , have marched into the Zandalari Mountains.

A massive southward invasion is about to begin, which will be a disaster for all the trolls living in the mountains of Zandalar.

"Have you informed the Horn Tribe and the Thunder Tribe about this?"

After the rider marked the location of the blood troll's change on the huge map, Dasa asked.

"Not yet, after I discovered the changes of those white ghosts, I rushed back immediately, and another companion from the northern border went to warn."

The rider shook his head.

"Well, you go and rest first."

Dasa waved the hard-working pterodactyl rider to rest.

In front of this huge map, only a group of high-level personnel of the Zandalari tribe remained.

"Chief, what should we do?"

Karaman looked at the densely packed blood troll marks marked on the map, and he panicked for a while.

"I'm going to the northern village in person, and I'll be leaving soon."

Dasa's gaze was firmly fixed on the icon marking the northern villages on the map.

"As the chief of the tribe, you cannot go to the front line without authorization at this time. Dasa, you cannot choose to take risks at this time."

Zul is very opposed to his friend going to the front line in person, especially since the Zandalari tribe has a population of more than [-] people, there is no need for him to go to the front line in person.

"As the chief of the tribe, I have the obligation and responsibility to stay with the tribe. I ordered the tribe to go north to build a village in the north, in order to block the white ghosts in the Nazmir forest from the river. On the other hand, I can't abandon them at this time."

Dasa directly vetoed Zuer's advice. He didn't want to be a leader who would only stay in a safe place behind and watch the frontline soldiers fight.

Hearing what Dasa said, even though Karaman and Lana wanted to persuade them, they just fell silent in the end with gloomy faces. They knew very well that they could not persuade the chief at all.

"Contact Warlord Manco and Warlord Roca to prepare their troops to go to the northern villages. Lana will mobilize a new batch of pioneers and let them report to the northern villages someday. Their help is indispensable for this great battle .”

Dasa stared at the map for a while and began to issue orders.

"Yes, Chief."

Lana and Karaman took down Dasa's order.

"Chief, when will the group of priests go north?"

Zul looked at his good friend and asked about the mission of the priests.

"The priests stay in the village, and the production management in the rear will be handed over to you. Zuer, you priests, can manage the village on my behalf."

Dasa glanced at several priests of the priesthood, and finally chose to keep these rare cultural people behind.

Blood magic is very powerful, he knows it.However, the spells used by the trolls in the Zandalari mountains are mostly divine spells provided by the loa gods they enshrine. much less.

In other words, the trolls of the Zandalar Mountains have far fewer spellcasters than the blood trolls of Nazmir.

These blood trolls also rely on blood magic to repeatedly invade the mountains of Zandalari to wantonly attack the troll tribes living in them.

Spellcasters are very valuable talents, and Dasa is reluctant to let these treasures of the tribe go to the front line to fight against the priests of the blood trolls.

After all, the current Zandalari tribe is still too poor compared to the blood trolls.

The poverty mentioned here does not mean resource poverty or material poverty.

It's poor in the accumulation of spellcasters, and poor in mystical knowledge.

Dasa knew very well that in Azeroth, a world where mysterious magic really existed, those spells were equivalent to the high-end productivity and high-level scientific knowledge of his previous life.

Only by mastering that knowledge and productivity can the trolls of the Zandalari tribe gain a firm foothold in this world.

"Chief, it is impossible for us to let you go to the battlefield alone, and our priesthood is not a bunch of waste."

Sirock still remembered Dasa's evacuation from the Nazmir Forest to cover them. He no longer wanted to experience the bloody battle of the chief at the front line, while he waited for others to survive in the rear.

"Sirok is right, Dasa, you have already kissed the front line, how can you let us stay in the village with peace of mind? Can we sit still?"

Zul is very supportive of Sherlock's words.

He really knows his old friend too well, and his reckless character is too easy to be used by spellcasters. As priests in the tribe, their role is manifested at this time.

"I know you are worried about my safety, but you should finish listening first. This time we are the defenders, and I will not easily lead the army out of the village to fight with those blood trolls, so you don't have to worry about me being killed. Those blood priests plotted."

Looking at the Loa priests in the priesthood, Dasa knew that they insisted on going to the northern village because they were worried about their own safety, so he had to reassure these priests.

The Zandalar village must be guarded by high-ranking members. As the chief, he goes to the front line, and the priests in the tribe will take on the responsibility of managing and guarding the village.

"You won't lead the army to leave easily? So, you will still lead the army out of the city to chase those blood trolls? Or, are you going to take risks alone again?"

Zul squinted his eyes and stared at Dasa. He listed all the war situations his old friend had experienced during this period of time. No matter what the other party said, he could not feel at ease.

Dasa, you are so adventurous.

"Tsk, good. I promise, this time I will sit in the northern village, and I won't go anywhere else, that's fine.

Dasa curled his lips helplessly after hearing Zuer's words.

He didn't refute, because what Zul said was the truth.From the defense of his homeland not long ago to the valley trial later, he chose a way that almost hurt both sides and won the victory with a dangerous result every time.

"You make a statement."

After Zuer finished speaking, Kula at the side handed a blank clay tablet, knife and pen to Dasa.

"Good guy! Was this guy already prepared?!"

Dasa looked at Zul with a dark face, then at Kura who was holding a blank clay tablet and knife and pen; finally sighed helplessly and carved on the clay tablet that he promised not to act impulsively .

"Priest Kula, send this clay tablet to the kiln later, and let Kirker burn it into bricks. I want to keep it forever."

Zul watched Dasa engrave these contents, turned around and asked Kura to send the clay tablet to the kiln to be fired into bricks. He decided to keep the handwritten note written by Dasa. Fortunately, the other party violated it. It's time to take it out and hit him in the face, so that he can calm down.

"Are you satisfied now? Don't worry? Let me tell you that instead of worrying about me being plotted by the blood troll spellcasters, you should find a way to train a group of spellcasters for the tribe to fight against those blood priests."

Dasa stared at Zuer with a dark face. He also knew that the other party did this because he was worried about his own safety, but he felt very humiliated by doing so.

"Well, we also want to cultivate a group of reliable priest apprentices as soon as possible, but it will take a long time."

When talking about the training of spellcasters, Zuer also became helpless.

The cultivation of a priest is by no means an easy task. It takes a lot of time and experience. It needs to be carefully taught by an old priest. He also needs to be taught to believe in the Loa gods he serves from the heart, and the most crucial Those mysterious spells can only be obtained with the approval of the loa god.

"I don't care about that kind of thing, I just want the result. Zuer, how to train spellcasters is your business. I only want one result, and that is the result that our spellcasters can fight those blood priests on the frontal battlefield. "

Dasa doesn't care how difficult it is to train a spellcaster, he has done his best to provide sufficient material conditions for the training of these spellcasters.

How to cultivate the rest is the matter of the priesthood.

Moreover, he also told Zul in advance that he should use the strange spells of the loa gods to trace the essence of their power, and then develop a set of energy systems that can be mastered by mortals even without the loa gods. .

Voodoo is a good place to start.

Although the prerequisites for using it are a bit harsh and require a lot of herbs and related items to prepare, the birth of this thing also proves that the mortal race can master the power of the mysterious side without believing in those loa gods.

"Yes, I see. Chief."

Zul only nodded when he heard what Dasa said.

After a meeting, Dasa got on a pterodactyl driven by a pterodactyl rider and headed towards the village in the north.Only the priests of the priesthood were left to take charge of the management and defense of the village.

"What a domineering guy, isn't he?"

Rezan's phantom appeared behind Zul, looking at the pterodactyl going away and said.

"He's just too anxious. Does Your Majesty have any good suggestions?"

Zul was not angry because of Dasa's words, because he knew that his old buddy said such words out of trust in him.

As he used to say to himself.

For unknown things and things that you don’t understand, let those who know and understand be responsible, and don’t make ridiculous behaviors of laymen commanding experts.

"Hmph, it can be seen that you are really planning to go deep into the forest of Nazmir to wipe out those blood trolls. I can lend you my strength, and I also know what that guy Dasa intends deep in his heart."

Rezan is not a fool, he naturally knows Dasa's thoughts.

By contacting the magical power of the loa gods, we can study these powers in depth, so as to master the six original forces in the universe.

And then completely get rid of the embarrassing situation of borrowing power from the Loa gods.

But Rezan didn't mind this at all, because he didn't believe that these sheltered mortals could do what Daza expected.

Holy Light is not so easy to grasp.

"I implore Your Majesty Rezan and the Loa to provide strength to our hunters."

Zul learned from Machu Picchu how powerful the velociraptor riders had become after receiving the blessings of the Loa gods during Dasan's valley trial. He hoped that the Zandalari stationed in the northern village would Warriors can also get that gift.

"Other guys, go and talk to them yourself. Here, you can find a group of smart enough guys to learn from."

Rezan agreed to Zul's application, but the other loa needed these mortals to communicate by themselves.

Zuer was overjoyed when he heard that, and immediately selected a group of qualified children from among those young children to send to the altar. They will be fortunate enough to be personally guided by Rezan.

With Rezan making such a start, Gonk and other loa gods also joined in, and they also wanted to try to teach these mortals to master the spells they were born to master through Freya's gift.

Mortals are mortals after all, such teaching and learning is destined to be a long process.

The defensive war of the villages in the north is doomed not to wait for the moment when these young spellcasters become useful.

Dasa met with the warlords Roca and Manco in the war dispute hall of the village in the north. The three of them had just arrived here. As the garrison officer in charge of the garrison here, Kikchiko was reporting to the three Changes in the northern Nazmir Forest.

"So, you have already seen the figures of those white ghosts?"

Manco looked at Kikchiko with his arms folded.

"Yes, Warlord Manco. Our scouts have detected the movement traces of the blood trolls' large troops many times. In addition, the outposts outside the village have also witnessed the movement traces of some blood trolls small groups of hunters. "

Kikchiko pointed out one by one on a map while talking.

"What's the situation like now? Is there any news from the Horn Horn Tribe and the Thunder Tribe?"

Dasa rubbed his chin and stared at the map.

"We have set up secret sentries in the shoals of the big river. Once a large army of blood trolls passes by, we will know immediately. The beacon fire warning stack you gave us has already started to be used. As for the two tribes, there is no news yet. Come."

While Kikchiko was speaking, a soldier rushed in in a hurry.

"Emergency! Beacon smoke is burning at the mouth of the shallow river! The blood trolls have crossed the river!"

Hearing the news, Dasa immediately rushed out of the war room. He headed for the pterodactyl nest, picked up a pterodactyl rider and took him into the air, heading towards the place where the smoke billowed. direction.

And followed by Roca and a team of pterodactyl hunter guards he urgently led.

The war has begun again.

　PS: Well, the latest news.As far as the current average order of my book is concerned, I can't get full attendance.However, this is also the best result of all my books!The next step is to speed up the pace of the plot.You have no problem.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)