Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 57

In the northern villages, the tranquility of the past was broken by the noise of war.

The sounds of weapons colliding, the roars of soldiers, the desperate cries of the wounded and dying, and the generous speeches of the leaders to boost morale all converged into one voice at this moment.

The sound of war.

"Keep shooting rhythm! Fuck me, calm down! If anyone's hand shakes, I'll roll down and carry the arrow!"

Kikchiko shot at the blood trolls calmly and calmly with a big bow in one hand and an arrow in the other.

Occupying the advantage of the high walls of rammed earth, the archers of the Zandalari tribe have a superior shooting environment. The arrows shot by the three-meter-long bow far exceed the distance of throwing spears. This distance also ensures the safety of the archers. .

Of course, this security is only relative.

Under the blessing of their faith, those blood hunters who possessed the blessing of the blood god became fanatical to the point of fearing death.Even with several arrows in his body, he insisted on rushing into the shooting range of the spear, and threw the spear in his hand with his last breath.

Some archers who can't escape on the high wall will be hit by these spears.

Fortunately, with the protection of shields and armor, most of them only suffered some bruises.

There were also one or two unlucky ones who were shot in the head with a spear and died on the spot.

After the Zandalari trolls fired the first round of arrow rain in volley, they entered the stage of free shooting. There is only one requirement in this stage, and that is to use as few arrows as possible to kill a large number of arrows far exceeding The blood trolls of the Zandalari Troll Defenders.

These blood trolls, who like to charge in close formation, are excellent moving targets for the Zandalari archers.

In the War Discussion Hall, Dasa's face was flushed, obviously he was still angry at the moment.

And Rocca and Manco sat in front of him and tried to persuade him.

The two warlords had experienced the chief's madness during their battle with Dasa. If he went crazy regardless of his care, he would even bet his own life.

But these two dare not let Dasa take a gamble at this time. During the battle of defending the city just now, Dasa noticed that a high wall was attacked desperately by blood hunters. Jude raised his long sword and killed them, and with two or three strokes, he dealt with the blood trolls who were attached to the city by ants.

Excited, Dasa leaped down from the high defensive wall and plunged headlong into the blood hunters' formation.

Daza just smashed straight into the enemy's army formation. The moment he landed, he trampled to death two blood hunters, and the sword in his hand pierced one on the spot.

"The Zandalari live forever!"

Dasa's performance greatly encouraged all Zandalari hunters who were fighting, but he also attracted the attention of other blood priests present.

One by one, the blood magic came towards Dasa.

Despite his extraordinary fighting power, killing those white ghosts is like killing chickens even in the enemy's formation, but when facing these weird blood magic, he should be terrified.

After damaging two shields, he fled back to the village in embarrassment.

"Damn caster!!!"

Dasa's grievances are only understood by himself. Facing those noble spellcasters, he can't use all his martial arts skills at all, especially when those noble spellcasters have sufficient meat shields.

"Chief, your heroism just inspired us all, but you were too impulsive."

Roka's forehead was also throbbing with veins. He really couldn't imagine what would happen to the Zandalari tribe if Dasa really died in front of the northern village.

"Dasa! You bastard, wake me up! Calm down! You are not a troll, you are the chief of our Zandalari trolls! You are still in danger at this time!"

Manco was also very excited. He admitted that Dasa's jump and shocking slogan just now really made his blood boil, but the other party's risky move also made him feel terrified.

This young chief was too egotistical. He didn't consider the danger that such an adventure would bring to the entire tribe if it failed.

Maybe he thought about it, but his arrogance made him choose to believe that he could do it.

"I want to kill those spellcasters, those blood priests must die!"

Dasa gritted his teeth and recalled the positions of the blood priests who attacked him. He knew how much the existence of these spellcasters would change the entire war, and he also knew why these blood hunters became so powerful. It also all benefited from the blood magic of those blood priests.

Therefore, he wanted to deal with those blood priests immediately.

However, he still overestimated his strength.

Successive victories during this period made him seriously misjudge his own strength, especially after he passed the trial given to him by the Loa gods, his confidence in his own strength reached blindness degree.

This battle gave him a slap in the face.

It also made him calm down again, although this slap also brought him an unparalleled sense of humiliation.

"Of course we know that those blood priests are the key to making those white ghosts stronger, but our attack can't reach those guys at all. Those girls are very careful to hide themselves in the army of white ghosts. After the first blood priest shot by you appeared, all the blood priests were very careful not to appear in our attack range."

Roka also wanted to kill those blood priests. He also knew where the key points of the opponent in this war were, but the Zandalari tribe couldn't go through the army of blood hunters to kill those blood priests.

As the war continues, more and more blood is shed on both sides of the battlefield, and the entire battlefield is becoming more and more beneficial to those blood trolls. Because of the existence of blood priests, every drop of blood on the battlefield will be melted. Be their energies, and these energies will eventually act on the Zandalari tribe.

The three of them knew this well, and Dasa was also eager for the situation, so he got excited, and jumped off the high wall emotionally, trying to surprise those blood priests.

Similarly, he also had too many blood hunters and the blood priests hid so well that he had no chance to get close to them.

It's not for nothing that Roca tried to raid the blood-donating priests from the sky, and those wind snakes who were still in large numbers told him who had the air supremacy over the blood trolls' formation.

"So, we have to find a way to deal with those blood priests."

Dasa wiped his face to calm himself down again. He walked quickly to a map hanging in the War Discussion Hall while talking.

It clearly marked the troop deployment of the two sides in the battle at the moment, and the information about the blood trolls was detected by those brave pterodactyl riders.

"I suggest that we just guard the village in the northern border honestly and ensure the safety here. We don't have to fight the group of blood priests to the death with them. We don't have the strength now."

Manco persuaded Dasa, hoping that the chief would calm down, and stop being so excited that he would raid the group of blood priests by himself.

"Not that strong? Who said that?"

When Dasa heard this, he was a little unhappy. He felt that Manco was just cowardly.

"If you want to kill those blood priests in one blow without being dragged down by those blood trolls, the only way is to raid them directly, but we need a lot of manpower for this raid, and we will lose a lot of manpower after the raid. It was a doomed attack."

Rocca was talking about his own opinion, and while talking, he pointed to the direction of attack with his finger on the map.

"In broad daylight, it's definitely not feasible to raid those old women directly, and we don't have that many troops, so I'm going to launch a night raid."

Dasa recalled the night attack he launched in the depths of the Nazmir forest. In that battle, he alone wiped out a blood troll settlement, including a blood priest.

Now, he plans to do it again.

"Night attack? We don't even know the tents of those blood priests, so how can we attack at night? Besides, I don't think those white ghosts would be so stupid as not to guard against our night attack."

Manco also opposed Dasa's proposal. He believed that the stability of the current situation would be the greatest victory.

"You two, really think that we can defend the offensive of those blood trolls with these rammed earth walls? Don't be kidding, how many blood spells have you seen? There is a blood spell that can instantly kill our high Did you know the wall melted through a big hole?!
Let me tell you, we have no chance of winning unless we completely kill the group of blood priests. "

Dasa frowned and looked at the two warlords, feeling extremely anxious in his heart.

He wasn't sure if those blood priests would take action once the northern villages were unable to attack for a long time, but he remembered the true skills of the blood god Haka.

He doesn't need to give those priests any other spells. He just needs to let those priests release the Plague of Harkar in the northern villages, which is enough to break the will of the defenders here.

As long as the siege is long enough, the entire northern village will die of the Harkar plague.

Regarding the mysterious side, the two warlords naturally have no right to speak, and the blood troll spells they have seen really do not have Dasado.

This troll was alone in the depths of the Nazmir forest, and what he said was not unreasonable.

"If what you said, chief, is true, then I agree to this risky operation, but there is a premise that you cannot participate. I will lead the team."

After Manco thought for a moment, he finally let go, but he still prohibited Dasa from participating in this operation.

"Nonsense, if I don't participate in this operation, you are likely to take the team into the ditch. This time is a night attack, do you two have good eyesight at night? Listen, when I led the raid, the village I leave the defense to you two."

The reason why Dasa dared to lead the team to attack at night was because he suddenly discovered that his vision at night became much clearer, and he could see clearly many places where he could not see his fingers before.

On nights with this moon, his night vision is exactly the same as during the day.

Because of this, he had the confidence to lead the commando to raid the blood priests.

"You are the chief! You are the chief of the tribe. If you leave the other tribes alone and become a leader of the assault, you are irresponsible to all our trolls."

Roca continued to urge Dasa, he really didn't want to put his chief at risk.

"I know this is an extremely dangerous operation, and that's why I insist on going. Both of you have sufficient experience, and that's why I let you two manage the village while I'm away .If you are worried, just ask the loa gods. You must know that I am the chief of the Zandalari tribe."

Dasa got up and left the War Discussion Hall after he finished speaking. He was going to call up the men who participated in the night attack. The best manpower was actually the hunters from the Echo Tribe. Thanks to Sirik's care, these giants Demons and their activities adapted to the dark environment.

It's a pity that few of these trolls have courage and courage.

The two warlords, Roca and Manco, fell silent after watching Dasa leave the war room on his own.

The two knew very well that it was impossible for them to persuade the young chief.

Neither words nor fists could persuade him.

The number of personnel involved in the night attack was quickly determined, and there were ten people including Dasa.

This is a death squad, because their actions this time are destined to be full of danger.

According to the latest report from the pterodactyl riders, those blood trolls have already started to set up camps near the villages in the northern border.

The blood hunters all act together in their own settlements, and camping is no exception. As for those blood priests, they should live together with the blood hunters under their own jurisdiction, but the classes of both sides doom these blood priests. Will be stationed in the same place as the blood hunters they look down on.

Instead, they will choose to gather around the tent of the blood mother.

"Is the news reliable?"

Daza looked at the sky under the setting sun, and asked the pterodactyl rider beside him who had just returned from reconnaissance.

"reliable."

The rider didn't say a word, he can guarantee that his information is accurate.

"Very well, go and rest."

Daza was very satisfied with the other party's answer, he patted the other party's shoulder and signaled the other party to go to rest.

The next step is to wait for the sky to completely darken, and he is ready to drown the spellcasters in their own blood.

What about the blood mistress, he has already killed two blood mistresses, at worst, there will be more!

As the sun fell, the blood troll's offensive also stopped.

It's not because those blood priests found that night is not suitable for attacking the city, but because they are tired and need to rest.

Therefore, the troops were withdrawn and the war was stopped.

Dasa looked at the retreating blood trolls.

"Since you're done fighting, it's Lao Tzu's turn next."

　PS: It's Saturday!You can rest and sleep late!sleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)