Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 58 Fire and Blood Tide

Just as Dasa planned, a death squad was formed, and the afterglow of the sun had completely dissipated in the sky.It is the white lady hanging high in the sky at this moment, but the blue child did not appear today.

"It's a pity that there is a moon."

Dasa looked at the crescent moon above his head before leaving, and he felt that the presence of the moon at such a night would affect the team's concealment.

"Chief, why don't you take part in this operation."

Kikchiko looked at Dasa and advised him.

"You kid wants to find yourself unhappy and just say it. If you talk nonsense, I will let you pull the dung in the latrine next time."

Dasa glared at the other party and finished speaking, then drove the Deinonychus on his crotch and rushed out of the village along the opened gate.

Kikchiko knew that after leaving the village, everyone's lives could only depend on himself.

The remaining nine troll hunters rode their velociraptors towards their pre-determined goals. The dark night shrouded their figures. Although there was a new moon hanging high in the sky, the moonlight could not keep up with them after all. compared to daylight.

The situation of the blood troll camp was also clarified through the last round of pterodactyl riders' investigation, and the breakdown of the blood trolls in this area.

Before leaving, Dasa carefully analyzed with the team members the various positions where they needed to ignite the flames.

It has been more than two months since the Zandalar Mountains entered the dry season, and the grass on this plain has turned yellow, and they are an excellent igniter due to lack of moisture.

The wind tonight is southerly again, and the wind blowing from the Zandalar Mountains is strong enough to burn the flames from south to north.

The purpose of Dasa's trip to set the fire was only one aspect, and more to use the momentum of the fire to attract the attention of other blood hunters, so that he could take those blood priests to a pot.

If those spellcasters are not only killed quickly, it will be a problem whether they can hold the northern villages.

After all, it was Dasa who underestimated the strength of those blood trolls.

He had never imagined that the white ghosts living in the Nazmir forest could gather such a large number of troops to invade the south, and there were so many blood priests and even blood mistresses to follow them.

There might even be a mistress of war directing behind this scene.

Now, he has no regret medicine to take, and Dasa does not regret his decision to build a northern village on the border of the Nazmir Forest.

It was precisely because of the establishment of the northern border village that he could truly understand the true strength of these blood trolls.

When Dasa rode the Deinonychus and touched the edge of the blood troll camp, he turned over and jumped off the back of the Deinonychus, because the next action would be easily exposed if he was still riding a mount.

Under the cover of night, Dasa managed to get rid of the blood troll's sentries in this camp.

Sneaking in, raising the knife and dropping it, Dasa already knew the process very well. These blood trolls were all sent to the Shadow Realm one by one by Daza in his sleep with his knife.

He can guarantee that these blood trolls killed by him will not suffer a bit.

After the small camp with only five trolls was wiped out by him, Dasa took out the tinder box that he had always carried in his arms,

Relying on the dry weeds next to the tent, it was easy to ignite the flames, and then the flames ignited the tent and the entire camp.

Because the camping of these blood trolls is careless and extremely chaotic, and the distance between tents and camps is very close. spread.

Under the blowing of the south, the bright flames burned bigger and bigger, one after another small camps were ignited, and the flames gradually connected together.

Kikchiko and other troll hunters also carefully sneaked into the blood troll's camp and successfully set fire to it. After watching the fire burn, they followed Dasa's order and shouted again.

"It's on fire! It's on fire! Hurry up and put out the fire!"

After shouting these, their task is completed, and they can retreat to the south.They won't be able to go back to the northern villages for a while, so they can only go south and go deep into the mountains of Zandalar.Follow-up can let the pterodactyl riders pick them up from the mountains.

Kikchiko and other death squads didn't know the real purpose of Dasa's trip. They thought that Dasa just wanted to take the opportunity to set a fire to reduce the number of blood trolls first.

They never imagined that their chief would be so reckless to attack the blood priests in the dark.

When the entire blood troll's camp was in chaos, Dasa finally found an opportunity to gradually penetrate into the tent area where the blood priests and blood mistresses lived under the cover of night.

Dasa shuttled around the edge of the crowd of the blood troll firefighting team, and cautiously walked towards his target tent area.

If you want to ask why he chose such a bold action plan, it is probably because of his fixed thinking path.

Think about it carefully, in the several crises that occurred on Azeroth, it can be said that they relied on the special operations of special personnel to directly kill the leader of the other party and survived the danger.

In a world full of magic like Azeroth, the power of the individual can surpass the power of the collective.

A powerful priest's strength and effectiveness in war are far superior to a group of ordinary troll hunters.

"Really, you have to ask such details without knowing your life or death."

While speaking, Daza pulled out a dagger from the heart of a blood hunter. The unlucky guy was killed by Daza because he asked too detailed questions.

Along the way, he had already killed no less than five such serious blood trolls.

At this moment, his position was very close to the tent settlements of the blood priests, unlike most areas where the blood hunters were stationed, which fell into chaos due to the spread of the fire.

The atmosphere here is no different from before the fire, it is still so quiet and orderly.

This order made Dasa somewhat suspicious, whether he had entered a camp of blood trolls.

Mother of Blood Chincha is reporting the situation of the fire in the camp to her superior, Mistress of Blood, Chichen Itza, who is also one of the leaders of the troops who organized the southern invasion this time.

"It's really a bunch of trash. They can't even do fire fighting well. It's no wonder that these guys are not worthy of living in the forest of Nazmir. If it wasn't for capturing enough sacrifices, these guys wouldn't even be able to get the gift of the blood god." There will be no chance. They are only worthy of being food for other priests and high-ranking hunters."

Chichen Itza was very dissatisfied with the blood mistress kneeling in front of her. Her group of blood hunters could actually set the camp on fire, something that shouldn't have happened.

"War Mother, my hunters are concentrating on putting out the flames, and will try their best not to let these flames continue to spread."

Qin Cha did not expect that such a big fire could be ignited within the scope of his camp.

"This flame is not that simple, it was deliberately set by the enemy."

While Chichen Itza was speaking, she keenly sensed Dasa who had sneaked out of the tent. She couldn't see any expression on her masked face, but she threw the bone spear in her hand before she said a word.

when!
The bone spear pierced through the skin of the tent and hit Daza's round shield heavily.

"Tustingoo!"

Based on the attitude of not acting since he was discovered, Dasa drew out the bright red long sword at his waist and slashed open the skin of the tent before rushing in.

Those blood-donating priests who couldn't react at all watched as the long sword in Dasa's hand cut off his own neck after drawing a graceful arc.

Blood gushed out and stained the tent red.

With a whirlwind slash, all the blood priests within the reach of the blade were slaughtered in an instant.

"It's you! Blasphemer!"

Chincha recognized the bright red long sword in Daza's hand, and the bright red spear carried on his back.

All these features were learned from Haka. After Dasa broke the will attached to the two weapons by Haka with his firm will, Dasa's name was completely resounded in the world. Among the tribes of the Blood Trolls in the Nazmir Forest.

And his name in it is - Blasphemer.

Dasa didn't mean to talk nonsense with these spellcasters. He wasted so much effort this time, and he deliberately ignited such a fire not to chat with these old blood trolls.

He just wanted to kill them.

The round shield rested on his shoulders, and the long sword held in his right hand sideways was placed on the edge of the shield and moved towards Qin Cha.

Layers of light red mist-like things blocked Dasa's actions, because this layer of blood mist-like barriers prevented him from killing Qincha with his sword.

This also left an opportunity for her to fight back.

"Thanks for the help of the war mother! Prepare to die! Blasphemer! For the blood god!"

After Qin Cha said, a bright red spherical shield suddenly rose from her body, firmly protecting her.This level of blood shield was the first time Dasa had seen in his life.

The bright red long sword in his hand could no longer ignore the opponent's blood shield as in the past, and every blow he made felt as if he had stabbed an oak shield.

The dull sound was also like chopping wood.

Since the blood mistress sealed herself in the egg, Dasa's target naturally looked at Chichen Itza, who seemed defenseless.

His figure flashed under the cover of the shield, and appeared in front of Chichen Itza. The long sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest like lightning.

"Blasphemer, I will purify you instead of my lord!"

A blood shield suddenly rose on Chichen Itza's chest, and the defensive effect of this shield was even greater than that of Qincha's blood shield.

The sound of the bright red sword hitting the shield was as if it was hitting a stone.

At the moment of the battle, the flames were already burning unstoppably. Although the blood hunters had tried their best to put out the fire, the reality of the dry season and the southerly wind from the Zandalar mountains made the fire more intense. more prosperous.

"Blasphemer, let's have a good look at the mighty power of our Lord!"

War Mistress Chichen Itza roared wildly and sharply and raised her hands high, and Blood Mistress Qincha beside her also cooperated with her.

Dasa held up his shield with a vigilant expression. He was already hesitating whether to retreat, after all, the fire had already burned.

If he didn't withdraw now, he might be surrounded by the flames.

time to go.

After the Blood Mistress Chincha finished chanting a lengthy incantation, her body suddenly exploded into a pool of blood, and the bodies of the blood hunters who had already started to escape outside the tent also exploded into balls of blood. Under the control of magic, they quickly gathered together, and with the support of magic power, they became more and more.

For the first time in his life, Dasa saw this kind of magical power comparable to a miracle.

A tide of bright red blood about five meters high!
This wave of blood rolled and rushed towards the spreading flames, and those raging fires collided with this bright red wave of blood like this.

The flames boiled the blood tide, and the blood tide also extinguished the fire that burned nearly half of the blood troll camp.

The conflagration planned and prepared by Dasa was extinguished by the war mistress with an unknown blood magic. This situation was something he had never thought of before.

It can be said that this time Dasa truly saw the mighty power of blood magic.

"You forced me to release this spell, and I also sacrificed a blood mistress, several blood priests, and nearly half of the blood hunters! This spell will not just be forgotten! Blasphemer!"

The mistress of war, Chichen Itza, knew how much she had paid for the spell she released, and it was not as easy as it seemed.

While speaking, this wave of blood rolled towards the northern villages. This level of blood can really break down their rammed earth walls. If the high walls are washed away, the Zandalari troops stationed in the northern villages It will really be in a desperate situation. Although the fire in Dasa burned some blood hunters, judging from the comparison of the total number of troops on both sides.

The number of blood trolls is still higher than the defenders of the northern villages!
This tide of blood must be stopped!
The easiest way to stop a spell is to kill the caster directly!
Dasa ignored the blood hunters who kept rushing from the surrounding area to support their own war mistress at this moment. Without the buff of blood magic, their combat effectiveness was not worth mentioning.

Putting away the long sword and shield, Dasa took off the bright red spear behind his back.

"One blow will determine the outcome! Since your evil god calls me a blasphemer, then don't mind if I kill more of its priests!"

Daza's body turned red while speaking, and he chose to go berserk again.

His anger was mobilized to the extreme at this moment, and the aura of anger showed a real light and shadow at this moment.

The entire spear lit up at this moment, and the flame-like anger on it caused the other blood hunters around to feel an emotion called fear.

With one shot, the shield shattered and the blood collapsed.

This shot can break through Paku's wind wall!

A mere blood shield?

But it's just ruins.

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