Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 64 The Awakened Chief

Darkness, mist, whispers of the unknown.

Dasa had never felt such a strange feeling before, he tried to listen to the whispers, but unfortunately he couldn't understand the content of the whispers at all, so he had to give up in the end.

He knew that he had fallen into a coma from his injuries, and he still remembered the situation he was in before the coma.

I was still fighting on the battlefield with the war mistress of the blood trolls. This was a battle that blocked the lives of both parties.

Me, did I win?
Dasa's drowsy consciousness gradually became active, and he began to recall and think about the outcome of that battle.

The monstrous blood tide was broken by him, and the war mistress of the blood troll was also nailed to death on the scorched earth by a single shot. He seemed to have won.

No, I haven't completely chopped off that guy's head yet!

Dasa vaguely remembered that the other party was still struggling before he passed out of a coma, and he did not ensure the other party's death.

So, is he already dead?
die?

No, I still have a lot of things to do in Azeroth, and many places I want to see!
He can't just go to the Shadow Realm!
The sleeping consciousness seemed to have resurfaced from the deep sea. The darkness and fog quickly faded with the awakening of his consciousness, replaced by a faint light that slowly magnified in his consciousness.

"Aha!"

Dasa opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed reflexively.

Then, he felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue surged up in his body, and the upper body that sat up suddenly swayed and collapsed on the bed again.

Deng!
The movement in the bedroom caught the attention of the guards at the door. The closed wooden door was suddenly opened, and the two guards found that Dasa had woken up from a coma.

"The chief is awake! Go and inform Captain Kikchico! The chief is awake! The chief is awake!"

While giving instructions to his companions, a guard quickly came to Dasa's side, carefully helped him up from the bed, and sat on the head of the bed.Then he picked up a glass of water from the desk and handed it to Dasa.

Dasa took the glass of water and drank it without saying a word.

"Ha, ha, ha, um, thank you."

After drinking this glass of water, Dasa felt that his spirit was much better, and his physical fatigue was also much better because of it.

"Chief, it's great to wake up!"

Supporting the Dasa guard is also very emotional at the moment. As a troll hunter in the beginning of the Zandalari tribe, he has witnessed how the Zandalari tribe has grown from a small tribe of less than 3000 people step by step. The expansion has become a super tribe with a population of more than [-] today.

He didn't want Dasa to die like this.

"Chief! Chief! Loa here! It's good of you to wake up!"

There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and then Kikchiko rushed into the bedroom where Dasa was resting, watching Dasa who was sitting on the bed and drinking water happily walked forward.

"It seems that I didn't die in that raid, who rescued me?"

After Dasa drank two glasses of water, his mind gradually cleared up, and he gradually recalled the last scene of the night attack that night. At that time, he wanted to cut off the head of the war mother with his own hands. of.

It's a pity that his body couldn't hold on at the last moment.

"Both Warlord Roca and Warlord Manco personally commanded troops out of the village to rescue you, and they also snatched you back from the hands of those white ghosts."

Kikchiko also told Dasa how thrilling the last moments of that night were.

When Dasa heard that he had sacrificed about 20 Zandalari hunters for saving him, he was silent, because he did not expect that the Zandalari hunters would lose so much in the battle that night, and these hunters were still because of him And sacrificed.

"They are all good. What happened to their families? I will come to the door and apologize to their families."

After being silent for a while, Dasa raised his head to look at Kikchiko and asked about the families of the victims.

"They are all in Zandalar villages, and some hunters are the only one in their family. Chief, don't be too sad. In this war against the blood troll, each of our hunters is ready to die get ready."

Kikchiko looked at the heavy-faced Dasa and let out a voice of relief. He knew how much his chief loved his people, which is why he became a man who likes to take risks and obtain the greatest benefits at the smallest cost. of the Chief.

"Really? Those hunters are all good, they are all good. By the way, what about Manco Warlord and Roca Warlord? Tell them to wait for me in the war conference hall. I will go there right away and discuss with them." The second phase of the combat mission to deal with those blood trolls."

Feeling the weakness coming from his body, Dasa struggled to stand up from the bed.

He had never felt that his body was so weak, and he was so powerless.

"Chief, the two warlords are not in the northern village."

Kikchiko hurriedly supported Dasa who was a little unsteady on his feet.

"Not in the village? Where did they go? Didn't you tell them to stick to the village?!"

Daza frowned when he heard this, and fixed his eyes on Kikchiko who was supporting him.

"They received a request for help from the Horn Tribe and led a team of more than 80 people to support them. The high priest is also in this team."

Kikchiko was frightened by Dasa's gaze, and quickly explained.

"That fellow Zuer also followed? Isn't this nonsense?! He is a priest who stays in the village in charge of housekeeping. What kind of battlefield does he follow! Go, arrange a pterodactyl for me, take Here comes my armor and weapon!"

Dasa couldn't sit still when he heard that Zul was also following this support force to the battlefield of the Horn Tribe.

He pushed away Kikchiko who was supporting him, and ordered him to prepare the pterodactyl and his own weapons immediately.

"Chief, you are already like this, you still want to go to the battlefield?!"

Kikchiko was in a hurry, he looked at Dasa who couldn't stand still, and looked a little haggard because he hadn't eaten for five days; it was impossible for him to follow Dasa's order at this moment.

"What nonsense are you talking about, that guy in Zur who struggled to kill a chicken is on the battlefield, how can I sit still as the chief of the tribe! I said go and prepare a pterodactyl for me! Bring me my armor and weapons!"

Dasa became even more unhappy when he heard Kikchiko say this. He felt that even in this state, he could fight three Zurs. His old buddy had already kissed the front line. How bad the situation has become.

Seeing such a stubborn Dasa, Kikchiko had no other choice. He gestured to the guard at the side, signaling the other side to follow Dasa's request, while he himself stayed in Dasa's place in silence. beside.

He was really worried about the physical condition of his chief at the moment.

The guard also hesitated for a moment, and finally left the room helplessly, and went to prepare the pterodactyl and his armaments for him according to Dasa's request.

"Come on, let's go to the pterodactyl habitat now. The pterodactyl should be ready. My weapons are also in the armory over there."

After standing for a while, Dasa got used to his current frail body, and he was able to stand still and walk slowly, and he no longer needed Chikchiko to help him.

He staggered out of the wooden house and went outside. It was now noon, and the scorching sun was scorching the land.

Two days ago, a brief drizzle of rain signaled the end of the dry season in the Zandalar Mountains.

The reason why the rain fell so quickly was because of the fire set off by Dasa's team.

Stepping on the ground where the soil was still damp, feeling the temperature of the sun above his head, Dasa felt his somewhat chilly body warm up.

Open your arms and embrace the rays of the sun.

It's so warm.

Dasa raised his head, enjoying the sunshine and felt a burst of comfort.

Kikchiko stood silently behind him, looked at Dasa basking in the sun without saying anything, and took a plate of freshly prepared food from the guard who rushed back from the side.

"Chief, since you insist on going to the frontline battlefield, eat something before you go."

"Well, you're right. Chic Chico, I'm really hungry. Well, very fragrant meat porridge, thank you."

Dasa picked up the wooden tray that Kikchiko handed over, on which was a clay pot filled with freshly cooked meat porridge.

After wolfing down the can of meat porridge, Dasa felt that his weak body had begun to regain some strength, which was good news.

After eating and drinking, Dasa no longer walked tremblingly. Although his pace was still not fast, it was much more steady than when he just woke up.

"Chief, your armor and weapons."

Daza came to the armory where the pterodactyl perch was located, and his weapons were already placed on a long table.

"Thank you for your hard work."

After counting his own armor, Dasa put on his own armor while talking. After putting on everything, Kikchiko was going to take him to the village of the Sharp Horn Tribe himself.

However, his idea was rejected by Dasa.

"In the current northern village, you, the garrison officer of the northern region, are the ones who can take on the responsibility of defense. If you leave, who will be in charge of the defense and command here? Let that guy Karaman come! Zandalar He is still needed in the village, and the only one who can stay here is you, Kikchiko."

Daza put his hands on the other's shoulders, stared at the other's eyes and said solemnly.

"Since that's the case, why don't you just stay here to recover from your injuries, Chief?"

Kikchiko's temper also came up.

"What nonsense, the high priest has already gone to the front line, how can I, a chief, hide behind and be a coward?! Don't worry, I will be fine."

After Daza finished speaking, he turned and climbed into the saddle of the pterodactyl prepared for him and waved goodbye.

The pterodactyl carrying Dasa finally took off and headed towards the village of the Jianjiao tribe. Kikchiko looked at Dasa going away with a complicated expression, and the worries and depression in his heart could only be turned into a cry of powerlessness in the end. sigh.

In the village of the Sharp Horn Tribe, on the bonfire square, Zuer is organizing a new battle meeting.

Just after the troops of the Zandalari tribe ended the battle to guard the village of the Sharp Horn tribe, they received a distress message from the Thunder tribe. Like the orderlies of the Horn Tribe.

They were all bruised and dying.

Fortunately, with the treatment of the Zul Potion, the dying messenger of the Thunder Tribe survived, and it also brought the sad news that the Thunder Tribe would not be able to hold on.

"Let's talk about it, how do you think about this matter?"

Zuul sat on the main seat and looked around at the several warlords around him.

"The current strength of our side is not enough. It is really unable to deploy troops to support the Thunder tribe."

Roca is still opposed this time. In this battle to support the Sharp Horn Tribe, his pterodactyl rider squad has already sacrificed five pterodactyl riders, and there are not many teammates who came out with him. up.

"I think that our current main task target is the group of blood trolls entrenched between the village of Jianjiao and the Thunder Tribe camp. As for the task of rescuing the Thunder Tribe, I think we can put it later."

On the simple map that Manco drew on the ground, he pointed to the mark that marked the blood troll settlement.

"Our Sharphorn tribe has reorganized the Direhorn heavy cavalry in the past few days, so we can participate in this support operation; and I can promise to persuade the chieftain of the Thunder tribe, Latza, to join us."

Yaval said that he and his Direhorn heavy cavalry team will participate in this rescue operation. The relationship between the Sharp Horn Tribe and the Thunder Tribe is still good, and he does not want to give up this rescue operation.

After listening to the opinions of the three warlords, Zuer looked at the crude map drawn on the ground, and began to weigh in his heart.

He is also hesitating whether to send troops to rescue the Thunder tribe now. Although the opponent's village is only a day and a half away from the west of the Jianjiao village, the number of blood trolls besieging there must not be small.

In this way, it must be a fierce battle like the previous support for the Sharp Horn Tribe.

Facing such a choice, Zuer hesitated.

"High priest! Good news! Good news!"

While Zul was meditating, a Zandalari troll orderly rushed over excitedly outside the campfire square.

"What's the matter? So happy?"

Manco looked at the messenger strangely.

"Chief, the chief is awake. Besides, he is already on his way here."

After the orderly took a few breaths, he told everyone the "good news".

The four of them were all silent after hearing the news. None of them thought that Daza would wake up at this time, and this guy gave everyone a big job as soon as he woke up!

What are you doing, a guy who just recovered from a serious injury, came to the battlefield? !

"Dasa! You bastard!"

After Zuul heard the news, he was already ready to take out the pottery plate.

He was really going to smash the letter of guarantee signed by Dasa himself in that guy's face!

This guy is too capricious!

　PS: It’s Saturday today, I slept late so I posted late, sorry, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)