Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 69 The Power of Fisako

Longse's attacking force was killed by the Zandalari reinforcements led by Dasa. When the blood mistress Longse was beheaded by Daza's sword, it meant that the blood trolls' attack failed. .

Without a front-line commander, the blood priests could only choose to fight on their own, and they all invariably locked their main targets on the reinforcements of the Zandalari tribe who were interspersed with the attack. These blood priests thought they could rely on their own outnumbered Zandalari reinforcements.

But it was just an egg hitting a rock. Their blood magic did cause a lot of casualties to the reinforcements of the Zandalari tribe, but they couldn't kill them all in an instant. After the potion formulated by voodoo, it didn't take long to rejoin the battle.

In the end, the chaotic bloodhunters fell to the spears of the Zandalari forces.

The heads of several blood priests also became Dasa's trophies hanging on his waist.

After the Thunder tribe had Zandalari reinforcements to disrupt the situation, Latza led the army to repel the blood trolls who attacked their village again, and successfully took their gate back, and the people who besieged the village The blood hunters also retreated on a small scale due to the death of the blood priests.

The Thunder Tribe village rescue campaign is now over.

After Dasa killed Longsai and found that the army of the blood trolls had retreated, he led the reinforcements and went straight to the village of the Thunder tribe.

After all, the most important thing at present is to join forces. Compared with the blood trolls, the number of reinforcements from the Zandalari tribe is too small. The victory of the entire battle, but in such a surprise attack tactics, many hunters were killed.

Latza rode on his Thunder Lizard mount, and stood outside the gate with a smile on his face, looking at Dasa who was leading the army.

At this moment, he is very grateful for the timely support of the Zandalari tribe. If such a troop hadn't inserted into the blood troll's forward army in time and killed the blood mistress in one fell swoop, would the Thunder tribe have survived? Keeping it is really a big problem.

"Thank you very much for your assistance, Chief Dasa."

When Dasa approached on the Deinonychus, Latza turned over and jumped off, and quickly walked in front of him.

"What reason do you need to rescue the troll tribe together?"

Daza looked down at Latza from the back of the Deinonychus.

"Please come in, you and your warriors have worked hard, our Thunder Tribe will entertain you well tonight!"

Although Latza felt a little strange when he heard Dasa's words, he didn't think too much about it. He boldly brought Dasa and his troops into the village of Thunder Tribe.

In the previous battles, most of the villages of the Thunder Tribe fell, and many houses were destroyed in the struggle to regain them.

It looks like the buildings along the way are in ruins.

"Your war is really tragic."

Yaval walked on the road and looked around at the collapsed wooden houses, sighing for a while.

"Yaval, how is the situation in your village?"

Latza discovered Yaval through the Direhorn heavy cavalry in the reinforcements, and started a conversation with him.

"It almost turned into what you are here. It was the Zandalari tribe who saved us. Now our tribe has been merged into the Zandalar tribe. With the protection of a group of Loa, presumably Those white ghosts dare not continue to attack us."

Yaval briefly explained to Latza the situation of their Jianjiao village at that time, and also talked about their current situation.

Latza couldn't help but fell silent after learning that the Sharphorn tribe had united with the Zandalari tribe.

At this moment, he already understood what the other party said when he met Daza.

Yes, there has never been any gratuitous help and charity in this world.

Since Dasa dared to lead his troops to rescue the Thunder Tribe, he must have a plan, but he never thought that the goal of the other party's plan would be so big.

The other party wants to own the entire Thunder tribe.

The trolls of the Thunder tribe welcomed Dasa and his party very much. When they came to their bonfire square along a main road in the village, all the trolls cheered for their arrival.

Looking at the pitted and newly born small pits on the ground of the square, he even saw a lot of puddles of blood, and he could feel how fierce the battle took place here in the battle that just ended.

"Chief, you can preside over it."

Wu Sanda of the Thunder Tribe happily asked Latza to host the celebration banquet.

"Well, we'll talk about the banquet later, Sandar, come with me. Also, Chief Dasa, Priest Zul and Yaval, old friend, let's go to the house and talk about something together."

After guessing Dasa's thoughts, Latza completely lost the idea of ​​holding a banquet. He wanted to keep his Thunder tribe to lead the tribe to fight like this, but now they repelled the blood trolls The attack, but ushered in the prying eyes of the Zandalari tribe.

No, this is no longer spying, this is preparing to rob.

The change in Latza's heart was well reflected on his face, and Sang Da, who was following him, noticed the change in his face, and his originally happy heart also collapsed because of Latza's change.

Dasa's group following them didn't see the change in Latza's face, but even if Dasa saw him, he wouldn't care.

Walking into a fairly intact wooden house next to the bonfire square, Sang Da took the initiative to light the torch used to illuminate the wooden house, and then sat down with Latza.

Dasa was not polite either, and sat on the opposite side of Latza's desk, and Zur and Yawal also sat next to Daza.

"It seems that you have figured it out, Latza. Then tell me your choice."

Daza crossed his legs and stared at the other party with his arms crossed.

"Your ambition is too great! Young man, the Thunder Tribe won't be absorbed by you so easily."

Latza's voice was very dull, and his eyes were fixed on Dasa's eyes.

"Latza, didn't you see the situation clearly? If our Zandalari tribe hadn't sent troops to rescue, you would have become the ghosts of the white ghosts now."

Dasa chuckled at Latza's words, he felt that this guy was the one who didn't understand the situation.

"Then we also sacrificed for the glory and tradition of the Thunder Tribe!"

Latza's voice grew louder.

"Then he ruined the future of his own people, insisted on something meaningless, and thought he was very honorable."

Daza interrupted Latza before he could finish.

"What did you say!"

Latza was outraged by Daza's words.

"Isn't that what I said?! Only by living can there be a future! Only then can there be a more shining glory and future! And the dead will have nothing."

Daza also stared at Latza with his neck straightened.

"you!"

Latza was so angry that he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Both chiefs, please calm down, Chief Dasa, you came all the way to rescue our tribe, you didn't come here to quarrel with my chief, did you?"

Sanda tried to persuade him to fight, he didn't want his tribe to be annexed by the Zandalari tribe, nor did he want the Zandalari tribe's reinforcements to be blown away by his chief at this time.

"Of course, but all of this depends on Latza's attitude."

Daza relaxed his upper body, which was originally tense, and his tone softened.

"Attitude? Do you want me to submit to you like Yaval and the others?! Let me tell you, Dasa, young people should not be too arrogant!"

After listening to Sander's persuasion, Latza suppressed his anger a little, but his anger did not dissipate completely.

"Aren't you still a young man? Let me tell you, Latza. I came to talk to you today because of your thousands of people. As for your personal situation, I really don't care much."

Dasa scoffed at Latza's warning, squinting his eyes and glanced at him.

"Calm down, Latza. He's not your enemy."

When the atmosphere between the two sides was about to start, Akunda's vision suddenly appeared.

"Yes, Master Akunda."

Facing the patron Loa of his own tribe, Latza was still very obedient.

"Salute to you, Your Majesty Akunda."

Zuer took the initiative to make a sound at this time and saluted the other party.

"Your name is Dasa, right?"

After Akunda nodded briefly to Zuer, he turned his attention to Dasa.

"Yes, unexpectedly you still remember my name, Akunda."

Dasa was not surprised by Akunda's appearance, and he himself knew very well that in order to truly integrate the Thunder Tribe, he had to convince those trolls that he was approved by the Loa gods who protected them.

Therefore, how to make the Thunder Lizard in front of him recognize him is a problem.

Although Dasa never felt awed by these wilderness demigods, he also knew that the spiritual pillars of the people in his tribe were these wilderness demigods.

Now is not the right time to reshape their spiritual pillar, he still has to follow some traditional procedures.

"That fellow Ghani often mentions you, a unique mortal, among us. Even if I don't want to remember your name, it's hard."

Akunda said sullenly.

"Hey, I'm not as good as that guy Ghani said."

Dasa was quite happy when he heard Akunda's words.

"He told me, be careful of your cunning and shameless actions."

Akunda's words smashed Dasa's inner joy to nothing.

"Hahaha! Your Majesty Akunda, you are right!"

Zul laughed out loud on the spot after hearing what Akunda said, and his laughter also infected Yawal, Latza, and Sanda around him.

The originally tense atmosphere at the scene was eased because of Zuer's hearty laughter.

"Let's get down to business, Akunda. Why did you show up?"

Dasa didn't like being teased by others, he looked at Akunda coldly.

"This invasion is on a scale never seen before. The fates of all mortals in the Zandalar Mountains are now intertwined. Therefore, you must unite."

Akunda looked at Latza and then at Dasa.

"But, Lord Akunda. Dasa wants to annex our tribe! He never wanted to unite with us."

Latza immediately complained to Akunda about Dasa.

"It's really interesting. I didn't expect you, Akunda, to say such a thing. This doesn't seem like something a loa can say. I thought you would take the initiative to protect these trolls."

After hearing Latza's words, Dasa rushed to his face with surprise.

As soon as Latza heard what Dasa said, his sense of the other party became even worse. This guy not only peeped at his own tribe, but also kept belittling the loa gods of his own tribe.

"Naturally, I will take action to protect these mortals, but that is when the evil god on the other side is required to take action first."

Akunda said to everyone.

At this moment, a hunter from Thunder Tribe rushed in.

"Chief! There's something wrong with the weather outside, come and take a look!"

Latza didn't hesitate when he heard this, and immediately jumped up from the blanket and rushed out of the cabin together.

Dasa, Zuer and others also rushed out curiously.

Then, they saw an unforgettable scene.

In the dark night, a thick scarlet blood mist appeared in the distance. What's worse, a smell of rotten blood accompanied by the blood mist drifted toward the village of Thunder Tribe.

"Damn it! Roca! Let the pterodactyl riders take off as soon as possible! Manco! Let all your raptor riders withdraw from the village of the Thunder tribe! Run as fast as you can! Yaval yours Direhorn heavy cavalry is the same! Everyone else, all enter the house! Seal all gaps! Move fast! Quick!"

Seeing the strange blood mist, Dasa subconsciously ordered several warlords under his command to take the next action, while Zuer at the side immediately prepared a group of pottery sculptures and incense tables and began to pray to the loa gods.

The red mist in the dark night was obviously not a natural phenomenon, but was created by the blood trolls who besieged the village of Thunder Tribe.

Outside the camp of the Blood Trolls Warmother, a magical ceremony is drawing to a close. On this hastily constructed altar, a dozen captured trolls from the Zandalar Mountains have become sacrifices. Pin tragically died at the hands of Fisako, the mistress of war.

Under the control of blood magic, the blood they bleed turned into a large cloud of blood mist carrying the Hakkar plague, and drifted towards the village of the Thunder tribe.

This is Fisak, the mistress of war, who likes to use the most offensive method. Facing the difficult troll village, the best way is to let the trolls inside come out by themselves.

And the Haka blood plague is the best solution.

"Blood God, all the pagans in that village will be your sacrifices!"

Fisako stood beside the altar holding his heart that was still bleeding with both hands, looking up at the sky full of blood mist and shouting frantically.

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