Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 70 The Furious Dasa
The scarlet blood mist created by Fisak quickly came towards the village of the Thunder Tribe under the blowing of the wind. During this time, the wind has been southerly, but tonight the wind direction changed from southerly to westerly. .

The location of the altar set up by Fisak, the mistress of war, is on the west side of the village. With the acceleration of the wind, the speed of the blood mist is far beyond Dasa's imagination.

"Go back to the house! Go back to the house! Hurry up!"

"Block all the gaps with mud! Quick!"

"Close the door! Close the door quickly!"

"Close the windows! Close the windows quickly!"

Facing the invasion of the blood mist, the entire village was in chaos. Although Dasa had given a feasible solution to deal with the blood mist, there were too many trolls in this village.

The scale of more than a thousand people is far from being able to withdraw into the house in a short time.

Seeing the blood mist getting closer and closer, Dasa saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

Even though he chose to stand up and direct the trolls of the Thunder tribe to evacuate regardless of Latza's face, the progress still couldn't keep up with the approaching speed of the blood mist.

"Loas, please give me the strength to fight against the evil gods, and please give me the courage to kill all enemies..."

While Dasa was trying to evacuate the trolls from the entire Thunder Tribe village, Zul was praying to the doloa gods for a way to fight the blood mist.

The scarlet blood mist quickly swallowed several outposts built around the village, and then the watchtower on the west side rushed into the village over the high wall on the west side, and the westerly wind blew the blood mist all the way Coming to the east, it soon devoured nearly half of the village buildings.

We will soon arrive at the Bonfire Square.

"Dasa! Come back quickly! The Zandalari live forever!"

While Zul was speaking, the smoke of the burning bonfire in front of his god suddenly appeared the phantoms of Gonk and Pa'ku.

Paku's phantom flapped its wings, and a gust of wind blew around from the bonfire, like a mild monsoon, but the seemingly mild monsoon blocked the blood mist that came quickly.

Gong Ke was facing the direction of the crowd, with his mouth open slightly, emerald green energy representing natural life enveloped the crowd, this emerald green energy mixed into Pa'ku's wind barrier, further sheltering those who stayed in the bonfire square All trolls.

The scope of this magic technique is only so big.

The scarlet blood mist quickly covered the bonfire square. After all, only this place was protected by the wind barrier. There was no such good thing in other places in Thunder Village.

In just a few breaths, the entire Thunder Tribe village was completely enveloped in this scarlet blood mist. Even through the wind barrier, Dasa could still hear the trolls outside the campfire square who hadn't had time to escape into the house. The sound of their painful wailing, at this moment he really wanted to rush out to save those trolls.

But his rationality told him very clearly that if he left this wind barrier at this moment, he would definitely die from this scarlet blood mist spreading everywhere.

"No! No! No! Those damn white ghosts! I'm going to kill you all!"

Latza's spirit has almost collapsed at this moment, he never thought that his people would die in such a tragedy.

He didn't know how many trolls still hadn't hid in the room, just listening to the screams and wailing outside the wind barrier was enough to make him feel extremely painful.

At this moment, his heart is full of regret and anger.

If it weren't for the hunters around him desperately pulling him, he might have rushed out of the wind barrier to try to rescue those clansmen who were in the blood mist.

"Let me go! I'm going to save them! They're suffering! Can't you bastards hear me!"

"Calm down, Chief!"

"Chief, you can't put yourself in at this time!"

"Don't be impulsive! Latza!"

Sang Da and the guards of the Lei Ting tribal chief held him tightly while dissuading him.

"Ahhhh!"

Under such circumstances, Latza could only howl helplessly like a wounded beast.

It was just incompetence and rage, but Dasa understood Ratza's mood very well at this moment, because he was also in the same mood at the moment.

Zuul noticed Dasa with clenched fists and his slightly trembling body. He knew his best friend.

At this moment, he was very angry, very angry, and it was the first time that Zuer had seen him so angry since he had relieved the other party for such a long time.

Those desperate wailings outside the wind barrier became less and less until they disappeared silently.

And the emotions of the trolls inside the wind barrier are only anger at this moment.

Outside the village of the Thunder Tribe, a large number of blood trolls have followed behind the scarlet blood mist and quickly completed the siege of the entire Thunder Tribe village. They will launch the last round of the entire village after the blood mist dissipates fatal blow.

The four blood mistresses led a group of blood priests under their command and a larger number of blood hunters took their positions.

This burst of scarlet blood mist finally dissipated in this piece of heaven and earth under the blowing of the west wind.

The road ahead is already smooth, and the rest is to grab the offerings!

In the bonfire square, when the scarlet blood mist dissipated, the wind barrier also disappeared.

At this time, Dasa and the others could clearly see what kind of horrible scene happened in that burst of scarlet blood mist, and they knew it just by looking at the puddles of blood on the ground that had converged into a stream.

Those trolls who did not escape the blood mist were all infected with the Plague of Hakkar because of the blood mist, and then died in pain and despair as a pool of dirty blood.

It's not that Daza didn't see the "alive" troll, if the guy whose body was festered, pus and bloody, even his vocal cords were destroyed, and could only make a sound like a broken bellows, he could still be considered alive.

Before Dasa continued to search for possible survivors, he saw a group of blood hunters rushing in from the gate of the village.

"You guys, what appears is always, then it is time!"

Daza pulled out the bright red spear from behind, clenched the spear with both hands and rushed forward with a thrust.

The three blood hunters did not persist in Dasa's hands and joined together.

"Chief! Please return to the central army immediately. Your body has not recovered. The high priest said that this battle should not let you mess around."

Just when Dasa killed the three blood hunters, a group of fully equipped Zandalari heavy infantry appeared beside Daza holding super long spears and round shields. Guard Sa was behind him.

"Go back? Are you kidding me! I'm so angry now! Who do you think I am! Tell the high priest! Let him guard this village! I will go back as soon as I go!"

Dasa pushed away the two soldiers standing in front of him, and went straight towards the gate of the village.

"Chief! Forget it, you! Immediately tell the high priest about the situation of the chief! We can't stop him. The rest of the people have secured this front and followed the chief to protect him at any time!"

As the small captain of this heavy infantry, he made his own judgment immediately, and the orderly also immediately took orders to leave here.

Then he hadn't run a few steps before he saw Zul hurrying up on Deinonychus.

"Okay, I got it. No accident, that bastard! You guys, stabilize the front line, we must drive out this group of white ghosts who invaded the village now!"

Zul waved his hand to show that he already knew that Dasa would make such an irrational choice, but now he has no way to stop the other party's choice.

His old friend's will can't be reversed by anyone.

To put it nicely is called firmness, and to put it badly is called stubbornness.

Zul chose to stay just as Dasa said, regrouped the scattered troops, assembled them all, and then drove out the blood trolls who had invaded the village.

And Dasa has only one task at the moment, and that is to raid the frontline commanders of the blood troll who are in charge of this attack.

That is - Mother of Blood.

Dasa waved the bright red spear in the streets and alleys of the village, and any blood hunters he saw would be shot to death without exception.

As he used long spears to fight more frequently, he himself gradually mastered how to use long weapons to save energy and efficiently deal with enemies.

Dasa, who is no longer open and close as before, has made great progress in combat efficiency and combat continuation compared with the past.

puff!

After stabbing a blood hunter to death with a single shot, Dasa noticed a change in his side.Just as he drew his gun and was about to attack, he heard the voice of Sang Da, a witch from the Thunder Tribe.

"Chief Dasa, why are you here? Uh, I need your help. The chief rode his Thunder Lizard into the depths of the army of white ghosts alone. Can you save him? ?!"

"Oh? I didn't expect that fellow Ratza to take the initiative to attack. That's right. So many people died, so he should do it. Sanda, go join Zul and gather all your people. This time I will Not only will I bring your chief back intact, but I will also remove the head of the murderer who caused all these tragedies."

After Daza finished speaking, he turned around and left with his spear in hand.

Seeing Dasa's immediate figure, Sang Da was at a loss for a while.

"Just listen to him. This can be regarded as a test for him. If he really kills the mistress of war, then he can indeed become your new chief."

Akunda's phantom appeared behind Sang Da at this moment, and his tone was full of helplessness.

"Lord Akunda? Yes."

Sang Da saw that Akunda had said so, and he didn't have any objection. He left here to gather the surviving tribesmen. They will work with the Zandalari tribe's reinforcements to kill the group of blood that rushed into their village. The trolls are wiped out!
Dasa's outstanding performance in the battle gradually attracted the attention of the blood priests. They tried to capture Dasa alive and sacrifice him to the blood god Hakar.

However, all the blood priests who tried to do so gave him their heads.

It became the trophies that he hung on his waist.

The blood magic they were proud of had no effect on Dasa's shield with Rezan's blessing and the armor with Gonk and Paku protection.

Neither the Blood Arrow nor the Blood Orb could do any effective damage to him.

As for the blood priests who had lost their blood spells, when they faced Dasa, an agile warrior, they often only needed one face-to-face before being pierced through the heart by the bright red spear, and then beheaded by the long sword.

After successive battles, even Dasa felt a little exhausted at this moment.

The spirit became a little lax, and the body began to be sluggish.

"This damn feeling of weakness! Has the duration of the potion passed?"

Dasa felt the real feeling coming from his body, no matter how he wanted to deny it, he had to admit that the curse was still in effect on his body.

Fortunately, he had spotted Latza.

The opponent had already rushed out of the gate of the village, and rushed into the army formation of the blood troll together with his thunder lizard mount, struggling to kill the enemy.

But his actions at this moment are just to seek death.

After the wind barrier dissipated, Latza witnessed the tragedy of his village being attacked by the blood mist. More than half of the trolls of the Thunder tribe had died tragically under the sudden blood magic.

He, the chief, did not fulfill his duty of protecting the tribe, and he no longer had the face to continue to serve as the chief of the Thunder tribe.

Therefore, he chose a suicide journey for himself.

If he could kill the war mistress, even if he died, he would be considered revenge for those lost clansmen.

"Ahh! Come on! You white ghosts!"

The stone ax in Latza's hands has already waved an afterimage, and the large blood hunters who cooperate with the thunder lizard under his crotch are not his opponents at all. Facing his offensive, even if they attack desperately, they will only die. Under his axe, but more likely to be trampled to death by that thunder lizard.

Or be swept away by a tail.

"Go and catch that guy! He will be the best sacrifice! For the Blood God! Catch him!"

Blood Mistress Piz excitedly waved a stone spear in her hand and directed the blood donor hunters around to attack Latza desperately.

And Latza's own physical strength has been gradually exhausted, but he did not give up the fight. He wanted to die, but what he wanted was to die in the battle once, rather than waiting to be killed by the opponent.

In the end, under the desperate attack of the blood hunters, the thunder lizard under Latza fell first.

Latza jumped off the back of his mount to avoid being pinned down by the opponent's legs.

Just when he was about to fight desperately for the final battle, a bright red light fell from the sky, and this shot nailed the two blood donor hunters to the ground.

"who is it?!"

When Latza looked in the direction where the spear was thrown, he only saw a bloody storm.

"You bastards! Get out of the way!"

At this moment, Daza held the long sword in both hands and cut a bloody path in the battle formation of the blood hunters.

Until he came to Latza's side.

　PS: It's Friday again, and it's the last day of March. I wish all book lovers a happy weekend!
　　
　
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