Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 73 Antaine joins

In the Thunder Tribe village, as the survivors scattered around the village gathered together, the force to fight back against the blood troll became stronger and stronger.

"The teams maintain their formation and clear this area! Quick!"

Manco rode on the back of the velociraptor, commanding the battle with a bronze lance gripped tightly in his hand.

"We are about to take down this area, and the group of white ghosts have already started to retreat."

Clara rode her own raptor to Manco's side, the fence still dripping with blood.

Apparently she just ended a fight.

"The group of lunatics will not retreat so easily, I have a bad guess."

After Manco noticed that the blood hunters who were attacking the Thunder tribe trolls began to retreat in an orderly manner when they were madly attacking the village, he recalled the last battle to defend the village in the north.

It seems that this time is the same, his own chief is likely to raid the opponent's commander again alone.

And this time it was a success.

"Manco Warlord! The high priest wants you to return to the central army to report immediately after clearing this area. We are going to launch a counterattack."

A messenger came to Manco to report.

"I see, you go back and reply to the high priest. I will return to the team immediately."

After receiving this order, Manco prepared to gather his troops and return to the central army.

Zuer, who was in the bonfire square, was entertaining a group of unexpected guests at the moment, and the appearance of these guests was also the reason why he decided to launch a full-line counterattack now.

"Thank you very much for your support, Priest Bwonsamdi."

Zul looked at the smile on the face of the leader of the Antaien tribe.

"Ah, don't say that, everyone is trolls living in the mountains of Zandalar, it's too outlandish to say that!"

Bwonsamdi hooked Zuul's neck enthusiastically with a familiar look.

"Priest Bwonsamdi, how many trolls have you brought here this time?"

Zuul looked behind Bwonsamdi and noticed that the reinforcements from the Antain tribe were more than expected.

"Our whole tribe is here to help. Because of the drought, we have no food to eat, so we come out to help you fight white ghosts, and get some food from you by the way. You won't make us hungry, will you? High Priest."

Bwonsamdi stared intently at Zul with the eyes of the bone mask.

"Don't worry, as long as you are willing to join the Zandalari tribe, you can get as much food as you can eat. As the high priest of the Zandalari tribe, I will not let my people go hungry."

Facing this old-fashioned priest, Zuer looked directly into the other's eyes without the slightest timidity.

"Ah! Haha! That's great! Really, it's great! So, when are we going? I think your chief is still fighting alone outside."

When Bwonsamdi heard this, he laughed even more happily, and then told Zul a scene he saw on the way to lead the army to help.

"Of course it is now, Priest Bwonsamdi. In addition, Dasa is now your chieftain. Take your troops to the front line. You only need your most elite hunters. It is better for the old people and children to stay .”

When Zuer heard what Bwonsamdi said, his heart tightened.

He was also very worried about Dasa's safety, but at this moment he still believed very much that his friend who was favored by the Loa gods would come back safely.

Believe it or not, he also wants to help his old friend at critical moments.

Now is a good opportunity to show him the power of the loa priest.

Three hundred elite hunters from the Antaine tribe joined the battlefield, and the addition of new reinforcements made all the Zandalari trolls in the battlefield excited.

While their morale was higher, their offensive became more ferocious.

The battle line of the blood trolls is rapidly shrinking. Many blood hunters died in the process of evacuating the village, and even a few blood priests fell under the spears of the counterattacking Zandalari trolls.

When the Northern Walled Gate was announced to be taken back, Zul and Bwonsamdi arrived here, and after rearranging their troop formation, they accelerated towards the battlefield where Dasa was.

When Zul and the others arrived at the battlefield, they saw that Dasa had severely injured Fisako, the mistress of war, and the other party was about to reveal himself desperately and take Dasa away with him.

"Oh, it seems that our Lord Chief is in trouble."

Watching this scene, Bwonsamdi turned his head to look at Zul, and there was no respect for Dasa in his tone.

"It's not a big trouble. Your Majesty Lezan, please protect the warrior in front of you!"

Zul ignored Bwonsamdi, he prayed to Rezan intently, and then a golden holy light appeared in his hand, and a shield condensed by the holy light appeared on Daza's body the moment Fisacco blew himself up.

The shield of protection protected Dasa's life.

With Fisako's death, Latza also escaped from the blood cage, and he rushed to Dasa's direction at the first time, and he wanted to save the brave young troll.

In this battle, he got to know each other again.

Dasa is proud, but he does have his own pride.

Latza was convinced.

"Attack with the whole army! Defend the chief!"

Zul immediately ordered a large force to press up after Fisako blew himself up, and the final counterattack began. After the mistress of war blew herself up in the formation, these seemingly huge numbers of blood trolls fled.

After this battle, the Fisak war mother settlement can be said to exist in name only.

Fisak, the mistress of war, was forced to blew herself to death by Dasa. The heads of five of the seven blood mistresses under her command were still hanging on Daza's belt. The other two blood mistresses decisively led the His troops fled to the north.

As for the scattered blood priests, they couldn't hold back the fleeing blood hunters.

The worship of the blood god Hakar is nothing more than the worship of the opponent's power. The hunters will obey the orders of the priests, and it is just that these priests have the power bestowed by the blood god.

However, when their most feared mistress of war was forced to explode by Dasa, these blood hunters had completely lost their confidence in fighting Daza and others.

Looking at the golden light that began to dissipate around him, Dasa could feel the warmth of the holy light.

He looked into the distance, noticing the advancing Zandalari forces.

Zul rode the Deinonychus and followed the Velociraptor and Direhorn heavy cavalry to charge forward. The bronze staff in his hand easily smashed open the skulls of the blood hunters trying to stop them one after another with his swing.

The first one to rush to his side was Latza, who was not far away from him. When the chief of the Thunder tribe killed him, his body was covered with large and small wounds.

He was actually as tired as Daza, but he was willing to do his best to protect this one.

"Thanks, Latza."

Dasa had already exhausted all his strength at this moment, and standing there with a spear in his hand was just supporting himself.

"You are really too aggressive, Dasa."

Latza held his stone ax tightly in both hands, standing guard beside Dasa.

Now all the fleeing blood hunters fled around here, and a few of them who didn't have eyes rushed over and were chopped to death by Latza's two axes.

The main force of the Zandalari is close at hand.

This battle is finally over, and the Thunder Tribe's village has been defended.

Dasa was carried back to the village of the Thunder tribe by the heavy infantry of his own Zandalari tribe. His consumption in this battle was really too great.

In an empty wooden house, Dasa was lying on the bed with his back leaning against the head of the bed.And Zuer sat cross-legged on a blanket beside the bed.

Neither of them spoke first.

boom!
There was movement on Zuer's side first, he took out the pottery plate engraved with Dasa's signature from his arms, and threw it at Dasa.

Naturally, the clay brick didn't hit Daza, but just hit the wooden shelf next to his head.

"Hey! What are you doing! If you don't talk for a long time, just give me a brick first!"

Daza was taken aback by Zuul's actions.

"Dasa! You're such a pompous bastard! Do you know that if I'm a little late today! You're going to fucking die!"

Zuul's emotions also exploded after throwing the brick. He jumped from the blanket to the side of the bed and put his forehead against Dasa's, staring into Daza's eyes and yelling.

"War, where are the undead trolls? Besides, didn't I survive?"

Dasa could feel his friend's concern for him.

"It's like this every time you fight, is it dangerous?"

Zul stared into Dasa's eyes for a while, then picked up the clay plate and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well, not quite."

Dasa looked up at the pitch-black ceiling.

"You are the chieftain of the tribe, Dasa. Our Zandalari tribe is no longer a small tribe with a population of only a few dozen."

Zul held the clay plate tightly with both hands, looking at Dasa's writing on it.

"Ok, I know."

Daza looked at Zuer's silhouette with a careless expression.

"So, I implore you. Not just in the name of a High Priest of the Horde, but in the name of your old friend. Stop putting yourself in danger all the time! Your life is now more than your own , and belong to the entire Zandalari tribe."

Zul's hand caressed the notch on the pottery plate, and his eyes fixed on Dasa again.

"Next time I will pay attention."

Daza looked at Zul's expression, was silent for a moment, and finally answered like this.

He couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't choose to raid the opponent's command layer alone like this next time.

If the conventional tactics were followed, the Zandalari tribe might be able to repel the blood trolls who invaded the south, but the number of their sacrifices would also be very tragic.

He didn't want to see that scene.

Lives disappeared before his eyes. They were the people under his protection and the good hunters who supported him to become the chief of the tribe.

He didn't want them to die like that.

"That's what you said last time."

Zul placed the clay plate in Dasa's hands, emphasizing loudly.

"But that would kill a lot of clansmen, very, very many."

Dasa felt the weight of the clay plate in his hand, and his lips moved slightly.

"You're not a loa, Dasa. We're just mortals, and as you once told me, it's enough for us to do what we can."

From this conversation with Dasa, Zuer felt the psychological pressure on the other party. As a prophet, the burden in his heart is very heavy.

Although I don't know how this old friend of my own knows so many secrets about this world, but those secrets are really better than not knowing those secrets for small mortals like them.

Those terrifying gods and demons are always threatening their world.

The life and death of mortals like myself seem to be between the thoughts of those gods and demons.

Mortals.

"Yes, I am not a loa god, and I am not a savior; I just want all the trolls to unite to deal with the future crisis together. Do you know why I have been working so hard?"

After listening to Zul's words of comfort, Dasa carefully felt the weight of the pottery plate in his hand, and once again strengthened his thoughts.

"For the Horde?"

Zuer looked at his friend and answered with some uncertainty.

"Because this is a trial, not a trial of the loa gods against me; it is a trial of myself against myself. It is not an easy task to become the great chief who unifies all the tribes of the trolls .”

Daza gave Zul a reason, and it was indeed his own true thought.

"If you insist on doing this, then you should bring a special team that can cooperate with you."

After listening, Zul closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. It took him a long time to come up with a proposal that could reach a consensus with Dasa.

"can."

Dasa also felt his own powerlessness in this battle. Without Latza's cover all the way, he would have been piled to death by so many blood hunters.

The establishment of a special Chiefs Guard was settled.

After discussing his own safety with Dasa, Zul talked about the news that the Antaien tribe would join the Zandalar tribe.

"It's a good thing. Since Bwonsamdi has led his troops to vote, there is no reason for us not to accept it."

Dasa was very happy when he heard the news.

"It is indeed a good thing. I am going to let Priest Bwonsamdi join the priesthood. What do you think?"

Zuul looked at Dasa.

"You can decide on your own affairs about the management of the priesthood. As I said, you are in charge of the affairs related to the mysterious side. I will not interfere."

Dasa waved his hand. Regarding the management of the priesthood, he decided to let Zuer decide on his own. He would not manage something that he could not touch at all.

He, Dasa, is not close to the six forces of the original.

Without the talent of the mysterious side, he still manages the priesthood?
Can he manage it?Do you understand the spells of those priests?

Do not understand!

Then he is in charge!
In this way, Dasa and Zul discussed how to accommodate the Antain tribe who came to vote in the cabin of Thunder Village.

Since then, the five main tribes in the Zandalar Mountains and their vassal small and medium-sized tribes have finally merged into one big tribe.

Zandalari tribe!
This also means that the trolls of the entire Zandalari Mountains will start a new era.

　PS: It's Monday again, and it's time to go to work again!So tired!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)