Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 74 Dasa Great Chief

After finishing the battle to defend the Thunder Tribe village, Bwonsamdi, who returned to the Thunder Tribe village from the battlefield, found a quiet place outside the village. Loa, Murzala.

"What's the matter with me?"

Murzala looked impatiently at his adopted son.

"I still can't figure it out, why do you want our tribe to take the initiative to stick Zandalari tribe's ass?"

Bwonsamdi, as a witch in the Antain tribe, is also the leader of the tribe.He really couldn't understand why Murzala insisted that he lead all the tribes to leave their original homeland and come here to join the Zandalari tribe.

"The reason is very simple. Now four of the five major tribes in the entire Zandalari mountains have been annexed by the Zandalari tribe. It is impossible for Antaine to avoid being merged by it. Rather than waiting to be passively merged, it is better We've taken the initiative, and we've been able to secure a good place in the leadership of the Zandalari tribe."

When Murzala said this, he felt a little angry that his adopted son could not even understand this situation.

"Are you so sure we'll lose?"

Bwonsamdi took off his mask with a snap, and his face under the mask was covered with dense scars. It was obvious that Bwonsamdi himself was a battle-hardened soldier.

"Oh, that's why I said, Bwonsamdi, you are an idiot. Do you really think that kid Dasa is just a fool?"

Murzala floated in front of Bwonsamdi, staring at him questioningly.

"Isn't it? Isn't it stupid to take risks alone and go deep into the deepest part of those white ghosts? He is the chief of a tribe!"

When Bwonsamdi mentioned Dasa, his expression became more contemptuous.

He had seen too many fools like this who could only show off their personal force when he was the witch of the Antain tribe.

Without exception, those idiots all died in their most confident force.

He also believed that Dasa would be one of those fools too.

"That's why you can only be a witch of the Antaine tribe, not a chief. Bwonsamdi!"

Murzala was a little disappointed looking at the other party. The other party was just too smart and cunning, and didn't have the drive to do everything.

"So, you've already taken a fancy to that Dasa? Since that's the case, I won't say anything more. I will do as you say."

Bwonsamdi did not recognize Dasa, he did not see anything worthy of his admiration from the other party.

However, after talking with Murzala this time, he was sure that his adoptive father had really taken a fancy to him.

Now that the loa gods of his own tribe have recognized the chief of the Zandalari tribe, what else can he say?

"You still have some brains, don't worry. In the future I see, the people of the tribe will live better than they do now. Also, you also hope to achieve higher achievements than you do now."

Murzala disappeared after speaking.

In the quiet wilderness, there was only Bwonsamdi, a troll standing here alone.

"Hey, okay. If that's the case, let me take a good look at your skills, Chief Dasa."

Bwonsamdi stood for a while, then slowly put his bone mask back on, and gave two strange laughs.Returned to the village of Thunder Tribe.

At this time, a ray of light from the sun has already lit up in the east of the sky.

It's dawn again.

When morning fell on the land again, the trolls in the village of the Thunder Tribe got busy again.

Although the Fisak war mother settlement has been defeated by the Zandalari coalition forces, the village itself has suffered a great loss.

What's more, there is a Chichen Itza war mother settlement between the northern border village, Thunder village, and Screaming village.

The crisis of the blood trolls' southern invasion has not been completely resolved yet.

On the Bonfire Square, the leaders of the five Zandalari tribes once again gathered here.The topics they talked about were how many blood trolls they had killed in the battle last night, and asking each other about the loss of each other's hunter troops.

Zuul was talking with Bwonsamdi at the scene. As the only two priests present, they could still find a lot of common topics.

While everyone was talking, Dasa was carried here by two hunters from the Zandalari tribe sitting on an improvised sedan chair.

"Yo, good morning everyone."

Dasa's face is very pale at the moment, and his expression is not as bad as before. Last night's battle with the war mistress Fisako was still very exhausting.

"Yo, our chief is awake! Your actions last night were too risky!"

Manco smiled and walked to Dasa's side and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Chief. It was my impulsive choice last night that brought you to this state."

Latza came in front of Dasa and apologized to him rarely. After the battle last night, Latza was also scolded by Akunda severely.

Akunda bluntly said that if Dasa hadn't taken the initiative to go deep into the enemy's line to rescue him, he would really have died completely under the siege of the blood troll.

For Dasa's behavior, Akunda recognized Dasa.

"Haha, it's nothing. I can understand how you felt last night, Latza."

Facing Latza's apology, Dasa was very open-minded.

In his opinion, he not only killed the opponent's mistress of war, but also successfully won the battle. The price he paid himself was already a big profit.

"Very good. Now that everyone is here, let's discuss our future arrangements."

Daza paused, then continued.

The so-called future arrangement is naturally the arrangement after the six tribes merged into one big tribe.

After hearing about the future arrangements, everyone present lifted their spirits one after another. Although everyone had fought hard last night, no one would not care about such plans related to the future of the tribe.

Zul tried it in Dasa, and took out a clay tablet of personnel arrangements that was drawn up last night and handed it to several people for circulation.

In Dasa's original plan, the leader of the Zandalari tribe was himself, the chieftain.The tribal chiefs who were merged by the Zandalari tribe became the warlords of the tribe, and the priests in the tribe joined the priesthood.

This idea was eventually overturned at Zull's mention.

The reason is simple. With the merger of the Horn Tribe, Thunder Tribe, and Antain Tribe, the population of the entire tribe has been greatly increased.

The current administrative system is no longer suitable for the future Zandalar tribe, not to mention that when the six major tribes in the Zandalar mountains are united into one, all the troll tribes in the entire Zandalari mountains will become one. Will be integrated into the Zandalari tribe.

For this reason, the personnel arrangement this time must have a certain degree of forward-looking.

Therefore, under the discussion of Dasa and Zul, a brand-new administrative system that is more suitable for the current form was taken out.

The leader of the Zandalari tribe becomes Warchief.

The subordinates set up five chiefs, that is, the chiefs of the original five major tribes. Each chief has twelve warlords under his jurisdiction. Little chiefs.

Each warlord has twelve ten-household heads under his jurisdiction, and the ten-household heads are naturally the most terminal managers of the entire tribe.

The current Zandalari tribe implements a management method that integrates military and government. In peacetime, these household heads are their real management and administrators, and in wartime they are the most basic commanders.

In terms of the priesthood, it has expanded its capacity and divided its personnel into more specific levels.

The highest representative of the priesthood is the High Priest.

The high priest is tentatively assigned eight high-ranking priests, who are the spokespersons of the Loa gods who protect the Zandalari tribe.

Each high-ranking priest has five priests under his jurisdiction, and they are regarded as the alternate priests of the high-ranking priest.

Each priest has seven assistant priests, novice apprentices who assist the priests in their activities.

Dasa made very clear arrangements for the mission of the priesthood. He was responsible for the research on the mysterious side and also took on the task of educating the Zandalari tribe.

The fire of civilization of the trolls has finally entered the Bronze Age after a long Stone Age.

However, Dasa is still not very satisfied with this progress. If it wasn't because of the blood trolls' southward invasion this time, he must have organized a prospecting team to search for more durable iron ore with more extensive reserves.

But reality has no ifs.

His current energies must be focused on fighting against the blood trolls who invaded the south. Only after this invasion can he have the opportunity to lead the united Zandalari trolls to open up a new future.

"There are no chiefs in our Antain tribe. Do you have anything to say about my placement?"

After browsing the clay tablet, Bwonsamdi looked at Dasa.

The situation of the Antain tribe is different from the other four tribes. They can be regarded as the unity of politics and religion.

"The question is yours to choose, Bwonsamdi."

Dasa looked at each other calmly.

"Oh? It sounds like you want me to choose one of the two?"

Bwonsamdi's tone became a little stiff.

He felt that he could fight for a better position. After all, he led the entire tribe to take the initiative to vote, which was different from those tribes that chose to merge after being defeated by the Zandalari tribe.

"That's right, that's it. You can choose to become a chieftain, or you can leave the original tribe and join the priesthood to become a high-ranking priest."

Dasa's tone remained calm, as if he hadn't considered the other party's emotions.

"Ha! Is this how you treat us tribes who take the initiative to seek refuge with you?"

Bwonsamdi was very dissatisfied with Dasa's decision.

It is impossible for him to give up his position as the chief of the Antaien tribe, and he is unwilling to give up the full power of the tribe leader.

But if he is not allowed to join the priesthood, it means that his identity as a priest of Murzala has not been recognized, which will affect his leadership of the Antaien tribe.

He won't give up either position.

"Chief, the situation of Bwonsamdi's priests is different from that of our other tribes. It is best to discuss the situation of their Antain tribe before making a decision."

Zuer didn't want to push out the Antaien tribe that he had finally joined at this time. He felt that since the other party took the initiative to vote, it would be okay to give some special treatment.

"Discussion? What else is there to discuss. All the future plans are on that clay tablet, and what is said is very clear and clear. Okay, I have finished speaking. Now who agrees? Who opposes?"

Dasa closed his eyes slightly as if he was resting his mind, but the several trolls present could feel that his aura had greatly improved compared to when he first came.

"I object!"

Although Bwonsamdi really wanted to stand up and yell at Dasa for this sentence, but before he could do so, he was firmly held down by Murzala who suddenly appeared beside him.

"I have no opinion."

"I agree."

"agree!"

"agree!"

The chiefs of the four tribes of Manco, Roca, Yawal and Latza successively agreed to the future plan handed over by Dasa.

After listening to the words of the four chiefs, Dasa was not surprised at all.His focus now was on one tribal chief, Bwonsamdi.

"Hey, kid. You still owe me a favor. Since that's the case, I'll make one of the three requests now."

Muezara put a hand on Bwonsamdi's shoulder and looked at Dasa.

Along with Murzala's appearance, the rest of the Loa also appeared one after another.

All of a sudden, eight loa gods appeared in this small bonfire square.

The guards of the Zandalari tribe who were waiting outside the bonfire square also witnessed this scene, and their sense of belonging to the Zandalari tribe became stronger at this moment.

"Tsk, to be honest, this kind of thing has touched my bottom line. Murzala, you have also been the chief of the tribe, and you should know it well. Any decision made by the leader, especially regarding the personnel arrangements in the tribe, must be done. It’s level with a bowl of water.”

Dasa frowned and looked at Murzala.

"However, as the leader of the tribe, there are some extra privileges."

Murzala looked at Dasa with a smile on his face. He could hear from the other party's words that Dasa did not expressly refuse, which meant that there was something to talk about.

"Dasa..."

Zul was still very careful with Murzala, he was worried that his old buddy would stop hating this Loa.

"Well, considering the current special situation of the Antain tribe, then allow Bwonsamdi priest to serve as the chief of the tribe. However, there is only a ten-year limit. Once ten years come, the chief of the Antaine tribe One will be promoted from the subordinate warlords. Do you have any opinions?"

Dasa looked around at the chiefs of other tribes.

How could Manco and other trolls have opinions, and besides, they didn't care about the affairs of the Antain tribe.

After all, in their view, those things were only internal affairs of the Antaien tribe.

No conflict of interest with them.

"Very well then, this matter is settled. Chief Bwonsamdi, do you have any objections now?"

Seeing that everyone agreed, Dasa didn't refuse any more, so he looked at Bwonsamdi who was sitting aside.

"No more, Warchief."

Although Bwonsamdi was a little dissatisfied with the fact that there were still ten years left in his chieftainship, it was hard to say whether a troll of his age would survive the ten years.

Thinking of this, he was relieved.

It is very refreshing to call Dasa the great chief.

"Great Chief!"

With Bwonsamdi's beginning, the rest of them also echoed.

As of this day, the warchief of the Zandalari tribe is born.

Daza also took a giant step closer to his ambition.

　PS: The troll tribes in the Zandalari Mountains have initially completed the unification, please count your votes, please.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)