Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 75 The Flying Flag

The future planning meeting of the Zandalari tribe ended in the small bonfire square in the middle of Thunder Village.This meeting can be said to have won the support of all the trolls present, and Dasa has also become the great chieftain of the Zandalari tribe.

"I didn't expect you to actually do it."

An apparition of Rezan appeared in front of Dasa watching him across the campfire.

"As I said, I can succeed. Rezan, this world is very dangerous for all of us alive."

Daza sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, looking at the Devilsaur opposite with a confident smile.

"That's a little dangerous for you mortals, but our existence is much safer."

Rezan highlighted what he believed to be errors in Dasa's words.

"Do you want to make another bet? Rezan."

Daza shook his head with a smile, and he once again raised a bet with the other party.

"Heh, what new ideas do you have this time? Let's just talk about it."

Rezan made two consecutive bets with Dasa, and he won, and he was not stupid to bet with the other party on something he was sure of.

Whether you accept it or not, wait until the other person finishes talking.

"In the future, us mortals will also have the power to kill you demigods of the wilderness. Do you believe it?"

Daza looked at Rezan seriously.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha! Boy! I have to say, this joke of yours successfully made me laugh!"

After hearing Dasa's words, Rezan couldn't help laughing, he hadn't laughed so happily for a long time.

"Laugh, you laugh. I'm serious when I tell you."

While speaking, Dasa picked up the glass of water from the ground at hand and took a sip by himself.

"Where did you get your confidence? Oh, no. It should be you, kid, where did you get your confidence?!"

Rezan was very clear that what Dasa said was his own thoughts.

He really didn't know how this mortal in front of him, who didn't have any of the six force talents, could brazenly say that he could fight against these wild demigods in the future.

Therefore, He just listened to it as a joke.

A joke from the most cocky of mortals.

"I believe in my clansmen. My strength may only stop at present, but I believe that the future of those children in my tribe is boundless. What's more, many of them can still get yours. Guide yourself."

Daza looked at the other party with a smile while holding the water glass.

"Really? Then I have to look forward to it."

Hearing what Daza said, Rezan opened his mouth, as if he was smiling.

The chat between the two ended here, and Rezan just wanted to congratulate Daza and left him alone.

With all the top five tribes in the Zandalari Mountains being integrated into the Zandalar Tribe, it can basically be considered that the troll tribes in the entire Zandalar Mountains have now been unified.

There are no separate Talon, Wing, Thunder, Horn, and so on in the Zandalar Mountains anymore.

Only one tribe of trolls remained, the Zandalari.

Under the shoulder-to-shoulder hand of two Zandalari hunters, Dasa and the sedan chair he was riding in were carried back to his resting cabin before leaving.

Inside, Zul was waiting for him.

"Are you done chatting? What did His Majesty Lezan say?"

Zuer was sitting on the carpet in the wooden house, holding a clay tablet in his hand and reading.

"Complimented me for a long time, but nothing else. What are you up to?"

Dasa leaned against the head of the bed, watching Zul's movements.

"Issue an order to the southern village to keep them on guard. It is very likely that a group of blood hunters who fled in all directions will break into the southern forest and threaten the people working in the farmland near the village."

Zull was busy writing letters while talking.

"That's right. If the village in the south is attacked, our losses will indeed be great. Well, ask Karaman to protect the safety of the village and the people."

Dasa nodded, feeling that Zuer's idea was fine.

"Just now, the five chiefs have already gone back to reorganize their troops. Don't you plan to set up a special team to follow you?"

Zul told Dasa the whereabouts of the other five chieftains and also asked about the progress of the special team that Daza wanted to assemble.

"Let's talk about the way I am now, after a while, but about the group of white ghosts. Is there any latest information about them?"

What Dasa is most concerned about now is how to deal with the group of blood trolls who invaded south.

Even though Fisak's war mistress settlement had already been defeated by him, he thus defended the Thunder village.But there is also a war mistress settlement in this area.

What is certain is that after the death of Fisako's war mistress, the survivors under her command will inevitably join the nearest Chichen Itza settlement, which will surely restore the opponent's strength to what it was when it first invaded , and even beyond.

However, as far as Dasa is concerned, there is really no good way to deal with this situation. The best way is to greatly improve the hard power of the Zandalari tribe, and it is best to become stronger than that group of blood giants. Demons must be strong.

As far as the Zandalari tribe has annexed the five major tribes, the hard power must have far surpassed the war mother settlement of Chichen Itza, but they now need sufficient time to complete the assembly of troops.

In the first battle to defend Thunder Village, his troops suffered heavy losses.

Now, the forces need to be regrouped.

"There is nothing new. Roca is sending pterodactyl riders to conduct uninterrupted reconnaissance over the camp of the war mother settlement every day, and nothing has changed."

Zuul shook his head. The only change in that area is that more and more blood trolls fleeing in all directions will take the initiative to approach there.

These are all within their expectations.

"Well, wait for five days. As soon as I finish my rest, we will launch the final decisive battle against the war mistress. This time, I must kill her alive!"

When Dasa thought of the curse on himself now, he thought of the war mother.

"That's how I informed Manco and the others, asking them to re-enlist and complete the formation of the troops."

In this regard, Zur and Dasa thought of going together.

The Zandalari tribe is now entering the integration period. As long as the integration is completed and the troops are regrouped, Dasa will have enough confidence to fight a frontal war with the Chichen Itza war mother tribe.

On the edge of the big river that divides the Nazmir Forest and the Zandalari Mountains is the place where the Chichen Itza War Mother Settlement camped.

In one of the largest leather tents, Chichen Itza was sitting by the bed to receive the Blood Mistress that her subordinates had brought out from the Zandalari tribe's repeated sieges.

"North, are you sure you're not lying?"

"Swear to the Blood God, Warmother."

Noth stood respectfully in front of Chichen Itza and reported what she had witnessed while fighting the trolls of the Zandalari tribe.

Especially about the fact that Fisak, the mistress of the war who planned the invasion of the South, was forced to blew himself up by Dasa.

"Okay, I believe you. Tell me how you survived those hateful heretics."

Chichen Itza was sitting on the bed, looking at Nuo Si with interest.

"Yes, Battle Mother."

Noth nodded and told Chichen Itza what she had discovered about the Zandalari tribal army formation.

"The kind of special training just for looking good is meaningless. This time it will fail because our mobs are exhausted when fighting against the blasphemer, otherwise our hunters can easily take such a The little reinforcements were killed."

Chichen Itza did not think that the orderly formation of the Zandalari tribe was the key to their victory. The most important reason was that the hunters of the Zandalari tribe were stronger than the blood troll hunters.

That's why their trolls for blood troll sacrifices always prefer to use the mountains of Zandalar to capture them, rather than their own blood trolls deep in the forest of Nazmir.

"Go back and replenish your settlement hunters. You can recruit as many people as you can command. After Fisako died in battle, all her settlements came to me. There are many blood hunters who lost their original settlements. You can pick whatever you want. This is the blood god's gift to you for your sacrifice in the battle of the blasphemer."

After Chichen Itza looked at the blood mistress, she gave her a sweet date.

After all, the most trustworthy blood mistresses under her command either died in the fire or at the hands of the blasphemer. Noth, the last blood mistress under her command, was not as strong as the previous ones. An old-fashioned mistress, but she was also from the settlement of Chichen Itza and her mother.

It's better than trusting the group of blood mistresses who escaped from Fisako's war mother colony.

Those guys can even abandon the war mothers they serve, how can she make these cowardly people fight for the first place?

Chichen Itza thought that it was impossible, so she could only do her best to ensure that the direct line troops under her command completed the rectification first.

The information brought back from Norsel has shown that the blasphemer has already started to integrate the tribes of trolls living in the entire Zandalari mountains.

Although she didn't know how the young troll was doing, she knew very well that once the tribes of the trolls in the Zandalar Mountains were integrated, it would be a lot of trouble for them to go south every year to catch sacrifices. This is not what she wants to see.

Therefore, the blasphemer must die.

Whether it is the newly born Zandalari tribe or the Chichen Itza Warmother Settlement whose strength is expanding again, both sides are speeding up their preparations for the battle. Both sides know the threat to themselves from the other side, and the next battle is destined to be a war decisive battle.

Three days later, it was still at the Bonfire Square in Thunder Village.

A meeting of chiefs was held.

"Let's talk about how our troops are assembled now."

Dasa came here by himself this time, and his body has recovered a lot in such a short period of time, which he himself did not expect.

With that level of consumption, Dasa himself thought that he would definitely not be able to participate in this battle.

But now it seems that he still has a chance.

Give him another two days of rest, and he can return to the period of dealing with Fisako. At that time, he is taking the voodoo potion provided by Zul, and with his berserk, he has enough confidence to kill Chichen Itza's head was taken off.

The blood spell cast by the War Mistress is definitely impressive to him. At present, the Zandalari tribe does not have enough blood priests to confront the caster head-on, so Dasa can only choose to send a commando to contain the spellcaster. Hold those spellcasters.

Buy time and opportunities for the large forces to break through the front until they win the victory.

"The Raptor Dragoon Troop has recovered to a squadron of [-] cavalry. These new reinforcements from the southern villages will show their strength in this decisive battle."

Manco smiled.

"The squadron of pterodactyl riders has also recovered to fifteen riders, this time the air supremacy will be handed over to us."

Roca pointed to the three pterodactyl riders who were patrolling the sky and were also full of confidence.

"Although our Bat Scout Squadron has just been formed, Warchief! We will not let you down!"

Clara put on a light leather armor similar to that of a pterodactyl rider today. She is now a warlord directly under the chief of the Zandalari tribe, responsible for training and commanding bat riders.

She was from the Echo Tribe and took this appointment without even thinking about it.

"We have pterodactyl riders during the day, and we have bat riders at night, Warchief. This time our air supremacy can be guaranteed all day long."

Zul looked at Dasa with a smile, he was still very happy.

"The Direhorn heavy cavalry squad has been assembled. The six Direhorn heavy cavalry are equipped with armor provided by the southern village! Oh, this time I will take revenge on those white skins!"

Yaval was very happy in his bronze armor.

The Direhorn is wearing a bronze composite armor, and the sharp horns on the top of the head are covered with a cast bronze shell. This kind of protection can't be broken by the broken guns of the group of blood hunters.

"Our Thunder Lizard heavy cavalry squad has also assembled. Although we don't have armor, we will still charge forward with the Direhorn heavy cavalry."

Latza held two bronze battle axes in his hands and looked at Dasa seriously.

"Our hunters of the Antaine tribe stand ready for battle, Warchief."

Bwonsamdi answered Dasa while picking his nails.

"Very good, our infantry has also finished gathering, this time we will attack together. By the way, Zul! The flag sent from the southern village has arrived."

After listening to the reports of several chiefs, Dasa clapped his hands in satisfaction.Then he asked Zul to take out the five flags from the southern villages.

Zul signaled to the Zandalari guards standing aside to notify them. After a while, each of the five heavily armed Zandalari heavy infantry was holding a strong and thick flagpole, on which were hung five differently shaped banner.

The patterns drawn on these five flags are different. There are Velociraptor, Pterodactyl, Direhorn and Thunder Lizard. The last one is a troll skull.

"These five flags will represent your respective tribes in the future. The flag is here, the tribe is here, the flag is dead, the tribe is dead. Take the flag."

Dasa pointed to the five flags and explained to several chiefs.

Seeing these banners, Manco and other trolls were very excited, and even Bwonsamdi was a little excited to take over the banner that belonged exclusively to the Antaien tribe.

After several people took over the flag, a large flag symbolizing the Zandalari tribe was raised on the newly erected wooden pole beside the Bonfire Square.

The troops have been assembled, and it is time for the final decisive battle.

　PS: Today is Ching Ming Festival, everyone remember to pay homage to your ancestors.Is it raining over there?I don't have it here.

　　I hope that today's collection can exceed [-], um.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)