Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 76 The Assembly of the Army

In the northern village, Kikochik stood guard on a high wooden wall. In front of him was the attack of blood hunters from the Chichen Itza war mother settlement.

This kind of offensive is nothing compared to the initial offensive of the southern invasion, but the current defenders in the northern villages are much less than when they just responded to the southern invasion.

Therefore, for Kikochik, every time he deals with such an offensive is a test.

"Overseer, they are retreating again."

The soldiers guarding Kikochik said to him happily as they watched the blood hunters retreating again.

It was another disaster, and it was a joy for them to survive such a battle.

"As usual, let all the hunters take turns to rest, gather all the injured to the center of the village, and cheer up the guards."

Although Kikochik was physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, he still didn't dare to slack off, because all these details were related to the survival of the entire northern village.

And these details were bought by the hunters of the Zandalari tribe in exchange for blood in the battle with the blood tribe.

Kikochik, who left the high wall, returned to the war chamber, where he saw a pterodactyl rider waiting for him in the chamber.

"A message from the chief?"

Kikochik guessed the other party's intention the moment he saw the other party.

"Yes, to be precise, it is the news of the chief."

The pterodactyl rider nodded and corrected his address for Dasa.

"The Great Chief? What happened over there?"

Kikochik still doesn't know what happened in Thunder Village.

The pterodactyl rider explained to him one by one what happened in Thunder Village, and it was at this time that Kikochik knew about the major events that had happened during this period.

"Therefore, the great chief ordered, Warlord Kikochik, you must stand firm until the moment the army arrives."

The pterodactyl rider finally conveyed Daza's order to Kikochik.

"Don't worry, the northern villages will never fall until the defenders of our northern villages die."

Kikochik learned of Dasa's plan from the other party.

Judging from the area currently bordering the Zandalari Mountains and the Nazmir Forest, the northern village is the only Zandalari tribe village located on the southern side of the great river, guarding the shallows across the river.

If the Chichen Itza war mother settlement wants to retreat, it must pass through this shoal and cross the river to return to the Nazmir Forest. Therefore, the existence of the village in the north is a key strategic point for them.

If this village is not uprooted, their retreat may be cut off.

In the large plain area to the south of the northern village is the camp of the Chichen Itza Warmother Settlement, Jianjiao Village, and Thunder Village are to the west of the Jianjiao Village, and another Fisak Warmother Settlement that previously invaded the south The camp is also set up in this area.

When Fisako's Warmother was killed by Dasa, all the blood trolls under her command retreated to the Chichen Itza Warmother settlement. The mother took in all of them, so that the strength of her settlement was not only fully complemented, but even a lot more.

From the map, the most intuitive expression is that the Chichen Itza war mother settlement has been surrounded by the three Zandalari villages of the North, the Sharp Point, and the Thunder.

Considering that this area is a plain area, the Chichen Itza war mother settlement has no danger at all.

"So, it's good for us to surround them. Without water and food, these white ghosts will retreat by themselves."

Bwonsamdi saw the situation of this war very shrewdly. Although the Chichen Itza war mother settlement had a large population, they didn't have any supplies at all, and sooner or later they fell into the problem of food and water shortages.

In this way, the troops of the Zandalari tribe only need to surround them and limit the range of activities of these white ghosts, and they can win the war at the lowest cost.

"It is impossible for those white ghosts to let us surround them. You have seen how crazy the believers of these evil gods are. If they are surrounded by then, they will definitely attack us first. The three villages Which one shall we guard?"

Manco disagreed with Bwonsamdi's plan of siege but not attack. It seemed to him that if he wanted to end this southward invasion as soon as possible, the best way was to wipe out all the opponents instead of waiting for the opponents to perish by themselves.

"The opponent's numbers are higher than ours, and the siege is definitely impossible. If we want to win this battle, in addition to the unity of all of us, the more important thing is to contain their evil god priests."

Dasa put on his golden armor again today. After four consecutive days of training, his body has recovered a lot, and he is confident that he can go to the battlefield.

"Leave the mysterious side to me to handle."

Zuul looked at Dasa from the seat representing the High Priest.

"Negative, the number of spellcasters in our Zandalari tribe is far from enough. One of you is a treasure. I can't let you babies go to the battlefield. This time is a decisive battle. We are fighting the main force. I am You cannot take the risk of sending you into battle."

Dasa rejected Zul's invitation to fight without hesitation. In his opinion, it would be irresponsible for their lives to let the precious spellcasters of the tribe go to the battlefield to fight against the blood priests.

If the number of spellcasters increases in the future, or if there is a process of guiding and educating spellcasters in batches, he may agree to the presence of priests on the battlefield.

But before that, let's just stay in the village to teach and educate people.

"Great chief, do you know how many clansmen will die like this?!"

When Zuer heard what Dasa said, he became anxious.

"Of course I know, so I'm trying to find a way now."

Dasa stared into Zul's eyes.

"Are you planning to lead a team to directly raid that war mistress and her blood mistresses?!
Dasa!

Find out who you are now!You are Warchief!Not the original hunting captain!There are so many chieftains and warlords in the Zandalari tribe, do you need to attack them yourself? ! "

As he spoke, Zuer took out the pottery plate on which Dasa's signature was engraved, and slapped it on the table in front of him.

"Hey! I'm telling you! Zul! The entire tribe is up and down, and matters that have nothing to do with the mysterious side, I have the final say! I am the great chief!"

Dasa also hurriedly patted the table.

The five subordinate chiefs sat around in front of the big map, watching the quarrel between the great chief and the high priest, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Uh, all right. High Chief, High Priest. Let's get down to business."

Yaval became a peacemaker out loud, and he didn't want the two of them to quarrel like this anymore.

"Zul, you know better than me how rare the number of spellcasters in the tribe is now, I can't let you go to the battlefield, so just give up.

Ladies and gentlemen, the plan is still as I made earlier. I need to mobilize a group of elite hunters from your subordinates, and they will follow me to take part in this operation to pin down the enemy spellcasters. "

After Dasa explained to Zul why he would not let him go to the battlefield, he began to prepare for the selection of personnel to form a special team that could keep up with his actions.

All the chiefs knew about the formation of the Great Chief's Guard.

They are also very much in favor of forming this guard. Both Manco and Latza have witnessed the great chief's desperate play.

It is too risky to strike and behead an enemy leader alone.

Soldier to soldier, general to general, king to king.

This is the real style of play that should be chosen, instead of what Dasa himself did, regardless of whether you are a soldier, a general or a king, I will defeat them all by myself.

The great chief's personal strength is indeed very strong, but no matter how strong he is, he can't form an army alone and wipe out an entire war mother settlement by himself.

With her blood magic, the war mistress can wipe out a Zandalari tribe village by herself, but Dasa is just a troll hunter, and he doesn't have that ability.

Although it is still a bit late to recruit people at this time, after all, it still takes a lot of time to hone and cooperate between teams.

But time is running out, so the only choice is to hone and cooperate on the battlefield.

On the last day, the selection of the members of the Great Chief's Guard was completed, and a total of nine elite hunters were selected.

This last day is also the day when the Zandalari tribe's army is about to set off.

The army here is considered a large army for all the trolls in the Zandalari mountains, because this time the number of expeditions has reached a thousand.

This was an unprecedented number of hunters among the tribes of the Zandalari mountain trolls.

However, in order to command this army of thousands of people reasonably, it is obviously not feasible to simply rely on the previous method of sending orders.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
Heavy drums resounded through the empty plain, and the sound of the drum was accompanied by the horn made of the broken horn of the Direhorn. The sound of the horn was also low and desolate.

The army of thousands of people is lined up on this plain, and at a glance, there is no edge at all, as if it is boundless.

Dasa also took this opportunity to get addicted to a military parade.

After the military parade, it is time to go out. The difficulty of marching with a thousand-man army is far more difficult than the previous march of only a hundred people. It is already a big problem to ensure that the personnel do not fall behind, not to mention food and water during the march. supply problem.

After all, there is a big difference between a camp with a thousand people and a camp with a hundred people.

Fortunately, this time the army of the Zandalari tribe was no more than two days away from the Chichen Itza war mother settlement camp.The army of thousands of people can still reach the destination with three days of rations and drinking water.

"It's a spectacular sight. I never imagined that we could have such a large number of hunters."

Manco was riding on the Velociraptor, chatting with Yaval beside him.

"Yeah, this kind of scene is something I didn't even dare to think about before."

Yaval rode on the back of his Direhorn and slowly followed the large army, and then turned his head to look at the endless march behind him.

"This is the strength of our unity. When the tribes of the trolls in the entire Zandalari mountains are united, our civilization will also enter a new stage."

Dasa rode a Deinonychus to the side of the two, and he heard their chatting.

"Great chief, is what you said true?!"

As one of the five major tribes, Manco joined the Zandalar first. He has deeply experienced the rapid changes of the Zandalari tribe. He can eat enough, have a safe camp, and have strong armor and sharp weapons. .

This kind of life is already the limit for him, and he can't imagine a better life.

"Of course it is true. If you can survive this war, we will be able to witness this historic arrival together."

Daza patted Manco on the shoulder with a smile, glanced at Yaval, and rode away on his own Deinonychus.

He is going to the front of the line to see if there is any deviation.

The movement of the Zandalari tribe's army is not so easy to conceal, especially if Chichen Itza wants to find it.

Soon, she received information from the blood hunters under her command.

This large army of Zandalari tribes has been spotted, targeting the Chichen Itza settlement camp.

"You said there were a lot of heretics?"

Chichen Itza looked at the blood hunter kneeling in front of her, the mask on her face covered all her expressions, and her tone was as indifferent as ever.

"Yes, great war mother."

The blood hunter knelt down in front of Chichen Itza, and answered humbly.

"Very well, you can go down now. The Blood God will pay special attention to you."

While talking, Chichen Itza took out the obsidian dagger hanging from his waist, made a small cut on his left middle finger, and stretched out his finger in front of the blood hunter.

And this blood hunter suddenly raised his head after hearing Chichen Itza's words, the fanatic expression on his face became more and more intense, facing Chichen Itza's finger with her own blood, he He kissed it without hesitation, sucking the blood.

This special ceremony didn't take long. The blood hunter bid farewell to Chichen Itza with a little reluctance.

"Hehe, come on, come on! You heretics! You will all become sacrifices to the blood god! The blood god is supreme! The blood god is supreme!
Blasphemer, you're bound to come, aren't you!
I will prepare a special event for you! "

The expression under Chichen Itza's mask gradually became ferocious. She was sure that this huge army of Zandalari trolls must have come from Dasa.

That male troll is indeed capable of organizing such an army.

However, in her view, this so-called army was nothing more than helping her gather the trolls who were scattered in the mountains of Zandalar.

This is actually a good thing for her. After all, a group of guinea pigs running around are not as easy to catch as organized Direhorn dinosaurs.

Now that the other party has already delivered it to her door, she will definitely take the initiative to fight.

"Order! All the mistresses gather their own hunters immediately! We are going to set off again to capture the sacrifices! For the blood god!"

Chichen Itza walked out of her tent, and with the blood spell, her voice spread throughout the camp.

The blood trolls acted immediately under the order of the war mother.

On this plain, a battle recorded in history is about to kick off.

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