Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 8 Changes in the Tribe

The impact of the blood troll invasion on the trolls living in this forest far exceeded Dasa's expectations. In just over half a year, he reached the agreed number of people with Rezan.

The tribe has reached hundreds of people.

This is a grand scene that is not recorded in the records of witches in the tribe they belong to.

But at the same time, the invasion of the blood trolls that has always made Dasa and Zul vigilant against their tribe has never appeared. Now that the tension has lasted for more than half a year, everyone feels that those white skins from the north have already gone back.

This kind of stable life once caused Dasa to have self-doubt. Will he fight wits with the air again?
In addition to the continuation of the stable time, which caused the vigilance of the tribe owners to drop, another reason was the large increase in the tribe's population.

A tribe with a population of [-] people without the protection and guidance of the loa gods is beyond the understanding of Zul and Wukan.

At the same time, this is beyond the cognition of the witches of the past. After all, apart from their tribe, no small tribe can achieve the achievement of having a population of more than [-] without the protection of the loa gods like them.

However, Dasa did not take the initiative to seek out Rezan and ask him to fulfill his promise; he also forbade Zul to seek Rezan at this time and demand that the other party fulfill his promise.

Because, there are too many things in the tribe.

Facing the sharply increasing population, the primary problem faced by the tribe is the shortage of food.

lack of food.

Dasa felt that even Rezan, the demigod of the wilderness, could not conjure enough food for their tribe out of thin air.

In the final analysis, the trolls can only rely on themselves.

Fortunately, most of the refugees who came here were young and middle-aged. With a big wave of Wukan's hand, these young and middle-aged people joined the hunting team, making them all self-sufficient.

Dasa really wanted to let these young men stay and help him cultivate the land, and at the same time bring back some animals that could be raised.

However, his proposal was rejected by Wukan, because the chief could not understand what Dasa said that food could be obtained by cultivating the land.

He believed more in food through hunting.

In desperation, Dasa had no choice but to tell Mu Ke privately about the work of catching and raising animals, and the other party agreed.

Dasa chose to quit the hunting team temporarily because he wanted to promote the transformation of farming in the tribe.

Among the tribes, it is not that there are no more suitable personnel to carry out farming operations.

Those old trolls and half-children who could not participate in hunting became participants in Dasa's promotion of farming transformation.

"The harvest season is coming, and it's really gratifying to see the growth of these crops."

Holding a stone hoe in one hand, Dasa stood beside the field row and looked at Zuer with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that those plants could actually grow and bear so many good fruits."

Zuer said, holding a bright red fruit that looked like an earth tomato, and took a bite.

The sweet and sour juice burst in his mouth, providing him with some satisfaction after a busy morning.

Speaking of these plants, Dasa was full of emotion.

He is especially grateful to this planet - Azeroth.

It is said that the edible parts of the plants grown naturally by nature in the barren state are not likely to become as delicious as the edible plants that have been domesticated for thousands of years on the earth.

But Tadsa really found so many plants when he explored the various edible plants in the forest for such a long time.

What's even more strange is that Dasa began to domesticate the wheat for his long-term plan. In just over a year, the rapid mutation of this wheat, which was originally the same as roadside weeds, became Dasa's memory. The kind of wheat in.

Besides wheat, he also found barley and oats in the forest.

In such a long time, he has discovered more and more plants. As for the naming method, he also named them according to the names of these similar plants on the earth.

All in all, according to Dasa's cognition, there is only one explanation for these crops that could not appear out of thin air after they are found in the forest.

The world consciousness is working hard to push their race to live.

"Praise Azeroth!"

Daza picked up a tomato from Zul's basket and took a bite, admiring it from the bottom of his heart.

"Azeroth, which loa's name is it?"

Zul heard Dasa's words and thought it was the name of a loa.

"He, He is the name of the world we live in, and He is the most supreme existence in our world."

Dasa smiled and looked at Zuer. As for whether the other party believed what he said, it was not his business.

After listening to Dasa's words, Zul fell into deep thought. He didn't doubt Dasa's consciousness. He really couldn't imagine that the world he lived in actually had such a powerful loa. What is it in terms of A?

"Let's go, let's move faster, weed out the weeds in this field, and then go to the west field to have a look."

Dasa looked at Zuer who was lost in thought, patted him on the shoulder and went down to the ground with the hoe on his shoulder.

Zuer didn't think too much, and went to the field to weed with Dasa.

Dasa has proved to him with practical actions that even if they don't hunt and gather prey in the forest, they have better sources of food.

Through farming, they can obtain a more stable source of food than hunting and gathering, and the amount of food harvested will far exceed the amount obtained by hunting in the forest.

For this reason, Zuer was ready to take advantage of this bumper harvest to suggest to Chief Wukan that all hunting teams should switch to farming. After all, farming is also a very labor-intensive task.

Especially in the stage of land reclamation, it is extremely strenuous.

The trolls who participated in the farming were very proud of the farmland that they planted with their own hands and gradually became fruitful. After seeing Dasa's figure, they actively surrounded him and invited him to taste the crops grown in their own fields. Fruits or vegetables that come out.

"The harvest day is getting closer and closer, everyone, don't relax in these last days, remember the key points I emphasized to you."

Dasa smiled and faced the group of troll farmers who surrounded him. He also held a handful of bone plows in his hand, and his legs were covered with mud.

"Of course! Dasa, we will naturally not allow the farmland that has worked hard for half a year to be destroyed at this time."

"Don't worry, we will be careful. We will take this opportunity to prove to the chief that we are still useful."

After hearing Dasa's instructions, the troll farmers all patted their chests and assured him.

Most of them are unable to participate in hunting activities because of their age. For many people in the tribe, they have no role, but will consume the tribe's precious food.

Once the tribe encounters a famine, they can be said to be the first batch of victims.

But now, in Dasa's efforts to promote farming and planting, they have proved that they are still useful to the tribe with the food they have worked so hard to cultivate.

They are not trash.

"I trust you, so I will leave this place to you. Wu and I will go to other places first."

Dasa said and left the farmland.

Zuer saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't say much in front of these farmers.

Until the two left the crowd and came to a place farther away from the most remote farmland.

"You're about to become a de facto chief, Dasa."

Zul looked at the friend in front of him. During this time, he had been recalling some changes in the tribe that his friend had led since he was a child.

I don't know if I don't arrange it, but this arrangement shocked him.

Many important changes in skills and development routes in the entire tribe are almost all proposed by him.

This kind of obvious change is supposed to only happen among the tribes protected by the loa gods.

But look, their own tribe, so far they have not found a deloa god who is willing to provide them with shelter.

"All I have done is to make the tribe's life better."

Dasa looked at the fiery clouds that were already turning red in the sky.

"You said some time ago that your research on that pile of stones has yielded results?"

Zul looked at Dasa and once again mentioned a key thing.

Ugor died because of that pile of stones. Half a year ago, Dasa applied for a group of manpower from Wukan to collect and excavate the stones there.

Those strange purple-red stones were brought back basket by basket, and Dasa finally placed them in a small wooden hut outside the tribal camp.

When he was free, he always went to his cabin.Many times Zul himself wondered if the previous generation of witches had chosen the wrong person.

Obviously, Dasa is the most suitable candidate for the witch.

"Well, I have tried many times and failed many times, but fortunately those ores can be recycled even if the smelting fails, which is very close to success."

As soon as Daza mentioned the copper ore smelting experiment, he suddenly became fascinated. The copper ore smelting is the second only thing he pays attention to after farming.

When it comes to these copper ores, he still wants to say something.

Thanks Azeroth!

The quality of those copper ores is frighteningly high, and Dasa really can't imagine how there is a large semi-open-pit copper mine in such a tropical and subtropical forest area.

The point is that the quality of those copper ores is extremely high, almost pure copper.

However, this also created difficulties for Dasa's further experimental ideas.

Pure copper is too soft to be used as a tool.

What Dasa wanted was bronze.

However, in order to get the copper alloy, he still needs to find some other ores.

Such as lead ore and zinc ore.

He doesn't count on the smelting of iron ore, at least he doesn't dare to think about it until he understands the smelting of bronze.

To promote the development of a civilization, we still have to do it step by step slowly,
"What's the use of those things? It doesn't look like gold to me."

The reason most trolls look down on those copper mines is because those ores are not gold mines.

The troll's civilization development can already smelt and forge gold, but considering the scarcity of gold, this metal is only used as an ornament for sacrifices.

Copper is different, it is not as dazzling as gold, and the quantity is more than gold, so it is not so important.

But for Dasa, gold is not as important as copper.

What he wants is a brand new tool that can be rolled out quickly, instead of still holding stone tools, bone tools, and wooden tools.

When the harvest day came, Dasa also invited Wukan to go to the farmland next to the tribal camp to witness this historic moment.

It was the first time Wukan saw this field full of fruit.

He was shocked.

"These, these are all grown by ourselves?!"

Wukan never thought that these edible plants that naturally grow in the forest could be planted artificially, and they could still obtain such a large yield.

"Yes, chief. With this batch of food, we will have a much better life in the next dry season."

Dasa looked at the fields full of fruits, and the farmers who were hurrying to harvest were equally excited.

"That's great, that's, that's great. You're doing a great job, Dasa, you're doing a great job."

Wukan put his excited hands on Dasa's shoulders, his expression very excited.

"It's nothing, Chief. I'm all for the Horde."

Dasa looked at the agitated Wukan, and smiled to comfort him. He still remembered that the chief was still ill.

If he is too emotional, he may be about to fall ill.

"You're right, for our tribe to survive in this forest."

Resisting the urge to cough, Wukan solemnly handed over the bone staff that symbolized the chief's power to Daza.

"Chief?!"

Dasa naturally knew what this bone staff represented.

"Take it, you'll need it later. I should have given this to you, Dasa."

In front of everyone, Wukan gave Dasa the bone rod representing power in his hand.

This also symbolized that he had officially handed over the chief's full power to Dasa.

He had been hesitant before, hesitating whether he should hand over the rights of the chief to Dasa before he died of illness, after all, the other party was too young.

It is really a risky choice for a young man under the age of 20 to become a chief.

However, when he saw this large piece of farmland full of fruit that could not be seen to the side today, the last bit of doubt in his heart completely dissipated.

It's time to let go and let this young man in front of you do it.

"Yes, I will not let you down. I hereby solemnly assure you that our tribe will rise in the mountains of Zandalar. And our people will have a better tomorrow."

Dasa felt the weight of the bone staff polished from the bones of an unknown animal in his hand, and strengthened his belief in his heart.

"With your words, I am relieved. Your wisdom and courage are above mine, Dasa. I also believe that you can do it. By the way, those fruits, give me a few more tonight."

After Wukan inspected the farmland, he left here. His health has become worse and worse in the past six months.

Although Dasa wanted to help Wukan heal, he was not capable enough.

When Wukan left, everyone present looked at Dasa, and saluted him and their new chief.

After Dasa finished responding to these tribesmen, he left the farmland, returned to the tribe, summoned several craftsmen in the tribe, and began to discuss future plans.

What Dasa didn't know was that the blood troll invasion he had been vigilant about was about to befall his tribe.

A new crisis is coming.

(End of this chapter)