Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 85

On the practice field, the nine circled "rings" have been set up, and even the individual duel practice has been started for a while. The troll hunters from all tribes are very happy to show their strength in this big practice. With their own strength, this is a game full of glory.

The game that is going on at the moment is a game that everyone in the Zandalari leadership is looking forward to.

Because this group arena match is a deacon against a team captain of ten people.

This game has been going on for some time from the beginning to now.

The deacon was suppressed and beaten by the captain at first, and all the punches and kicks hit him firmly, but the deacon's counterattack was incoherent, and it could be seen that he had never received any combat training before.

However, as the game continued, all the onlookers discovered something different.

The assistant had obviously received so many attacks from the captain, so he should have been injured and fell to the ground long ago, but he still stood on the field, still facing the captain of the ten-man team.

Even after being beaten for such a long time, he has gradually mastered some defensive essentials, and his counterattack has gradually begun.

On the other hand, the captain's expression seemed to be getting more and more irritable, and his breathing became a little short.

"That's why you dared to tell me that you can send priests to go deep into the Nazmir Forest?"

Dasa felt something different from the deacon who was still at a disadvantage, which was similar to the magic of the loa gods.

"Yes, Great Chief. Our priest training system has been gradually established, and the first batch of deacons can already face themselves."

Zuer nodded and pointed to the deacon on the ring.

"It's just stronger stamina and faster recovery, what else does he have?"

Dasa didn't think that a deacon of this level could go to the battlefield, and now it was just a contest between the two sides in the ring, and the opponents didn't really fight, and they were all fighting with bare hands.

If they were to go to the battlefield, these deacons had no combat experience, what would they do in the face of those blood trolls?
The enemy never holds back.

At that time, the death of a deacon would be enough for him to feel distressed for a long time.

Therefore, Dasa is not optimistic about the current group of priests and let them go to the battlefield; the time is not ripe yet.

"Great Chief, please continue to look down."

With a confident look, Zuer pointed to the game that was still going on below.

I saw that the deacon blocked the captain's continuous heavy punches with both arms and headgear, then lunged forward, and swung his right fist at the opponent's face while the opponent's arms were wide open.

"It's too slow."

The captain stared at the opponent's fist with a sneer in his heart. He had enough time to defend the punch back and forth, and he had even thought about how to counterattack after he defended it.

It's just that the opponent's fist suddenly changed suddenly at this time.

As soon as a dazzling golden holy light flashed, the flash of light made him fall into a brief blindness like a flashlight, and he was a little flustered at this moment.

The deacon also seized this excellent opportunity, changed his fist into a hug, wrapped his arms tightly around the captain's waist, hugged him and smashed it to the ground heavily.

"cough!"

This blow and hug made the captain feel that his bones were about to be broken, and he couldn't catch his breath.

The deacon's attack was not over yet, he clenched the opponent's wrist with one hand, grabbed the captain's armed belt with the other, lifted him up from the ground, and smashed him back to the ground heavily from his shoulder.

Then, the captain may not be able to do it in a short time when he climbs up.

"How? Warchief."

Zul looked at the deacon who was celebrating his victory after the referee announced the victory, and looked at Dasa.

"We need a spellcaster, High Priest. Not one, a wrestler."

Dasa was not very satisfied with this result. The mages he understood were the kind of scholars whose bodies were better than ordinary people, but who relied on their brains and magic to fight.

As for the guy on the ring, apart from wearing a deacon robe, he looked a little thin and a bit of a scholar, but other than that, in the battle just now, he didn't look like a serious spellcaster!

In the world of Azeroth, there is no need for melee mages!
Leave the melee combat to these fighters.

"The great chief thinks that the opponent's spells are not used well?"

Zuul looked at Dasa.

"The timing of using the spell is very good. I used the flash to blind the opponent and seized the opportunity to turn the tables. But!"

Dasa looked at Dasa seriously as he spoke, but Zuer interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Don't be fooled, Great Chief. You just say, whether the deacon won this match or not."

Zul waved his hand and looked at Dasa seriously. He has been working hard to get the priests to join the current Zandalari army system. The demons are suppressing and beating the situation.

When the time comes, the leader will have to take the lead in the charge and take the risk of raiding the opponent's command center.

This kind of thing, once or twice is enough.

There are too many times, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents!

As the great chief of the Zandalari tribe, Dasa is not qualified to play the role of commando captain at all now.

"Okay, okay, like this, let's go down to practice alone later! I'll let you have one hand, as long as you can hold it, I'll allow you to let the priests go out with the army."

Dasa took a deep breath, and finally decided to explain everything with his fists.

"Okay, the two of us haven't fought for a long time, so we just have this opportunity to fight with you."

When Zuer heard that he was still using his strength to decide the outcome, that would be great!

He likes it that way.

This time, he will let Dasa have a good experience of the combat power of the loa priest.

When the remaining eight matches on the training ground were over, Dasa and Zuer entered the central ring, and their appearance really aroused the cheers of the onlookers.

Unexpectedly, this time I could witness a fight between the chief and the high priest!
Dasa's upper body was naked at the moment, and his lower body was only a pair of linen shorts. The golden armor had already been taken off when he came down, and it was not a life-and-death battle on the practice ground, so he didn't need to wear any armor.

Zul was also dressed in the same way, a linen tunic, and all other ornaments were taken off.

"Well then, I'll let you have one hand, do you want me to distance myself a bit and give you some time to cast the spell?"

Dasa looked at Zuer with a relaxed smile.

"To be honest, I think you'd better be serious. Otherwise, if you make a fool of yourself, the prestige of your warchief will decline."

Zuer also looked relaxed, he was sure to fight Dasa [-]-[-].

He believed in the power of the loa.

"You don't need to worry, let's start."

As soon as Dasa finished speaking, he kicked the ground with his feet behind his hands and jumped out.

The speed was so fast that Zuer didn't react for a while.

A shoulder hit hit Zuer's chest firmly, and a golden shield of holy light condensed on his chest in desperation to block the blow for him, but the kinetic energy brought by the impact made him It is unavoidable.

With one blow, Zuer was given out of the ring by Dasa.

"Hey! It's okay!"

Seeing that his old friend was pushed out by his shoulder bump, Dasa was a little worried lying on the ground, and ran over quickly.

"I'm okay, when did you guys get so fast?"

Panting for breath, Zul climbed up from the ground by himself. He never felt that Dasa's movements were so fast before.

"So, do you want to continue?"

Dasa looked at Zuer who got up from the ground with a smile.

"Go ahead, this time just do as you said, let me, let me have a hand."

The more Zuer spoke, the smaller the voice became.

She was a little embarrassed, and at the same time he couldn't help but wonder, is this friend of his really a troll?

Can trolls be so physically fit?
"Hey! That's right. Remember to make your shield thicker, otherwise you may be injured when I punch you."

Dasa pulled Zur up from the ground, and even brushed the dust off his short robe with his hand.

The two returned to the central ring, and the cheers of the surrounding crowd became louder. Dasa knocked Zuer into the air with just one blow, which gave them a better understanding of Dasa's strength.

Daza announced the start of the battle once again after deliberately keeping a long enough distance from Zul.He still had his hands behind his back, kicked his legs hard on the ground, and rushed towards Zul.

This time Zuer had a better understanding, he put a layer of emerald green shield on himself in advance, and then rushed towards Dasa without dodging or evading.

Dasa's shoulder bumped into the arms crossed in front of him, and this time Zul blocked it.

"Oh? The basic use of life energy? Isn't it the power to pray from Gonk?"

After the shoulder bump, Daza then slammed his left leg into Zur's thigh, trying to kick him down.

This blow was missed, and he just felt a gust of wind blowing from Zuer's body, which took him away from the position just now.

"I did it. I successfully integrated these spells into voodoo."

After withstood Dasa's two attacks in succession, Zuer gradually gained some confidence in his heart.

"Oh, it looks like they're all auxiliary spells. I'm still pointing to the day when you can throw fireballs and lightning."

After Zul opened the distance, Daza charged again and followed him. This time, his left leg raised his knee and hit his knee against the opponent's abdomen.

Zul raised his knee to defend, but he regretted it immediately after doing so.

Knees collided with knees, obviously he still had the blessing of life spells on his body, he shouldn't be too short of Dasa's blow, but he felt as if his kneecap was about to shatter.

Unable to stand on one leg, he fell to the ground.

"Hey! Can you do it? That's it?"

Daza looked at Zuer, who arrived after bumping knee to knee with him, and was really speechless. It seemed that he should let him go to the academy to teach honestly.

He always thought about what kind of battlefield he was going to fight with himself. Should he go to that kind of bloody place?

"When did you become stronger again?!"

Zuer can be very sure this time, Dasa has a physical problem, a big problem!
In the past, he couldn't break through any spell shields, but now he can do it so easily!
What the hell did he do? !

"Well, after killing that war mother about two years ago, the curse on my body disappeared. After that, I recovered for a while, and then I got better."

As Daza spoke, he pulled Zur up from the ground.

"Well, it seems that I can't convince you anymore. But, Great Chief, we must let the priests participate in the Northern Expedition next year, otherwise our clansmen will sacrifice a lot in vain."

After Zul was pulled up from the ground by Dasa, he was still admonishing Daza.

"I'll think about it, okay, you'd better go down and cultivate yourself. Hey! You guys come down! Let's have a good fight together!"

Dasa nodded his head as he had listened to Zul's advice, then looked towards the high platform, and asked the five chiefs above to come down and have a good fight with him.

After hearing Dasa's order, the five chiefs on the high platform left the high platform and came to the practice field without hesitation.

Except for Manco and Roca, the other three chiefs have never fought against Dasa, and they have long wanted to fight the great chief head-on. Although they have seen Dasa on the battlefield However, in their view, it was entirely due to Rezan's blessing.

Nowadays, no one needs Loa's blessing, just fight head-on like this!

"You don't need to come one by one, you five come together."

Dasa stretched his neck and shoulders and looked at the five chiefs in front of him.

"Great chief, if you lose by doing this, it won't look good."

Bwonsamdi smiled, and looked at Dasa with sly eyes through the bone mask on his face.

"Go ahead! I also want to test my current situation."

Daza thumped his chest and let out a muffled sound.

After Manco and Roca looked at each other, the two attacked Dasa without hesitation, and they punched Daza one left and one right.

Standing on the spot, Dasa grabbed the fists that the two of them swung with both hands, and tightly held their wrists.

"I said, you five go ahead and remember to use your best."

Dasa's eyes were fixed on Bwonsamdi, and his hands kept clenching the wrists of Roca and Manco.

Feeling the pain from their wrists, Rocca and Manco slammed their fists on Daza's head again with their free hands.

It's just that before their fists touched Dasa's face, the two of them were thrown out by Dasa just like before.

"Wow, wow. It seems that we have to get serious, otherwise, this great chief will really be looked down upon. Murzala! I need your strength!"

Looking at Dasa's move, Bwonsamdi understood that the real target of his words was himself.

Therefore, he chose to use the power of the Loa gods.

Murzala, chose to answer his prayer.

With Bwonsamdi's beginning, the other four chiefs also prayed to the loa gods they believed in.

After all, this exercise is already as Bwonsamdi said, if you don't show some real skills, you will really be looked down upon by Dasa.

　PS: Saturday, sleep late first

　　
　
(End of this chapter)