Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 93 The White Ghost's Counterattack

"Joining your Loa regiment is no problem, but if you want to serve me, you high-ranking priests had better have the perseverance comparable to your great chief."

"Of course, but if you want to have the ability of the great chief, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

"I know this in my heart, your great chief is no longer an ordinary mortal."

In a trance, Dasa heard the noise coming from his ears, and then he vaguely felt the return of body control, and at the same time, there was a sore feeling from the muscles all over his body.

What was I doing before?

Dasa was thinking, the already stiff muscles of his body finally relaxed, and with the relaxation of his limbs, his body could no longer lean on top of Kawag's head.

The smooth skin and Kawag's streamlined body naturally made Dasa fall from here.

"Great Chief!"

Apache looked at Dasa who was falling from Kawag's head, and wanted to pick it up.

But before he caught Dasa, the other party was already wrapped up by Kawage's long tongue, and then Kawage swallowed Dasa like a conditioned reflex.

"Great Chief!!!"

Zuer jumped up when he saw this scene.

"Quack? Sorry, I'm used to it."

At this moment, Kawag suddenly remembered that he was just picking up people, not rolling food.

Dasa was rolled back to the ground by Kawag from his mouth with his tongue, and his brain is still shutting down at the moment.

Seeing that Zuer was being put back on the ground, Dasa, who had already awakened, rushed up, ignoring the mucus on the other party's body, and carefully helped him up from the ground.

"Zul? Did I win?"

After seeing Zul's face, Dasa's brain that was down began to think again.

"Of course you won! Boy! You scratched my scalp! You are worse than lice! You have been lying on my head for five days!"

Kawag's thunder-like voice appeared in Dasa's ears. He was really moved by this guy's perseverance.

When he announced the end of the game, Dasa had passed out. He also tried to make other trolls stand on the trees and drag Dasa who was still lying on top of his head, but none of the trolls Can get Daza off his head.

Those trolls who went to drag Dasa were shocked to find that even though their great chief was unconscious and his muscles were stiff, he was still clinging to Kawag's head and refused to let go.

Because he was worried about hurting Kawage, he just waited for Dasa to wake up by himself.

Such a wait is five days.

Because of these five days, Kawag went from ignoring Dasa to being irritable, and now he recognized him.

A guy with such perseverance is definitely not an ordinary mortal.

"That's really sorry, Zuer. You go and treat Lord Kawag quickly."

After listening to Kawag's words, Dasa turned his head and looked at Zuer.

"I've agreed to join your Zandalari loa regiment, and you're doing well, boy."

Kawagg told Dasa about his attitude towards the Zandalar tribe.

"In addition, there is another piece of good news, Great Chief. One of the multiple exploration teams we sent out gave us news yesterday. They have found a loa god and successfully persuaded the other party to be willing to protect him. We're tribe."

After Kawag finished speaking, Zuer gave Dasa another piece of good news.

"Which wilderness demigod?"

Dasa looked at Zul seriously, they came here to find the loa god, this news was also excellent news for him.

"Cheetah demigod, Bethesek."

Zul spoke the name of the new demigod to the Zandalar tribe.

It's just that this name didn't have much image for Dasa, he thought it was Shadra's big spider.

"By the way, Great Chief. They also learned about the whereabouts of another Loa Shadra from the Crown Prince Besek, saying that he has left the Nazmir Forest and is heading south."

Comanche added.

"South? That big spider went to the mountains of Zandalar? Did you tell the people in the tribe? Tell them to keep an eye on it."

Dasa didn't think about why the big spider who lived well in the Nazmir forest would take the initiative to go south.

"I have already told them, and I think it will not be long before there will be a reply."

After Zul finished speaking, Dasa stood up from the ground.

After Daza felt that his limbs had recovered a little, he just wanted to take a shower, and he felt very uncomfortable with the mucus all over his body.

After another night of rest by the lake where Kawag was, Dasa led the exploration team on their way home, but this time they would be faster than when they came.

Because, Kawage’s friendship provided them with a convenient "transportation tool" a giant frog that was a circle bigger than the Velociraptor!

These Kawage's family members provided Dasa and the others with great convenience for their actions in this wet swamp. It was expected to take seven days to get out of the swamp, but they walked out in two days.

However, these giant frogs could only send Dasa and his party here, and they had to walk the rest of the way by themselves.

The temperature in the dense forest is still higher than that of the watery swamp lake, not to mention that it is still the dry season, and the hot and humid wind is blowing, mixed with the smell of the humus layer on the forest floor.

"Ah, this smell is more familiar."

After returning to the dense forest, Dasa took a deep breath of the air here.

"Great chief, let's hurry up, after all, we have been out for too long, almost a month."

Zuul looked at Dasa, who was still breathing heavily.

"Oh, okay. Our next move will be faster."

Dasa said that he was looking for the road he opened up when he got up, and he was going to turn back along the road he came from, because it would save a lot of time to re-open the road.

Just at noon after the exploration team marched in this dense forest for another three days, they found a camp of blood hunters who were camping here. Although there were only five or six people, Dasa still chose to send this team Get rid of it.

There was no need for him to take action, the guards cooperated very tacitly and moved towards this small camp. As the team leader, Apache deliberately left a hole alive.

These fanatical blood trolls would not choose to surrender after being captured. In the eyes of these lunatics, after death, they just returned to their original origin, returned to the blood god, and could even merge with the blood god.

So, death is a more glorious ascension.

"You heretics! You will all perish under the wings of the blood god! Mistress Inca will destroy your small camps! The blood god is great!"

After speaking, the blood hunter threw himself on the bronze dagger resting on his neck.

"It's disgusting, throw this bastard away."

After listening to this with a dark face, Dasa waved his hands and told the guards to throw the blood hunter's body away.

"There is nothing that works without accident."

Zul also had a dark face, and he didn't have a good impression of these blood trolls.

"No, no, no! All gather!"

After Dasa was silent for a while, his eyes suddenly opened wide as if he had thought of something, and then he let out a loud drink.

Although he didn't understand what Dasa was thinking, the guards quickly gathered in front of him, and Zul also looked at Dasa with some doubts.

But it was too late for him to explain. After the assembly, he took the lead and rushed towards the fourth batch of camps located on the northern line of defense in the Nazmir Forest.

Dasa was also trotting along the road, and at the same time told the trolls following him what he had just learned from the captive.

A group of blood trolls, led by a blood mistress named Inka, is heading towards the camp built by the Zandalari tribe on the front line.

Such a number made Dasa a little worried, whether the eight towers on the front line could repel the attack of the settlement led by the blood mistress.

In the south-central region of the Nazmir Forest, the eight towers here have all been besieged by the blood trolls, and almost every tower is assigned a blood priest to command.

With the benefit of blood spells, these usually weak blood hunters became stronger.

However, facing the blue brick tower with complete fortifications, they can only fill it with their own lives.

Among the eight towers, the fifth tower is designated as the central tower, and Sirock himself sits in the fifth tower. He did not expect the blood troll's offensive to be so fierce today.

"Stick to the front line! Reinforcements from the rear are already on their way!"

Although Xilock is blind, he has the gift of Sirik, which makes him hear very well. Even if he cannot see, it does not hinder his combat ability.

The news that the front line was attacked by the blood mistress colony has been sent back through a messenger bat, and all they can do now is to defend the camp; At that time, those fences built with logs were comparable.

Those high wooden walls may be corroded and destroyed by those blood magics, but these green bricks that have been baked at high temperature can easily resist those destructive blood magics.

What's more, this batch of blue bricks is blessed by the Loa gods!
Inka stood on a tree in the dense forest, overlooking the battle ahead to attack Tower No. [-]. She was not in a good mood at the moment.

This attack can be said to be her last resistance.

Since the group of guys from the south came here step by step, her gathering strength has been weakened step by step, not only her, but also the strength of the three blood mistress settlements nearby are being greatly weakened.

The precious water sources in the forest were all occupied by these southerners. The blood trolls who lacked water sources and prey could not persist in this forest at all. They could only choose to migrate to other areas.

It's not that the blood mistresses don't want to counterattack, it's because the Hakar Sleep in the middle of the Nazmir Forest is currently in full swing, and the promotion battle for the new warmother is in full swing.

None of the blood mistresses would give up this great opportunity for promotion. They all hope that they can be promoted to become the new war mistress and gain more favor from the blood god.

It's not that Yinka doesn't want to participate, but because her own territory is about to be lost. Previously, she instigated a large number of blood plague animals to cooperate with sporadic blood hunters to tentatively attack the eight bluestone towers. Can't find anything at all.

Any temptation has become death in vain.

Seeing that the food and water sources in the settlement were getting less and less, the anxious Inka decided to entangle all his troops, and even got a large number of slave sacrifices from Hakar's Sleep, and prepared to sacrifice all of them to the The great blood god, in exchange for a shot from the opponent.

"Mistress, the frontline attack has once again retreated."

A blood priest came to Yinka helplessly and reported the failure to her.

"Let's get started, prepare those sacrifices, we can only ask the great blood god for help!"

Inka looked at the pale waves receding before the rain of arrows from the tower in the distance, gritted his teeth with a black face.

"Obey, mistress."

The three blood priests guarding her side dispersed one after another, some were preparing to draw the magic circle for the sacrifice, some were extracting the sacrifices used for the sacrifice, and some were preparing for the increase Array items.

After Sirocco resisted the fifth attack of the blood trolls today, he ordered the defenders in the towers to prepare for the opponent's next attack while receiving news from other towers.

The situation they encountered was the same as that of Tower No. [-]. After repelling the fifth offensive, they never saw the opponent's new round of attack. According to past experience, this fifth attack The blood trolls made their final attack today.

However, the cautious Sherlock still responded to them, asking them to be vigilant. This time, it was not the autonomous attack of those blood hunters, but an attack commanded by a blood mistress.

On the temporarily built altar, Yinka grabbed a handful of ashes, smeared them on the mask on her face, and then raised it to the sky. Around her, the blood priests holding obsidian daggers cut open one by one. The throats of those unlucky sacrifices were cut, and their hearts were cut out of their chests in perfect synchronization.

The blood was gathering, and the fluctuation of the blood magic gradually increased with the gathering of blood, and then the blood gathered into waves of red mist, and a large group of scarlet blood mist appeared.

Such an obvious scarlet blood mist allowed the trolls in the eight towers to see clearly.

"Close all windows at once! Quickly! Cover them with mud! Close the gates! Quickly!"

All the Zandalari veterans who participated in the battle to defend Thunderclap's village recalled how much the scarlet blood mist caused the entire Thunderclap tribe that night.

The appearance of these red mist was just the beginning, and then a huge wind snake phantom appeared from the blood mist.

The phantom of Hakka came.

His snake eyes have already fixed on the eight towers not far away.

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