Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 96 You Return My Legion

Hakar's Sleep, this is the name of a dense forest located in the central area of ​​Nazmir Forest.The reason for this name is that this is the place where Haka, the loa blood god believed by the blood trolls, first descended and rested.This is also the core area of ​​the blood troll.

"North Warmother, congratulations."

"North Warmother."

"North Warmother."

Noth didn't wear a mask on her face, with a stern look on her face, she walked down the raised round rock representing the twelve war mothers.

The war for the promotion of the mistress of the war, which lasted for more than five years, finally ended today.

Nuo Si relied on her own strength and wisdom to stand out from the encirclement and suppression of many blood mistresses, and successfully stood on the rock of the war mother.

Became the new Matron of War.

After becoming the mistress of war, North's excitement didn't last long. All the signals from the Nazmir Forest in the south all indicated that those southerners had crossed the river and entered the forest.

After Nuo Si quickly returned to her settlement camp, she saw a blood hunter who was already waiting here.

"It seems that you have brought new information, let's talk about it. The recent movements of the group of heretics."

North sat back on the chair covered with a beast's skin, and asked the other party's purpose.

"Mother of War, the number of camps of the heretics has increased again. The swamp area in the east and the dense forest area in the west have been completely occupied by them. Our hunters who want to hunt and fetch water will be met by them. The attack on those camps."

The Blood Hunter reported to Noth about the various camps established by the Zandalari tribe in the Nazmir Forest.

"Have you tried to fight back?"

North changed to a more comfortable sitting position and looked at each other.

"Mother Inka led all her settlements and took a large batch of slave sacrifices from here to fight back against the heretics."

The blood hunter paused after speaking.

"After speaking once, what is the result?"

While talking, North lowered her head and looked at her nails.

"It was wiped out by the opponent, without breaking through a single camp of the opponent."

After the blood hunter finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Upon hearing the news, Nuo Si's originally indifferent eyes suddenly widened, and her somewhat lazy sitting posture suddenly sat upright.

"Say it again."

"Be, was wiped out by the other party."

"Next sentence!"

"One, one of the opponent's camps has not been breached."

Scared by North's words, the blood hunter knelt down on the ground, his voice trembling.

After hearing this, North fell silent. She had fought against the Zandalari tribe before, and she had already experienced how powerful the trolls wearing golden armor and holding golden soldiers were.

But those trolls are only a small part, not all the trolls in the Zandalar Mountains are like that.

But according to the current intelligence, those southerners seem to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

But, how is this possible!

"When did this news happen?"

After being silent for a while, North raised her head and narrowed her eyes to look at the blood hunter.

"Probably, about half a year ago."

The blood hunter was very scared, and his voice was intermittent.

half year ago?
Half a year ago, when she was busy fighting for the promotion of the war mistress, she had no time to manage things outside the Nazmir Forest.However, she never imagined that in just a few years, how could the group of southerners launch a counterattack like the Nazmir Forest?
"Battle mother?"

After the blood hunter saw North fall into silence for a long time, he couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere.

"I see, you go down first and tell the other hunters to get ready for hunting."

North waved the other party to leave. She needed a troll to think about how to deal with the threat from the Zandalari tribe.

The location of Noth's Warmother settlement is the former Chichen Itza Warmother settlement, and her territory is in the southern part of the Nazmir Forest. If the Zandalari tribe goes northward, she will be the first to bear the brunt of the Warmother.

This is too dangerous.

Those southerners must be made to quit!

North thought of a plan, a plan that would let the trolls of the Zandalari tribe know the dangers of Nazmir Forest and retreat.

All of this should also be thanked to the blood mistress - Yinka.

This stupid woman knew that the Chichen Itza war mother settlement had been completely buried in the southern Zandalar mountains, but she was still unwilling to give her allegiance to a newly promoted war mother like herself.

Then I was busy with the battle between the promotion of the war mistress, arbitrarily mobilized my settlement, and used her name to ask for a large number of slave sacrifices from Hakkar's Sleep to attack the camp of the Zandalari tribe.

"Dead is all right, Inka. You fool is more useful to me dead than alive."

The corner of North's mouth was frivolous, and she looked at the priest's mask that she hung on the wall of the tent.

Regarding this planned operation, Nuosi did not intend to rely on her own Warmother settlement to advance. She also invited another Warmother Ikuiki settlement, who was newly promoted like her, to act together.

Noth believes that with the cooperation of the two Warmother settlements, it is enough to kill all the trolls of the Zandalari tribe who dare to go deep into the Nazmir forest.

Zurga City, the eighth year of its founding.

The construction of the first pyramid temple in the administrative area was finally completed, and the Zanshu Legislative Council finally had a stable meeting office, and Dasa's office was also moved out of the high tower in the military area.

A high-backed stone chair carved out of marble represented the chief's seat, and Dasa would always sit on this chair when he was working in the temple.

"The new batch of pioneering teams has already set off. This time they will continue to advance northward with the camp established by the No. 11 pioneering team."

Sitting on the chair next to the Great Chief's stone chair, he said to Daza who was beside him.

"The No. 11 camp is very close to the Nazmir Forest. During this time, those bastards have also started to attack our camp. The journey of this batch of pioneers will not be smooth."

Dasa looked at the new Nazmir Forest map on the desk.

"Kamp and the others went deep into the area this time, but they didn't have air support. The sky there has been completely controlled by the wind snakes, and the time we can give them help is at night. But to be honest, the night reconnaissance The intelligence isn't particularly accurate either."

Zuul stared at the map.

"Then it all depends on the ability of Camp Warden. As long as the camp can be established, it will be considered a success."

After Dasa finished speaking, his eyes left the map on the table, but passed through the wide open door of the temple, and looked towards the city of Zurga, which was still under construction in the distance.

The No. 12 pioneering corps, with a total of 400 people, is the last pioneering team in the second phase of the Zandalari tribe's established encroachment plan.

They will go deep into the depths of the Nazmir forest, where they will gain a firm foothold, establish a forward base, and prepare for the subsequent decisive battle.

This legion is mainly Zandalari heavy infantry of three hundred trolls, and auxiliary soldiers of one hundred trolls.

In addition, there are five raptor dragoons brought by Kemp.

Such a mixed army boarded a ship at the eastern pier of Zurga City, arrived at the village on the other side of the river, and walked northward on a dirt road from there.

"Everyone! Hurry up! Keep up! We are going to kill the white ghost this time! Don't dawdle!"

Kemp rode on his velociraptor mount, watching the heavy infantry marching in two neat rows and urged them up.

It was hard for him to apply for the current position. He was tired of staying in Claw Village, and he was eager to fight.

Chief Manco has returned to the city of Zurga from the front line at this moment. The new guarding chief has not yet been determined. The Zanshu Legislative Council still needs to hold a meeting to discuss and submit a list before deciding which chief will be responsible for guarding Nazmir. The burden of the forest.

These are not things that Kemp, a little overseer, can decide.

Now he just wants to enter the area he is responsible for as soon as possible, and then completely wipe out the blood trolls in that area!

Seeing that they were about to arrive at the camp opened up by the third batch of pioneering teams, the members of the No. 12 pioneering team all thought that they could take a good rest in this camp, eat something and drink some water.

However, these thoughts of theirs were ruthlessly dispelled by Kemp.

"It's not dark yet! What are you resting for?! We must arrive at the camp of the fourth batch of pioneers today. Living in a blue brick tower is better than living in a wooden house. Get up! looking at us!"

Kemp rode his velociraptor mount to the front of the line for a while, and then ran to the end of the line to see if anyone was left behind.

Listening to Kemp's words, the team members raised their heads and looked at the sunset that was already in the west. Endless complaints arose in their hearts, but they could not speak out at this time.

After all, as Kemp himself said, they joined the pioneering team because they wanted to make some contributions to the tribe.

So now I can only bite the bullet and go on.

As the marching time lengthened, the physical strength and energy of all the soldiers in the team were rapidly declining, and they all insisted on moving towards the front of the road.

Finally arrived at the camp of the fourth pioneering team at ten o'clock in the morning of this day, and finally could have a good rest.

Because they were too exhausted, the soldiers didn't have the mind to think about what to eat, and they just ate something casually and then lay down and went to sleep.

It's just that he didn't get a good night's sleep.As soon as the sky brightened, Kemp couldn't wait to wake up all the soldiers and set off towards his destination.

The soldiers didn't even have breakfast, so they were forced to follow their warlord to the area where the camp was established.

Even so, Kemp is still dissatisfied with the current marching speed.

In his opinion, the marching speed of the troops should be faster. He hoped to arrive at the camp of the No. 11 pioneering team before noon, and it was also the nearest Zandalari tribal control area to the area they wanted to develop. .

The battle over there gradually became anxious with the end of the promotion ceremony of the war mistresses of the blood trolls.

Large and small blood troll settlements attacked the ten camps there almost day and night. Kemp was eager to gain his own glory in this forest, and he wanted to prove his strength to his chief Manco. ability.

When I got up early in the morning, I started to march quickly, and finally arrived at the frontline camp at noon, as Camp wished. At this moment, the sky was overcast and it was raining lightly. The ground in this newly developed area became extremely wet due to the rain. Slippery, fortunately they have arrived at today's destination.

It's finally time to take a break!

The No.12 pioneer soldiers looked at the camp in the rain and were full of joy. They were really too tired. They were tired and hungry all the way, and now they finally reached their today's goal.

After Kemp led his army into the camp, he found that a defensive battle had just ended. He only found out after communicating with the garrison officer in charge that a group of blood hunters had raided the camp just now, but because There is no caster so they are still very easy to defend.

In order to welcome the arrival of new comrades-in-arms, the troll warriors in this camp specially prepared a sumptuous lunch.

However, before the banquet even started, scouting hunters sent news that the blood hunters were attacking.

"Oh, it's just a group of blood hunters. Passive defense alone will only fall into their rhythm, and you must take the initiative to attack! Surround them completely and eliminate them! That's the best way!"

As Kemp spoke, he got up and left the banquet that had just been set. He was going to lead his troops to wipe out all the blood trolls who dared to attack his camp.

Although the garrison officer in charge of this camp, Côte d'Ivoire, has repeatedly emphasized that their task is to open up the camp and at the same time hold on to the camp; now is not the time to launch an all-out attack on the blood trolls.

"Don't worry, Côte d'Ivoire centurion. Just put those barbecues here, and I will guarantee that these barbecues will still be hot when we triumph."

After saying that, Kemp took his long sword and set off.

The soldiers of the No.12 pioneering legion were finally able to have a bite of hot food, and they were ordered by Kemp to assemble to clean up the blood hunters outside the camp.

Although everyone is dissatisfied, the other party is their own warlord after all. Since those blood hunters disturbed their rest, they should be wiped out completely!

With this in mind, the No.12 pioneering corps set off.

All the soldiers were fully armed and headed towards the direction where the blood trolls were attacking. Soon the good news came from the front. The blood hunters who dared to attack this camp were defeated and they fled in all directions.

Kemp, on the other hand, insisted on annihilating the incoming blood hunters, and led his troops to chase them deep into the Nazmir forest.

Then there was no news.

Côte d'Ivoire, who waited until the night of the day, did not wait for the news of the No.12 pioneering corps. Uneasy, he reported this information to his overseer, and the overseer directly sought the night reconnaissance team, the bat light cavalry.

Although it was a rainy night, the servants of the Midnight God quickly brought news of the missing legion.

They are all gone.

Encountered the siege of the blood trolls, fell into the trap prepared by the other party in advance.

When the news was sent back to Zul'ga, all the trolls in Zur'ja could hear Dasa's roar.

"Kamp! Give me back my legion! Give me back my legion!"

This is the biggest casualty of the Zandalari tribe since it entered the Nazmir Forest; it is also the first loss of an established system.

　PS: I want to see how many people can understand the historical source of my title,

　　
　
(End of this chapter)