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This is the territory of the Frost Trolls of the Dakale tribe, who thrived in the land of ice and snow during the ancient days of Azeroth, and were once one of the most traditional and numerous of all the Troll tribes in Azeroth.

And unlike the Amani trolls and skull-splitting trolls who have basically been reduced to the loss of territory, the Dakale tribe still maintains a fairly complete social class, and even has its own unique civilization, the entire Zudak from southwest to northeast, is divided into cultivated areas, colosseums and sacrificial areas, in a long time, the life of the trolls here is actually quite peaceful.

They are also allies of the Trolls of Zandalara, the most determined kind.

But as the tide of darkness swept the world, the Dakale tribe was not spared, and the endless influx of undead into Zudak, under such a downpour of power, the Dakale trolls continued to retreat, and finally completely abandoned the outermost cultivated area, and around the Colosseum area, struggled to resist the invasion of the undead.

Now, with the help of a group of despicable trolls who have taken refuge in the undead natural disaster, the Colosseum on the second floor is also in danger of falling.

Expanding the perspective to the whole of Northrend, Zurdak suffered the greatest undead invasion, with three natural disasters floating cities Voltarus, Zel Ramas, and Kol Ramas being arranged in the southern area of Zudak, plus a fortress city that has been completely occupied by undead trolls, Daxalon Fortress, which spreads the undead plague almost all the time throughout Zudak.

It is also a "source of soldiers" that Alsace attaches great importance to, because in the sparsely populated city of Northrend, it is not an easy task to find enough corpses.

In the desolate snowfields of Zudak, there is a tree with a long history, said to have been planted by the leader of the first generation of Dakale trolls, whose canopy is the size of a town, and has been scattered through time, like the most stubborn old man, unwilling to submit to the dictates of fate.

The tree is respectfully known by the trolls as "Himtoga", the closest place to nature.

An important meeting was taking place in the shade of the trees of Himtoga, and beyond the trees, endless snowflakes drifted like the deepest shadow over the land, cold and silent, as silent as death came.

"There is one less voice of the god Loa..."

The old troll Goraya was still as weak as before, as if he was going to die in the next moment, he sat on a pine chair, a special incense was placed in front of him, the gray smell of the incense wafted in the air, and Goraya was sucked into his nose, as if he was making a special communication with him.

Two sacrificial trolls stood to his right and right, one in a green snake-scale robe, the other in a gray robe, they were the sacrifice of the Dhakale trolls, but now, apparently, they were on the side of the High Priest of Zandalara, and across from them was the indifferent Uther, the head of the Knights of the Black Blade.

Golden Rok the Crusher, the former Zandalar Sacrifice was outside of Himtoga, the power from the top of the Thunder, his body has undergone a terrifying mutation, this once thin sacrifice, has now become larger than any brute, and his body is still scattered with blue-purple magic patterns, he is stronger than before, but also more irritable, only Golaya's voice can calm him down.

Jarak, the god of war, and the invincible Helidon are currently fighting against their former kind, and the problems within the Dakale trolls are much more serious than a simple invasion by the Scourge.

Those sacrifices and betrayers of Dakale have committed the unforgivable sin of the eyes of the trolls - stealing the power of the god Loa!

So Golaya has to face two enemies, the Scourge and Dakale, which he can't handle, and that's why Uther arrived.

After a few minutes, the meditative old troll raised his hand and opened his eyes.

"Three months ago, the god Akari died in battle to protect the temple of Dakale, but Dakale's betrayer, the blasphemous Gardara, desecrated the body of the powerful Loa god Akari and imprisoned Akari's divine power and soul in his body, trying to reach the realm of gods in this way, which is an unforgivable sin!"

Goraya's gaze swept back, and the Dakale priest, who was seen by his cold gaze, couldn't help but kneel on the ground,

"And you!Sladlan and Morabi, even though you drank the blood of the gods of your own free will, you still committed a great sin and deserved to be put to death! But the situation is bad at the moment, so I will spare your lives, and if you are not dead after the battle, I will personally preside over your punishment, and you will be hung on the frozen cliffs and tortured by the cold wind until the great serpent god Celetus and the fierce mammoth god Mamtus forgive you!"

Hearing this cold voice, Sladlan and Morabi breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, which meant that they were temporarily spared, but this kind of internal affairs of trolls was obviously not something that everyone liked to hear.

"Trolls, stop pretending to be ghosts, go on, where are we going, and how many should we kill?"

Uther rubbed the bone hilt of the Demon Sword Apocalypse with some impatience, and the breath of death that came out from time to time made the giant tree Shimtoga sway, and even angered the god who was lying under the tree resting... The cheetah god of trolls, a powerful creature named Hakoya.

It raised its head, the head the size of ten adults stared at Uther, the blue aura flowing from its eyes was cold and mysterious, this snow-white, covered with black spots, and the troll god with starlight scattered on its body was obviously in a bad mood, as one of the five beast gods protecting Zudak, it watched its companions being killed by the believers, or dying in the attack of the natural disaster, which undoubtedly made the beast god angry to the extreme.

Now that she smelled the power of death that disgusted it to the extreme, Hakoya couldn't help it.

"Alright, great Hakoa, take a break from your anger, they are not enemies!"

Goraya stood up tremblingly and bowed respectfully to the cheetah god, which made Hakoya stop preparing to attack, and the old troll turned back and looked at Uther with a blank face,

"Mighty Death Knight, so are you, your anger is burning in a senseless direction, we are not your enemies!

Uther didn't speak, and the old troll breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the outskirts of Himtoga, pointing to the tall fortress to the southwest, looming in the snow,

"It was Dasarlon Fortress, one of the most glorious cities of the Dakale trolls, but right now, it has been taken over by the shameful traitor, Dakuru, that bastard has taken refuge in the Lich King, he thought he could win everything he wanted, but he didn't know, all he could get was defeat!"

Goraya turned her head and looked at Uther,

"Can you bring him ruin?"

The Death Knight leader grinned, "I can... But what do I get? Trolls, death has made us more realistic, and glory is behind us, so I need a reason, though I'd be happy to teach the bastards who have taken to the Lich King a lesson. ”

Goraya seemed to have considered this situation for a long time, and he rubbed his wrist unhurriedly, and on the arm that occasionally showed below the wrist, a blue-purple lightning rune flashed on his skin.

Obviously, Kim Roque was not the only one who received the reinforcement, it was part of the agreement, and Dick was the one who abided by the agreement.

"I know your greatest wish is to destroy the King of Darkness. ”

Goraya looked into Uther's ice-blue eyes, "All of Zudak will be your soldiers!"

Uther shook her head, "Not enough! I'd rather use my own strength to complete my revenge." ”

Goraya's eyes widened, and his hands spread out, "This land is so barren, although Dakale has a lot of wealth, but it means nothing to you, and the powerful bones have been plundered by the Lich King, so I'm curious, what do you want from this land?"

Uther smiled, his eyes glanced at Hakoya lying under the tree, that kind of extreme physical power has advanced to the extreme, even if it is not much different from the apex of life energy, the kind of body that is almost born for war, in the depths of his eyes, a flash of greed.

The malice is gathering and dispersing, the cheetah god Hakoya obviously senses Uther's malice, but it doesn't care, although the death knight is strong, but in the face of this kind of beast god who is only one step away from the demigod, he is not a threatening opponent, and the only thing that can make Hakya jealous is the white bone demon sword in Uther's hand.

It bared its teeth at Uther, an unabashed... Provocatively, but the next moment, Uther withdrew his gaze.

His greed fell into Golaya's eyes in its entirety, and the old troll muttered,

"You're seeking something dangerous! Uther! It's something that even Dick wouldn't dare touch!"

"I know..."

Uther interrupted Golaya's dissuasion, he waved his hand, and pointed to the northwest again, "I know, Loa is your supreme faith, and I also know that they have the power to transcend the world, so naturally I won't anger those crazy souls, I want something else!"

The Death Knight's tongue licked his dry lips, and he lowered his voice,

"A month ago, the undead plague besieged the altar of Celetus, and the Dakale trolls killed their own serpent god Celetus in order to resist the undead, and distributed its power to many warriors, which is a sad thing, but I know that the body of Celetus was put away by you... I want that corpse!"

"It's going to be the sharpest weapon to destroy the undead in my hands, and it's worthless to stay in your hands, and those damn trolls have forced the mighty Akari to death, aren't they? The body of that rhinoceros god is the best, but it's gone, so..."

Uther glanced at Golaya and said in an unusually firm tone, "I just want it!" ”

"Tut-tut..."

Golaya chuckled meaninglessly as she looked at Uther,

"You're a greedy bastard... But you're right, once the beast god is killed, the soul will return to Loa's group, and it really won't be much use for us to keep that corpse, and the god of the wind serpent, Quisrune, has also been plotted by her prophet... But it's only white bones left, and you shouldn't be disgusted. ”

Uther raised his eyebrows, he didn't believe that the troll in front of him would do a good job of buying one get one free, so he asked directly,

"So... At what cost?"

Goraya waved his hand, "We're friends, aren't we? I'd love to give you the bones, but the bones of Quisrune were hidden by her prophet, and he hid in the Quisrune altar, and he thought we couldn't find him, it was too stupid!"

Uther waved the blood-red cloak behind him, and the snowflakes on the ground flew in the air under this wave, "Let your people take me there, and I will help you get rid of those guys, and then the Dasakron fortress will be ours, and the rest will be your own business." ”

A smile welled up in Golaya's eyes,

"Of course, deal! You'll be the new friend of the Dhakale trolls, I have no doubt about that!

"That would be the loot of the Black Blade, a bridgehead against the Lich King, so... Don't mess your head!"