Eastern Continent.

Valley of Thorns.

No matter what season you are in, when you enter the Valley of Thorns, outsiders are always greeted by the hot and humid air that comes to your face.

The Valley of Thorns is a vast expanse of rainforest, probably the largest in all of Azeroth. In a way, the air here is a bit like Filas, but not in a large canopy like the latter, and the trees are much less tall and dense, so the air is much more circulating.

The rainforest is extremely alive and diverse, and at the same time, it is ...... It's also more brutal.

The law of the jungle is best embodied here, and everyone who can survive here has extraordinary survival skills, such as velociraptors, tigers, cheetahs, crocodiles and other carnivores at the top of the food chain are the hegemons of the rest of the world, and they have to be careful here.

Even vegetarian creatures are not easy to mess with, orangutans have unusually strong limbs, lizards have hard skin, and the ability to petrify, etc.

Speaking of the Valley of Thorns, you can't talk about trolls without mentioning them. Trolls are one of the oldest races in Azeroth------ older than the Night Elves.

And one of these ancient races, Gulabash, once one of the most powerful troll empires, has been thriving in the Valley of Thorns for tens of thousands of years.

From time immemorial to the present, the Gulabash has been one of the most chaotic of the troll tribes, with wars between jungle trolls going on for thousands of years, with the rulers of Zulghrab changing over almost every decade. Today, the Valley of Thorns is becoming more and more chaotic because of the jungle trolls.

The rainy season in the rainforest is extraordinarily long, and the Valley of Thorns only does not rain much for two or three months a year, and most of the other times it rains once every two or three days, and then two or three days at a time.

In the midst of the long rainy season, it was raining as usual in the Valley of Thorns, and the chief of the Bloodtop Clan, Ganzulain, stood on a mound and looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall on his face, his fangs, his hair, and his body.

The rainforest is misty and misty. It obscures the view like a fog, making it impossible for the animals that live in the rainforest to see too far.

Ganzulain let the rain fall on his face, and he waited quietly for his moment.

I don't know how long it took.

Heavy rain gradually becomes lighter and gradually turns into light rain.

Suddenly.

In front of Ganzulaun, a dazzling red light erupted from the tall trees above the rainforest.

"The signal is coming! Kill! Ganzulain roared under his breath.

"Kill!"

Behind him, hidden in the mist beneath the mound, countless Gulabash trolls raised their weapons and shouted at their chiefs and leaders: "Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Without hesitation, Ganzulain led the charge, the first to rush into the forest towards the place where the red light had just shone.

His soldiers let out all sorts of strange screams, followed his chieftain, and also fought into the forest.

About half an hour later.

In the Valley of Thorns, in the village of the former Gulabash Split Leopard Clan, hundreds of adult troll men of the Split Leopard Clan fell in a pool of blood, and an even larger number of Split Leopard Clan members trembled and knelt in a pool of blood.

As he walked triumphantly, he looked at the vanquished in front of him and raised his weapon: "From this day onwards! You are no longer the Split Leopard Clan, the Split Leopard Clan is gone! You've got a new name, you're now a hakale troll! Are there any naysayers? ”

The young troll chief glared at the wolf with a vicious look in his eyes, staring at the members of the original Split Leopard Clan.

An extremely senile Split Leopard Clan troll, trembling and standing up with the support of a young troll.

Ganzulain looked at him, and the chief raised his head in a condescending manner: "Old fellow, are you not convinced?" ”

The old troll was covered in wetness, and there was a lot of blood on his half-skinned and half-linen clothes, and his voice was hoarse and desperate: "Ganzulahn, son of Ganzu Lakang, chief of the Bloodtop Clan......"

"Old fellow! That's in the past! I'm Ganzulain, but I'm no longer the chief of the Bloodtop Clan. Now Ganzurahn is already the king of the Hakale trolls! ”

"Hahaha~" The old troll looked at him with hatred. "I know your father, Ganzu Lakang. When Ganzu Lakang was young, he once asked me for advice on how to make the clan survive better in the Valley of Thorns! Unexpectedly, his son came to destroy my clan 20 years later. ”

"Who are you?"

"Grand Elder of the Split Leopard Clan, the previous chieftain ......"

"Okay. For my father's sake, old fellow. I allow you who are still alive to join Hakale and become followers of His Majesty the Blood God. And you can be responsible for continuing to lead you useless guys. Ganzulain said arrogantly.

"Alright...... "The Great Elder bowed his head." Then Chieftain of Hakale, I wish to give you the treasures of the Split Leopard Clan as a token of our affiliation to Hakale. ”

As he spoke, the Great Elder broke free from the support of the young troll next to him, put his hand in his arms, and trembled towards Ganzulahn.

"Stop, old fellow." One of the guards behind Ganzurain shouted. "Give it to me, and I'll take it to the chief!"

Ganzuraen stretched out his hand to block the guards who wanted to come forward, and Chief Hakale said arrogantly, "Let him come." ”

So under the gaze of hundreds of former Split Leopard Clan members and hundreds of Hakalai warriors, the Split Leopard Clan elder slowly walked in the rain and gradually approached Ganzulain.

Ganzurahn hadn't said a word since he started his move, just looked at the old troll elder with his head raised slightly and arrogantly.

"Chief......" The elder walked up to Ganzuran and said in a hoarse voice, "Come...... This is the treasure of our Split Leopard Clan......"

The elder stretched his hand out of his bosom, and when Ganzuraen saw it, it was a dark and gray thing that looked like a seed.

"What is this?" Ganzuraen frowned.

"Something that can kill you!" The Elder, whose voice was originally very low, suddenly screamed violently, and the inconspicuous seed in his hand began to glow and swell, enveloping him Elder and Ganzulain in an instant.

Thundered!

This was followed by a muffled explosion and a huge wave of air, and several of his closest guards were even blown away by the air wave, and fell to the ground screaming.

Those originally desperate Split Leopard Clan trolls looked at this scene with a look of joy in their eyes, they didn't expect the Great Elder to be able to use such a powerful voodoo spell. With such a powerful explosion, Ganzuran should have been wiped out in the explosion!

However......

When the smoke cleared, and the smoke and flames disappeared under the blow of the rain, the arrogant Ganzurahn maintained that arrogant countenance, and remained motionless.

In such an astonishing explosion just now, let alone being killed. Ganzurahn didn't even break a piece of his clothes, and the rain hit him, plunging the stunned Split Leopard Clan troll into a deep abyss of despair.

"Chieftain......

"Are you alright? Sheik! ”

"That filthy old fellow! These filthy, low-level Split Panther trolls! ”

"Kill them all!"

“……”

The hundreds of Hakale warriors who had followed Ganzuraen roared.

Ganzulaen wiped a handful of rain from his face, and said expressionlessly: "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull." ”

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