Three days ago.

Zandalar Island.

Before the cataclysm that Deathwing had unleashed, Zandalar hadn't turned into an archipelago.

The connections between the landmasses are very strong, and after the cataclysm, the elements become extremely unstable.

Zendalar is just a little bit left.

Nazmir.

Once the glorious center of the troll civilization, Nazmir is now a withered swamp, leaving only a few ruins to lament its former glory.

In Zudasa, the current Troll Capital of Zandalara, children have passed down some ancient stories for generations.

If they don't behave well-behaved, Nazmir's blood magicians will take them from their sleep.

And those who dared to go into the swamp disappeared without a trace, and no one ever returned.

Nazmir's blood trolls are a nightmare for every Zendalar child—and for good reason, of course.

Darkdin also grew up listening to these fairy tales as a child.

When he grew up, he was also afraid of Nazmir.

However, he was a Zandalar soldier, worshipping Lezan, the god of glory, and a member of one of Dazaro's most revered armies in the past, the Rastali Executors.

Because he had loudly scolded the regent Prophet Zur in front of people half a year earlier, he was subsequently accused of a crime.

Sent to the last place the trolls of Zandalar want to come to - Nazmir.

He would spend at least three years here, the leader of the Rastali Executors, Princess Tarangi assured him:

"You just have to be there for three years. I'll definitely find a way to get you back, and Lezan and I won't give up on any Rastali Executor! ”

With loyalty to the princess, fanaticism for His Majesty Lezan, hatred for a certain prophet and the desert trolls standing behind him.

Darkdin came to Nazmir.

He became Zudasa's largest military base in Nazmir, settlement, and at the same time the fortress of Zurga.

At this time, Zurga was not the ruins of Zulkin, and Nazmir, who had not experienced the cataclysm, was a swamp, but had not yet reached the point where it was about to sink to the bottom of the sea.

In the swampy jungle, there are many rare minerals, as well as many precious herbs. and the ruins and treasures left behind by various previous trolls, although there are many terrifying blood trolls.

It's still a place of great economic value to the Zandalar trolls.

There are plenty of adventurous, or desperate, or Zandalar trolls who can't get along in Zudasari.

If you choose to come to Nazmir to fight, maybe if you stay for a few years, you can earn tens of thousands of Rastakha gold coins, and then go back to Zudasa to buy a house and do business!!

And compared to the dry Wharton Desert, the climate in the swampy jungle Nazmir is actually much more comfortable.

If it weren't for those dangerous blood trolls, this would be the first treasure of the Zandalar trolls.

Dakdin was a mid-ranking officer of the Rastali executor, and when he arrived in Zurga, he still held the functions of a mid-ranking officer.

He is the squad leader of twenty Nazmir Troll Guards, who manage a team of trolls who have changed from elite Rastali Executors to ordinary troll troops.

Zurkin is lively and is the base camp of the Zandalar trolls in Nazmir.

Security here is also important, being the first line of defense against Nazmir on the frontal line.

The last time the blood trolls invaded, they didn't take this path.

If you take this path, it will be absolutely impossible to pass through it in a short period of time.

Therefore, safety here is also extremely important.

Every day, at least dozens of squads of the Nazmir Guards descend into the jungle and act as scouts to serve as Zurga's wings.

This squad led by Ducktin is one such squad.

It's ironic to say.

Let a Rastali Executor, who is good at frontal attack, run to be the leader of the patrol team.

For Darkdine, it was the humiliation and hostility of a certain regent prophet towards the princess's line of officers.

But he's a Zendalar soldier.

Even though he was treated unfairly, Darkdin persisted in trying to complete his tasks and work.

As a believer in Lezan.

Falsification is never something he will do.

The night.

As always, Darkdin waited for him to retire half of the members and carry out his mission.

The remaining half of the members, led by the vice-captain, took another path.

The two sides will meet at an agreed location and then patrol all the way back.

The vice-captain was a follower of Gunk, who had also been kicked to Zuljah not long ago.

Then again, Darkdin and the vice-captain were drinking at a private party. and many other middle- and lower-ranking officers who had similar experiences to them, and scolded the darkness of Zudasa now.

For almost a year.

Almost half of the elite of the Zandalar troll army, and elite officers like them, were transferred to Zulkin's side.

In the past, Zulga had maintained a maximum of more than 30,000 defenders, which were enough to defend against blood trolls.

But in the past year, Zurga has become more and more lively.

According to Darkdin and the vice-captain's estimates, the number of troops here has exceeded 100,000, and the middle-level elite like them account for almost half.

Some of the officers had wondered if the Regency Prophet was doing this to take action against the blood trolls and reclaim the former capital of the Troll Empire.

After all, this part of Zandalara's most elite army is indeed capable of penetrating the core area of the blood trolls.

However, there is a reality in front of everyone's eyes, that is, the army and the elite who have been transferred to Zulgin, all of them are non-prophetic elites.

Not one of them is a believer in the two new gods, all of them are believers in the old gods.

Then things get simple.

Zur had made it clear that he had banished the dissidents, leaving Zudasa with only one voice - not the voice of the Old Gods anyway.

He did this, and the officers who were kicked out also thought of the reason.

"Chase us all away. Only then can he please his master, and he will succeed in giving Zudasa to his master. This sinner of the ages of Zandalara, this traitor of Zandalara!! ”

Darkdin thought hatefully.

He jumped hard and took the lead in jumping over a swamp, waving back when it was safe to do so.

After the team members followed, the patrol team moved on.

Nazmir has a humid climate, it should be said that there is water everywhere, typical rainforests, and swamps everywhere.

This kind of place is only trolls, and a very small number of races adapted to this climate and terrain, can survive in it.

In fact, there is an organized group of intelligent creatures here, and only trolls and protogenitories can survive here.

A large part of the trolls are still blood trolls......

Suddenly.

Darkdine, who was angrily cursing a certain regent prophet, stopped.

The Troll Paladin, the Zendalar Spirit Warrior, should be said, raised his hand.

This is a gesture for the rest of the team to pause and keep their bodies secret, not exposed.

Darkdin sensed something.

The jungle is too quiet.

It's not like Nazmir when it's quiet.

Nazmir, a swamp, never ceases to chirp insects and birds.

But now.

It was quiet only the sound of his own breathing, not even the sound of the wind blowing.

That's very wrong.

The experienced Darkdin immediately became alert.

“waaaagh！”

A high-pitched, wild cry rang out.

A fierce cry sounded like a wild beast.

“lar！！”

Darkdin felt as if a triceratops was coming towards him.

In a panic, Darkdin opened Lezan's asylum.

Rumble!

Driving invincible, he was cut off.

He saw it, a green monster shorter than himself but stronger than himself!

It stared at a pair of blood-red eyes, held a huge axe, and was covered in turquoise, and its momentum was terrifying.

Behind it, many of the same monsters appeared in a row.

One, two, three, four, five......

"Hiss......"

Duktin took a breath.

Behind it, there are countless similar monsters.

They seem endless.

More than the blood trolls in the jungle!

"Retreat!"

Without hesitation.

Darkdin roared.