Zurgin crouched in the woodland, like a cheetah ready to attack.

His green skin allows him to blend in perfectly with his surroundings. The eagle-sharp one-eyed eagle kept glancing through the woodland in the distance.

He was blind in one eye.

Broke an arm.

For a warrior, the mutilation of a limb is the most terrible suffering.

More than a decade ago, Zulkin led the Amani Troll Clan and teamed up with the Orc tribe to attack Quel'Thalas. The two sides took what they needed, with the former reclaiming their homeland 6,800 years ago, and the latter eradicating a formidable enemy that stood in the way of unifying the Eastern Continent.

It's a pity......

The stupid Orc Great Chieftain Orgrim Doomhammer retreated in disgrace after seeing the High Elves' impregnable barrier of Bandinor.

The long-term interests of the two sides are not aligned, and Zurkin understands such differences very well.

But he was unwilling, because the coalition forces had obviously destroyed the runestones on the outskirts of Quel'Salas, and successfully caused the Bandinoor barrier to retract, and the power supply from multiple magic network nodes was changed to the power supply from the solar well, only enveloping the perimeter of Silvermoon City.

The horde's army has arrived at Silvermoon City, the closest Amani trolls have come to recovering their former homeland in 2,800 years. Even if the orc warlocks and the casters of the clan were helpless against the magic of the High Elves, they retreated when they were defeated......

Zurkin can only say that the past is gone.

He wasn't "caught for nothing" either, and shortly after his retreat, he was captured by the High Elves.

The dastardly elves, who had severed his connection with the gods of Loa and stripped him of his ability to regenerate with insidious magic, gouged out one of his eyes with a magical blade, and "mercifully" allowed him to use his remaining one eye to see the terrible torture he was about to suffer.

But Zulkin fled.

With a fire full of revenge, he cut off his left arm and fled.

For a fighter, such a disability is unacceptable. He could no longer accurately judge distances with two eyes as he had done before, and he also lost an arm that he could use to wield weapons and throw axes, and his balance was greatly affected.

But Zurkin is still Zurkin.

Still the most powerful Amani troll, still the leader who will lead his people to their revenge and bring the blood of ancient trolls to the glory of Azeroth!

"Chief, it's not safe here. Loa sent me a warning that there seemed to be a squad of rangers passing by from the northeast, and that we had better move. An old troll with oil paint on his face came up and said in a low voice in Zurkin's ear.

It's far from the territory of Amani's trolls, deep into the High Elf-controlled zone. In the event of a battle, it is difficult for the compatriots to provide effective support, but the High Elves can use real-time magic communication to summon a large number of reinforcements from the Dragon Eagle.

At that time, all the trolls here will be in danger.

"Wait." Zurkin nodded, said just a word, and continued his search through the woodland.

He's waiting for someone.

A human traitor who has repeatedly caused trouble in the south, it is said that the plague that broke out in the distance has the shadow of this person behind it.

For such people, Zurgin has always despised him, and he is reluctant to have too much contact with the other party.

But in his sleep, he saw Bonsandy......

Bonsandi is the revered Loa of all the troll races, holding the power of the dead, and his Hades is the place where all the troll souls return. Although individual maverick groups do not revere Loa, none of them have ever been able to truly replace Bonsandy.

In the dream, Bonsandi was particularly angry, telling Zurkin not to let the fighting spread to Zuaman, not to let his people die at the hands of natural disasters......

Of course, Zurkin will listen to Bonsandy's guidance.

But there was also a hint of fear in His wrath.

That's right, the great god of death, Bonsandy, is actually afraid!

He has always been especially fond of war, and 16,000 years ago, he gave the trolls more and more power than ever before, helping the troll race united under the command of the Zandalar tribe to form the Zur Empire to better defend themselves against the invasion of the Yaki Bugs.

Two thousand eight hundred years ago, when the ambitious Zandalar tribe emissaries who wanted to restore the trolls to their former glory came here to persuade the Amani tribe to send troops to attack Quel'Salas and the humans and invade the entire eastern continent, Bangsandi was also behind it.

Because He loves war.

Where there is war, there will be death. He didn't care about the suffering of the trolls, he only wanted to harvest as many souls as possible while the trolls could continue to grow his power.

However, this war is what Bonsandy does not want to see.

Zurkin knows why.

It is rumored that those who die from the plague will be under the control of a powerful being called the Lich King, and their souls will not be able to regain their freedom.

If the Lich King did the same to the trolls, it would be tantamount to stealing the soul that originally belonged to Bonsandy.

So here comes Zurkin.

Follow the human's instructions to this dangerous forest and wait to meet him.

A breeze blew in and sent an unusual smell.

Zulkin twitched his nose slightly.

It's the smell of the High Elves, and it's the kind that has been disguised with magic. These stupid elves always think that if they have magic protection, they are foolproof.

During this season, westerly winds are not often blowing.

Zurgin knew that this was the apparition of Loa, who had made him aware of the enemy's arrival in advance, so he made a gesture to prepare his men to retreat.

Ranger who often patrols the border, whether it is an elite Far Traveler Ranger or an ordinary Yongge Ranger, will not hide their smell like this. They smear their bodies with the local Ronnie sap, which can fool the noses of almost any troll.

Stupid enough to use magic with another smell to mask his own smell, it means that this is a new hand. It's likely to be a lone mage, as the latter won't allow this increased exposure if you're traveling with an experienced Ranger.

At least this uninvited guest is by no means a human who has come to meet him.

But what does a novice who has masked his scent with magic or with magical instruments come to such a dangerous place? Could it be a trap, could it be a human conspiracy, or was it a coincidence?

Zulgin always took all aspects into account, which is why he has survived to this day.

After a few minutes, a tall and lanky High Elf finally appeared in view.

It's a mage, holding a crystal ball, constantly scanning the forest. It seems that he also knows that the strange west wind that appeared just now has exposed its own smell, so he is especially vigilant.

Looking at its route, it is impressive that it has to pass more than ten meters before its own side.

Zurkin smiled sarcastically.

How stupid, High Elf mage, most of them only talk in ivory towers. Magic wasn't everything, at least not for a troll like him.

He motioned for his men to hold still, untied the perfectly weighted axe from his waist, held it in his hand, and then tried to hold his breath down, and waited quietly.

When he approached, when Zurkin was about to erupt, he saw a figure appear in the woodland out of thin air.

It was the human mage who sent the secret letter and claimed to be Kel'thugad.

He glanced at the tall lanky High Elf mage, said something in Salas, turned to the long grass where Zulkin was hiding, and said in Troll language, "Come out." Let's have a good talk, esteemed leader Amani. "Diagram of the Great Dao of the Heavens