The heavy rain in the Valley of Thorns poured down again, making everything around it invisible. The nameless river that meanders from the north swells again, no longer as calm as it had been, but only a turbid wave in the wind and rain.

The heavy rain of this valley of thorns is always a storm and rain, connecting the heavens and the earth in a diagonal line, and passing in white. Layers of rain and mist evaporated from the earth, shrouding everything in the jungle in obscurity.

The wind and rain were fierce, just like the mood of the Gulabash trolls in the Valley of Thorns at this moment. No one knows when the storm that is about to sweep through the Valley of Thorns will stop, and whether the trolls will survive this storm!

More than 10 miles south of Zul Grab, a checkpoint camp has already been set up. Since the successive rise of Zaun and New Hakale, the capital of the jungle trolls has not subsided for a moment.

Zurghrab has a long history, more so than any non-troll, sub-worm city in Azeroth. Only a few cities of trolls or bugs can compare the history of existence with Zur Grabbi.

Since the establishment of the Gulabash Empire, Zur Grab has stood tall in this rainy northern region. It looks down on the jungle from a high vantage point, occupying some of the best terrain in the entire Thorn Valley region.

History has left many traces in this ancient troll city, and the moss and bruises that can be found on almost all the buildings are the most obvious of them.

Heavy rain is pouring down.

Surrounded by rain, the sorcerer Jindu entered the city of Zulghrab, a simple building in the northern city.

"Your welcome is coming. Kindu, the invoker, you have brought wind and rain to Zulghrab. A strong, tall jungle troll sat in the room, and when he saw Jindu, he stood up and spoke.

"Mandogir, the blood lord of the master. I want to tell you that I didn't bring the storm that swept through the Valley of Thorns. It was the dispute of the alien gods that drew the resentment and anger of the jungle. It got angry. Jin Du said.

The young chieftain who had recently made a name for himself in Zulghrab and the leader of one of the three branches of the Gulabash tribe, Mandokir, was somewhat silent when he heard Kindu say this.

The tall troll chief looked at the tempest and turned to look at the sorcerer: "The stinky velociraptor summoned by the bloodtop is definitely not the master of Haka. Now Zaun's side is going to fight that pile of stinking velociraptor. We, what we should do. ”

"Do nothing!" Jindu is unequivocal. "We're just getting started. The ritual of calling the master of the haka has just begun! Now that the two alien gods are fighting, we don't need to get involved! It's better for them to lose both ways, so that our interests can be maximized! ”

"But......" Mandokiel hesitated at the troll who had helped him ascend to the throne of chieftaincy. The city is buzzing. Many chiefs are ready to support Zulan. Last year's war had left many trolls feeling that the alien gods that Zur'an believed in were worth pursuing. ”

Kindow knew what Mandokiel meant by that war. The war in the Blood Lord's mouth was the war fought last year when many of the Gulabash troll clans had banded together to attack the newly built city of Zuran.

The coalition encountered Zulan's army halfway through, and before the battle could officially begin, the troll Bleach Bonsandy suddenly appeared.

As a result, Bonsandi made it clear that he supported the trolls of Zul'an, and also smashed the clones of the other two Loa gods, warning the Gulabash troll coalition by the way.

So the war ended, and the Gulabash Troll Coalition was defeated, and many tribes desperately fled, and they were defeated before they could go halfway down.

That war was more of a big farce than a war. It ends with Zur'an starting to establish himself in the Valley of Thorns, and ending with Zurghrub finally meeting the challenger.

Jindu and Mandokir naturally knew the causes and consequences of this war, in fact, the original Gulabash Troll Alliance was able to be successfully formed, and their two senior sacrifices of the wind snake god Haka contributed a lot to it!

When the sorcerer heard the Blood Lord say this, there was no expression on the masked face, but his voice was very brisk: "If they want to go, let them go!" But don't think about coming back if you leave Zurghrab! The place in the city after they leave will be inherited by other tribes who will not leave! Mandogir, this can be considered a good thing for us! ”

"Take this opportunity to take the place they left behind?" Mandokiel hesitated.

"That's right." Jindu said. "I'm already preparing. The ritual of calling on the master of Haka has begun! Take advantage of this moment when the two alien gods are fighting. Blood Lord, your mission is to make your clan grow quickly! Atalai will help you. ”

"Okay." Blood Lord Mandokir nodded. He had already taken his clan aboard the thief ship of the Jindu and Atalai clans, and now he could not get off the ship.

The best outcome is, of course, the successful return of Haka to unite the entire Gulabash Trolls and the Valley of Thorns. Even if it can't be done, and the turtle is cowering in the safety of Zur Grabri, Zaun and New Hakale are helpless, right?

Mandokiel thought so.

He didn't know what the sorcerer was thinking, and he saw that Jindu had been watching the pouring rain outside.

"It's raining so hard!"

In the midst of the water vapor, Jindu said in admiration.

"That's right."

Mandokiel said.

……

……

When almost the entire Valley of Thorns was shrouded in this pouring rain.

Not a single drop of rain fell from the jungle in the Bloodtop Heights.

In the canyon in the heart of the Highlands.

Ganzuraen was dressed in bright red armor with gold accents, and his whole face was unrecognizable compared to the past, and his muscles were swollen like rock.

"Ha~" The leader of the new Hakale threw an animal skin to the ground.

"Those stupid trolls who believe in candles dare to challenge the minions of the Blood God! Then let them come! Let all living beings hear the name of the blood god from now on! Let those fools know that only the god of fear, tyranny, and slaughter is the only true god! ”

The leather scroll rolling on the ground was blown away by the wind, and it was an intelligence letter sent from the front, which was written in the text of the troll: [Candle believers are actively preparing for war, and they have issued a challenge to our god, and the outer scouts have lost fifty-one, please prepare the bloodstained lord]

After throwing away the scroll, Ganzurahn raised his massive axe and roared at the bunch of trolls behind him who showed signs of mutation:

"Raise your weapons! Holy war has come! Pleasing the Blood God is our duty! Let the rain in the Valley of Thorns turn red, and the rivers of the Valley of Thorns into rivers of blood! May the skulls be all over the ground, and the blood will be abundant! ”

"Last ......"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull!"

An earth-shattering cry rang out above the canyon.

And then............

Then the innumerable members of the new hakale followed Ganzurahn out of the canyon with the weapons in his hands.

Strategically ready?

Inexistent.

Tactical drills?

Nor does it exist.

Logistical replenishment?

There's no need for that.

Military command?

Just rush forward with the lords.

Jungle march?

Just cut it all the way.

That's what the new hakales do.

This is the style of the blood god.

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