"Ten thousand years ago, we forest trolls ruled over the entire region of what is now the continent, and even established the most powerful empire the world has ever seen, named after our most powerful tribe, the Amani Empire! “

"Together with the Gulabash Empire, we fought a fierce battle against the evil subunit insects, and split them in two, defeating them once and for all!"

"We've had countless impressive victories, and we've defeated countless terrifying powers!"

"But with the arrival of those elves, our holy place has been desecrated!"

"The evil elves have invaded our holy land, Quel'Thalas, and built their filthy stuff on it...... Blaspheming our ancestors and dishonoring our heroic spirits! ”

"This is our land! Land of Trolls! Our Amani tribe settled here a long time ago! ”

"But the elves didn't just refuse our request to take back the Holy Land, but instead united with the humans to attack our homeland!"

"I still remember that day, when a catastrophe struck and countless compatriots died in the flames, the first of which was Sinsa, the king of our Amani Empire...... The elves hunted us like animals with humans, slaughtering every Amani warrior they found. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"We have failed, we have been forced to flee into the forests of Zuaman, we have been forced to give up our holy land, we have been forced to give up our land!"

"However, we never gave up and never forgot!"

"The elf took away my right eye, and I cut off my left arm to escape."

"But they can't take away my love for my homeland!"

"Amani Trolls never forget, never give up, and never die!"

"And today, we have finally recaptured our homeland and recaptured our holy land!"

A tall, one-eyed troll with a hood whispered as he stepped onto the throne of Silvermoon City.

Offstage, countless Amani trolls chanting his name.

"Zurkin!"

"Zurkin!"

"Zurkin!"

"Be quiet!" Zulkin looked at the cheering crowd and opened his hands: "Just doing this, it's not enough!" ”

"Although we have reclaimed our holy land, we still need to restore the glory of the Troll Empire and reunite the trolls of this world. We need to show humans and elves that trolls are the true masters of this world! ”

"Recreate the glory of the Amani Empire!" I don't know who shouted.

All the trolls were caught in a sea of celebration.

Zurkin nodded with some satisfaction, and then stepped on the corpse of the undead under his feet!

The corpse of the undead was the leader of the Scourge Legion left in Silvermoon City, a necromancer, but was easily killed by their Amani trolls.

His name? It seems to be called something "Darkan"!

……

By the time Lotherma woke up, the addiction was almost over.

The body gradually returned to its original state, although the whole body was still extremely uncomfortable because of the sequelae of demon addiction.

Now, he could tell the difference between the trolls who had captured him and the Amani trolls.

Amani trolls are usually found in forests, with a demonic green color and a rancid smell of trees; And this troll smells of fish, as if they grew up by the sea!

From their conversation, and the fact that Lotherma knew a bit of rough troll language, it could be heard that their group of trolls seemed to belong to a tribe of trolls called the "Darkspear Clan"!

And the witch doctor at the front of the team named "Senkin" is the leader of this troll tribe.

Probably from the Southern Jungle series? Lotherma guessed in her heart.

This is terrible news, why are the trolls in the southernmost part of the continent rushing to Quel'Thalas, and are the Amani tribes planning something?

Trolls who have further increased their strength have to let the weak blood elves deal with it.

Frightened, Lothema tried to find a way to escape and convey the news to the Lord Regent of Sylvanas and to his own people.

He wanted to find a chance to escape.

But the Shadowhunter named "Woking" by his side was very careful to keep an eye on him, and Lotherma couldn't find any chance.

……

Following in the footsteps of this group of trolls, Lotherma stepped into Silvermoon City again after more than a year.

It's long gone, and trolls, disgusting trolls, are all over the city.

Most of Quel'Thalas had already fallen to the Amani trolls, who took advantage of the Scourge to strike a fatal blow on the High Elves and then retreated from the city in turn.

The few undead who remained in Silvermoon were quickly repelled by the trolls, and along with their leader, Darkan, were utterly defeated.

At the same time, the trolls began to slaughter the remnants of the elves, an old rival.

Lothmar could even see the heads of several of her compatriots.

They were lucky enough to escape the undead attack, but they died at the hands of the trolls, and even after they died, their bodies were made ornaments by the trolls.

Anger flowed through Lotherma's heart, but there was nothing she could do about it.

And he knows very well that what awaits him will end up with such a cruel death!

……

What was once the royal palace of Quel'Salas is now the palace of Zulkin.

He sat high on his throne and watched the trolls of other tribes come in droves.

"Jindu!" Zurgin looked at the cunning troll sorcerer at the front of his right-hand side, and said coldly, "I didn't expect you to come too!" ”

"Zurgin! I heard you're going to rebuild the Troll Empire? Jindu sneered: "So I led the Gulabash trolls here, this kind of thing is indispensable to me!" ”

"Very well, I hope you can keep your promise!" Zulkin did not drive him away because of a personal conflict with Jindu.

Rastaha of the Zandalar tribe, Ukiz, the chief of the Shafury tribe, and Malak, the frost king of the Dakalai tribe, the leaders of these troll tribes, followed Jindu one by one.

Over the past six months, Zulkin has sent them invitations in turn.

And they, for various purposes, at the call of Zulkin, led their people to gather in Quel'Salas and vowed to re-establish a powerful troll empire!

A sporadic trail of footsteps came from outside the door, and then an elderly witch doctor walked in.

"Senjin of the Dark Spear Clan, maybe you're here to play?" Zurkin said in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry, Zurkin!" Senjin bowed slightly: "However, I brought a gift!" ”

After saying that, his son Wojin brought their captive elven ranger with him.