Senkin Village.

This is a typical troll-style small village, with wooden and stone structures, ordinary and ordinary.

Jiang Zai released his spiritual power and quickly sensed all the creatures in the entire Senjin Village.

There were only 534 trolls in total, and this was already the majority of the remaining members of the Darkspear Clan, some of them lived in other nearby villages, and of course, some of them lived in Orgrimmar.

In the territory of a race, there are only two or three small villages left, and the situation of the dark spear trolls is too difficult.

However, it is such a small race, but there is Woking, such a legendary-level Shadowhunter.

It is because of his existence that the Dark Spear Clan has been able to exist until now.

Otherwise, I don't know how many times it has been destroyed!

It may not be so difficult to rule a strong country, but it is not easy to rule a weak race and survive in such a war-torn era.

Hugging the thighs is also a technical job.

Wojin is really not simple.

It would be rude to release his spirit to directly scan others, but Jiang Zai was not interested in being polite to outsiders, not to mention that the small Senjin Village did not even have a creature with a legendary spirit.

Even Woking, although he has the strength of the legendary level, his spiritual power has not reached the legendary realm.

The spiritual power below the legend can't perceive Jiang Zheng's spiritual scan at all.

What Jiang Zheng didn't expect was that at the first time, he sensed an even more terrifying soul.

A demigod-level soul actually entrenched in this small village.

This existence with a demigod-level spirit sensed Jiang Zheng's peeping for the first time, and then began to fight back!

"It's kind of interesting."

Jiang Zheng chuckled, his soul was like a rock, and he didn't move in the other party's stormy spiritual attack, and then flew towards the location where the soul was.

In a large house in Senkin Village, Woking sat upright, and Shadow Hunter Rock Khan stood behind him.

Opposite them were three trolls in wooden armor and armed with wooden staffs.

The three trolls, who were significantly taller than the Dark Spear Trolls, were obviously from a distant and mysterious place, and judging from their energy strength equivalent to archmages, each of them was a veritable high-level sacrifice.

They show enough respect for Woking, but only respect.

In fact, Woking also shows enough respect for them because they come from somewhere more mysterious.

"Three priests, I will consider your suggestions. But the Darkspear Trolls can't return, and they can't return, to the Valley of Thorns. We were kicked out, and my son was mentally destroyed by Zangir's potion and has not fully recovered until now. The hatred between the Dark Spear and the Jungle Trolls is indelible. ”

Woking's voice was not hurried, nor was he humble: "The great Bonsandy has given me enough inspiration, but there are some things that cannot be compromised. If the Dark Spear returns to the Valley of Thorns, what will be the fate of what awaits us? Do you become a vassal of other tribes? The Dark Spear will be wiped out. Become the ruler of Gulabash, with the support of Zandalara, and rebuild the Gulabash Empire? Splitting skulls and blood tops will not allow a small tribe to rise above them. ”

"Trolls need to rise, Chief Woking."

The old priest at the head had a low voice: "The jungle trolls are caught in front of Stormwind and Treasure Bay, and even the Gulabash Arena has been lost!" Zurkin is dead, the forest trolls are scattered, and the High Elves have been hunting them down! The frost trolls are trapped in Zudak, and the bears and undead are attacking, and they are even forced to steal the power of the Loa gods! Woking, trolls and trolls are one family, if we don't join forces, sooner or later we will be destroyed! ”

Woking was silent.

Some ideas can't be said, some ideas can't be said, and some thoughts are not daring to say.

Neither the Alliance nor the Horde could have watched the ancient Troll Empire re-emerge, or the ancient overlords of Azeroth.

The Horde and the Alliance have fought together against the invasion of the Burning Legion, and have also united with the Northern Expedition against the Scourge Legion.

If trolls re-emerge, then the Alliance and the Horde will similarly join forces to fight the resurgence of the terrorist threat.

This world is Alliance, it's Horde, it's Night Elf's.

They will not allow new forces to rise.

Every force that wants to rise must be tempered by blood and fire.

Millions of orc warriors came to Azeroth from the planet Draenor, and after twenty years of brutal warfare, the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and the support of trolls and minotaurs, they finally gained a foothold and a corner of the land.

The Scourge Legion appeared more than ten years ago, and the Lich King Neozu made a fuss for so long, and was once so powerful, but was finally defeated by the Northern Expedition Coalition, and then reborn and stood firm as the "Forsaken", even with the support of the legendary Grand Duke, with Master Merry and Fao's crown, King Solas and Grand Chief Orgrim, they can still only be trapped in Northrend in the North Pole, under the eternal surveillance of the Alliance, the Horde and the Night Elves.

If the trolls want to regain their former glory, how cruel will the war have to be?

Maybe the Zandalar clan can really integrate all the big tribes, maybe it will be a force no less than the Scourge Legion, maybe after countless bloody battles, it can really regain its foothold, but in the process, can the Dark Spear hold up?

There are only one or two thousand people in the dark spear, how many people will be left by then?

The situation of the dark spear makes Woking want peace more than anyone else.

War will only deplete the living power of the dark spear, which is not what he wants.

He would rather have peace in the world for five hundred years, so that the Dark Spear could develop slowly.

Although this is impossible, he also does not want to be involved in the rise of Zandalara, and the Dark Spear does not have the strength to participate, and he cannot afford to pay a terrible price.

Now he just wants to hug the orc's thighs, maintain a relatively good relationship with Gianna and the legendary Grand Duke, and survive in the cracks.

He......

That's all there is to it!

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, Chief Woking. Think about it. Only trolls think about trolls, orcs don't, and neither do minotaurs. ”

The old priest at the head stood up and said lightly: "We are not interested in power, we just want to save the trolls from the danger of being exterminated." You can't find a better jungle troll than you, Chief Woking. Even for the sake of the Dark Spear's position in the Horde, you should consider our proposal. I'm going to take another trip to Zulfarak and say goodbye! ”

The other two priests also stood up.

They walked to the door, opened the door, and saw a young face.