In the foothills of Mount Hyjal, now far from the tranquil forest, it will have a new name in the future, the Forest of Forest, but for now it is only an uncultivated virgin land. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

About thirty years ago, a group of dark trolls who had left their homeland wandered here, and their personalities were not hospitable, but rather cold, and they drove away the irascible bears that lived here, took over their habitat, and left themselves alone, but strangely enough to provoke the wrath of Cenarius, the manager of the forest, who was just unhappy.

Perhaps the demigods themselves didn't like the noisy creatures, so they just kept silent when the dark trolls drove out the bear monsters, and then, they didn't make any bigger moves, just hunting and living on their own, and gradually, Cenarius acquiesced to their existence.

Until today.

The dark troll's tradition of not communicating with the outside world has not changed, and as long as their leader, Baird, is still around.

In the cave, the firewood piled up in the center burst out with a beeping spark, and the attendant added a handful of firewood to the fire, so that the fire burned again.

The leaping light of the fire illuminated the old face leaning against the rock wall, like all trolls, his upper jaw was topped with two fangs, one of which had been broken in a previous battle, and the rest had lost sharpness due to age, his beard was white, and his face was full of deep folds, like a crumpled rag huddled together, to show how bored he was at the moment—he was thinner than anyone else present, and his slender body was devoid of the muscles of his youth, There was only a pile of skin and bones left, but no one dared to despise him.

At least now there will be no people around this cave.

These people are all confidants or close confidants of Baird, and their existence is the foundation that maintains Baird's rule over the entire tribe, which would not have been shaken, but now it ......

A crack appeared in the bottle that should have been secure.

Someone was expressing dissatisfaction with him, complaining about tradition, openly provocative.

The man's name was Gulavo, the younger chief of the Dark Troll.

In the clan of trolls, the chief and the chief are two separate positions, although they are both leaders, the chief is in charge of production, the rule of law, disputes, and criminal responsibility, while the chief's job is to lead both the war and the hunt. Many chiefs were chiefs of their clans when they were young, but not every chieftain was able to successfully transfer to chieftain.

As a chief, Gulawo has all the potential of a chieftain, brave, strong, and even when he sees him, Baird often thinks of his younger self. Baird has always been a strong supporter of him as a chief, but this support has not reaped the gratitude of the other party, on the contrary, after becoming a chief, he has become more and more inattentive to himself.

It is a good thing that young people dare to fight and have courage, but it is a pity to be too crazy and have no one in sight.

The contradiction of things has existed from the beginning, and it is useless to say more, but what really makes it explode and become a contradiction that is on the verge of breaking out on the surface is because of the incident with Aishara.

It's true that Baird didn't do it beautifully, and even seemed a little stupid, but could that blame him?

When Azhara said that he had received divine revelation, he immediately received great attention and immediately summoned her, but when he got the result from Azhara's mouth, he realized that this was not a blessing, but a disaster. For Aishshara told him that the location of the God's call was what the trolls considered to be the center of the world, the holy city of Zuldasa.

Judging from the results, there is no doubt that the old troll has misunderstood, but geographically, the Zandalar Mountains and the Well of Eternity are really a gap between the moats. In an age when there were no maps, it was not wrong for Byrd to think of the place where Loa, the god of souls, whom the trolls worshipped, based on Aeshara's description, was located, because that was the sacred place in their hearts.

You can imagine the old troll's reaction when he learned the news, he could be said to be both shocked and terrified, because he knows the history of trolls very well, since they were born and gained intelligence, most of the civil wars between trolls have been fought around the holy cities of Zandalar and Zuldasa, and everyone wants to fight for legitimacy, and no one is under the control of other tribes, and the result is a never-ending fight and fighting.

There is no doubt that the dark trolls were also the contenders around this war, the losers, and they had managed to escape such a bloodstained fate, and Baird would never allow his people to return to such a terrible nightmare, even if it was God's will!

Baird reprimanded Azhara harshly and warned her not to tell the rest of the clan about it, or else she would be placed under house arrest.

Loa is on top.

The old leader only said a few angry words and cruel words at that time, after all, Aishara's identity was there, and he also believed in her talent as a priest, so he wanted to suppress her and let her retreat, but what he didn't expect was that the priest who looked beautiful and weak would only bring the guards around him, and go on the road alone through his eyeline.

This was the beginning of trouble, and by now, Baird would have often introspected himself, if only his attitude had softened at the time, but at this age, he had long known that the world was useless to regret, and it was not Aishara who really brought trouble, but the chief he had personally raised, and now he was leading his followers to openly rebel against him.

The campfire danced again, and Baird realized that they had waited long enough for the night, but the person they had been waiting for still hadn't shown up.

"It's too much, that guy has no intention of talking." The troll who speaks is called Sasine.

The old troll looked at him, this young man was also one of the candidates for the chief in the past, but at that time Baird was more optimistic about Gulavo, and the facts also proved that the other party was even better, after all, the position of the chief was not appointed by anyone, but through a battle that no one could question.

However, since Gulawo gradually stopped taking him as a leader, and disobeyed his words, and even recently began to bother to even do superficial things, Gulawo deliberately drew Sasin closer and pulled him into his circle. He was a smart man and knew what he meant by doing this, and although he always liked to stir up trouble between himself and Gurawo and tell about the other party's bad, Baird didn't hate such cleverness.

"Rest easy." "It's not the time to break with Gulavo, at least not now," he said. ”

Seeing the disappointment on Sarsin's face, Baird, who was well versed in the way of the emperor, did not forget to promise this young man who was in a hurry a little good wish, so that he would do things for himself willingly.

He reached out and patted the other party's shoulder: "Don't worry, if Gulavo has been stubborn, the next chief will be your position." ”

This is tantamount to publicly expressing his support for him, which has never happened before, Baird thought that Sasin would appear happier, but what he didn't expect was that his smile was more like disappointment.

"That's all counting on the chief."

Is it your own delusion?

Baird was a little noncommittal, but it was almost morning, and after waiting for the night, it was almost time for the dark troll to sleep, and he was too old to take it anymore.

"Then let's disband like this today, hard work everyone."

The old leader held back his yawn in order to maintain his majesty, but his subordinates all retired with amusement, and only Sasin walked in the end.

Baird felt that he had deliberately stayed to have something to say to himself, so he didn't chase him, and only after everyone else had left the cave did he sigh and speak slowly: "Sasin, do you still care about Gulavo?" ”

But the young warrior turned his back to him and said, "No, I don't care anymore. ”

When he said this, it meant that he cared in his heart, Baird thought to himself.

It's so young and vigorous.

But let's be honest, if Gulavo was willing to obey, he was indeed a better candidate for chieftaincy, and he repeatedly gave in to give him a chance, in order to avoid the dark trolls fighting each other, in order to avoid bloodshed and sacrifice among their kind, why they couldn't understand themselves.

Just when Baird felt melancholy and was about to wave his hand and send Baird back.

The young troll turned, and a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes that stung Byrd's eyes.

"You ......"

Before he could utter a complete sentence, a dagger sharpened from the teeth of a nightblade leopard stabbed the old leader in the chest.

Blood flowed out of the ground along the edge, and it couldn't be stopped.

The old leader just held the other party's hand, and he couldn't have imagined that it would end like this.

"For ...... What the? He asked.

"Gulawo has privately agreed with me, as long as I kill you, he will give me the position of chieftain and leave here with his men."

“！” The old leader wanted to say something, but the blood that poured into his throat made him speechless, and his old cloudy eyes looked behind Sasin, but it was not his guards who broke in there, but the person he had been waiting for tonight, and behind him, there seemed to be another figure, but unfortunately, his eyes, which were gradually losing sight, were blurry, and he could not see anything clearly.

All that remained, death quickly took over the hollow and unwilling body, slowly sliding down the stone wall.