To the south of the tranquil forest, a fragmented mountain range and cliff are connected by a mountain range that few people know is a branch of the Zandarar Ranges. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The trolls built their temple on the top of the Zandalar Mountains and named it Zuldasa, but the city of the sacred altar and the vast tribe of the trolls were all on the south side of the sacred mountain, separated by a natural moat, and only the strongest goshawks could fly through the valley and see the world beyond, and the trolls could not reach their hands so far away for the time being.

- In fact, they are fighting for themselves.

And not long ago, the echinoderm jackals who arrived in this area by accident are more or less related to these trouble-making guys.

The echinoderm gnolls originally lived on the plains of central Camlido, and lived with the buffalo people, and the two sides were not in harmony, but because the buffalo people were born very strong, the jackals did not dare to cross the line, and the two sides got along peacefully for many years, and then, the trolls came. And then...... There's nothing then.

The trolls of this era are not as weak chickens as you might think, hiding in dungeons and being constantly driven by the Alliance and the Horde in various positions, but a huge group that occupies half of the country of Camlido. If it weren't for their own discord and the endless attacks of various races, there really wouldn't be a single one on the continent of Azeroth that could fight.

And the buffalo and the spiny jackals encountered this troll, named Amani, these trolls cowered in a small corner after 10,000 years and were overturned by the blood elves and human alliance vehicles many times, but now, they occupy all the lands including the capital of the blood elves, Quel'Thalas, the East and West Plaguelands, the Undercity, to the southern Ironforge Fortress, Nomorigan, and the future Stormwind City, including the vast grasslands west of the harbor (the future Broken Isles) are their territory, even so, They are just one of the three most powerful races of trolls.

It is clear that this terrible group of conquerors has swept the plains and is invincible.

The buffalo were forced to migrate south in search of their desired peace, while the gnolls were scattered in pursuit of the troll army, and the echinoderm gnolls who fled here were only one of those groups.

They are small in number, but they maintain a relatively complete structure, and the leader of their branch is called Silvermane.

The name of the gnoll has a lot to do with their appearance, and the silvermane is so named because its fur is silvery-white, and of course, it is covered with black markings like hyenas, which belongs to the racial characteristics of the gnoll.

Silvermane led its followers to this completely unfamiliar place, and at first they seemed cautious, frightened by the army of trolls, but soon found that hunger helped them overcome their fears.

Led by Silvermane, the echinoderms finally mustered up the courage to set foot in the mysterious forest for the first time, if they hadn't been so careful, they might have reached the Well of Eternity before the Night Elves, and history would have been rewritten again, but now, they were a step too late, and after that, they met Fitz and Connie, who had come out to explore the terrain with the same purpose.

The echinoderm gnoll almost freaked out!

When they saw the Night Elves, they subconsciously thought of each other as trolls - after all, there were still many similarities between the two, and the scene became very chaotic for a while, and Silvermane knew that if he let the tiger return to the mountain, he would have a whole army of revenge, so he screamed loudly, and let his clan's warriors surround it with all their might.

If it weren't for that arrow......

Silvermane's left eye hurt again, and the arrow that had blinded him had been pulled out along with the eyeball, but the scar it had left would be with it for the rest of its life, but more, like an invisible hand gripping its chest, it felt like it had nowhere to hide, something else.

"Have you found out, which clan the enemy is, how many troops does it have, and are there any signs of preparing to attack?"

Silvermane asked a few anxious questions, and the two scouts who were sent out to inquire about the information were stunned, because not to mention any army, they didn't even see a shadow of the enemy in the past this trip, but saw a lot of fat beasts, which were delicious food for the echinoderm jackals, a race that was born to hunt for a living.

"What? You say the forest is full of hares, elk, pheasants, and other prey? ”

"Yes, Chief, it's a natural pasture." The two scouts described the beautiful scene to their compatriots, and the fat food passed in front of their eyes, and soon there was a sound of swallowing saliva, and many of the gnolls complained: "Then why don't you catch some of them!" ”

yes, why don't you catch a little and come back, you know, they haven't had a full meal for a long time, there is nothing on this side of the cliff except the vultures that hovered overhead, these jackals have only been digging up some wild vegetables growing on the mountain wall lately, and the smell is still not to mention.

"Isn't this what the head said let's stop doing superfluous things and come back as soon as we get the information?" The two scouts looked at Silvermane with a weak heart, and the latter was also depressed, how could this be blamed on his head, was there anything wrong with the order it ordered.

The Gnoll race has a special attachment to food, and in their eyes, the so-called friendship and morality are worthless in the face of hunger, and magic and money are not worth mentioning compared to a full meal. They would easily choose to betray their allies when they were hungry, and make each other their lunch, or perhaps dinner, and now, in fact, there was only one glimmer left between them if they were fed up with that disgusting wild vegetable and wanted to open it.

Silvermane knew this, but he was still afraid of trolls, but it was understandable, because as long as it was a thinking being, after seeing the army of trolls that occupied the entire horizon and rolled like a green tide, it would leave a shadow in his heart.

But...... Wait, something doesn't seem right?

What he noticed was that a silvermane was lame, a beast as the name suggests, a cripple born lame, and a crippled gnoll like it should not have survived to adulthood in a world that worships the jungle. But the lame had apparently lived for a long time, even longer than most of the gnolls in the tribe, due to the fact that it was the only watchman in the tribe.

Gnolls are not shamans, nor are they druids, but it is strange that some people are born with the ability to use natural magic, and the lame is one of them, because of its uniqueness, it has always maintained a transcendent position among the tribe, except for the powerful leader Silvermane, it is the only speaker and decision-maker in the tribe.

"Head," the lame voice quieted the noisy atmosphere just now, and everyone gave the old gnoll watchman the respect he deserved, only to hear it say slowly: "The situation was too chaotic for some information to be discovered, and if you think about it, the two creatures we found may not be trolls, their skin is purple." ”

After all, to the echinoderm jackals, the trolls they know should be green-skinned.

"There are no fangs either." Someone on the side immediately added.

"yes, they're not the same height as trolls." This is actually a prejudice, at least the Zandalar trolls have always been straight, but unfortunately the echinoderm jackals have only seen those green trolls.

Hearing this, Silvermane also began to wonder if he was wrong at this time, it was not worried about that little face, it was worthless compared to fatty food, except that someone challenged the position of its leader, in fact, Silvermane, the leader, did not have much of a shelf, but at that time, he clearly heard the other party's mouth speak the language of the troll, which was decisive.

That's right, excellent language skills are an unknown stunt of the echinoderm jackals, who are fluent in several languages, including trolls'.

As for why the Night Elves still use the language of trolls, the question needs not be answered.

The gnolls who were still noisy just now were all silent for a moment, but Silvermane hoped that someone would stand up and refute his point of view, so that it would make up its mind to venture into the woods again, it was fat food, and Silvermane himself couldn't remember when it was the last full meal.

Seeing that the surrounding gnolls all lowered their heads, Silvermane was a little disappointed, but at this time, the answer that gave Silvermane, no, the closest thing to the real answer of the entire echinoderm jackal tribe was lame, and he said slowly: "But head, don't forget that there are also many races that have been enslaved by trolls, or exiles who also use the language of trolls." ”

Maybe because he couldn't run fast, the lame voice also gave people a feeling of warmth, but his few words put a ray of sunshine into the heart of every spiny jackal, even if it was late at night.

Food! Food! Food!

Enemy! Enemy! Enemy!

Silvermane's injured left eye hurt again, but this time, he clearly made up his mind: "Tomorrow, let's go into that forest together!" ”

The gnolls all howled excitedly, even without the moonlight.