Once upon a time, Malagos longed to have his own place in the Zandalar clan, and even if it was just a small assistant, he could have access to more magical witchcraft.

But Malagos did not expect that when he could one day return to Zandalar again, he would do so at the cost of the destruction of his own clan and his country.

Seeing that Malagos was silent, Caldara seemed to understand the disciple's feelings, so he walked up to Malagos and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Relax, Marragus. Although Zujin is dead and the Amani Empire has fallen, for us, at least we have witnessed a piece of history, haven't we? By the time you reach Zandalara, you will understand that even the great Zur will be jealous of you because of such an experience. ”

Caldara said to Malagos with a smile.

"Why? Don't...... Is it rare for a fight between an animal god and other powerful beings? Or rather...... What happened to Zu Jin Xià ......"

Malagos looked up and looked at Caldara in bewilderment.

What had happened in the past few days had been a big shock to Maragos, who had seen for the first time the overwhelming body and power of the Red Dragon Queen's Life Bound Oath, Alex Stasana, and for the first time he had seen the four god enchantments that could always be the power of other gods.

At the same time, Malagos was witnessing the birth of an artificial god for the first time, and he never imagined that Zujin would one day become a true god, even if it lasted less than a day.

But this qiē was for the prophet Zur of the great tribe of Zandalara. Is it also a strange thing?

Malagos didn't think so, because just a few days ago, Caldara had revealed that the Zandalar clan had killed an animal god under the leadership of Zur.

"These? No, no, no. These are strange things, but for the great Zur, they are far from worthy of his jealousy; I am referring to the coming of the One who is the ......."

Caldara's gaze was full of fascination, and his tone was long and peculiar.

"Which one? Befall? ”

Malagos asked, confused.

Caldara smiled and did not answer his disciple's question, but turned his gaze back to the temple in the distance, where he knew the blue-dressed, human-looking maiden.

The only true god of the world of Azeroth...... I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see the scene when she came; I don't know after the great Zur found out about it. Will you regret not making this trip to Zuaman?

- A satisfied smile appeared on Caldara's lips, and then she turned and grabbed Malagos by the shoulder, as if a breeze was blowing. With his own disciples, he suddenly disappeared in place.

The vast altar suddenly became empty, and among the countless such altars and temples in the city of Zuaman, trolls were constantly being dragged to the ground by the soldiers of Riptide Castle from their vaults or underground warehouses. Pierce a hedgehog with an incredibly sharp spear.

This time. It was the trolls' turn to cry and scream, but this time, as they had done in their inhumane crimes outside Riptide, their enemies had no mercy.

In the midst of the screams, the corpses of the trolls covered the stairs of every temple and altar in the city of Zuaman, and the blood they flowed pooled into small red streams that flowed down the lanes between the temples until they disappeared into the crimson-brown soil.

The rise of an empire is destined to be accompanied by a sea of corpses and blood of countless enemies. And when the empire fell, the same situation was imposed on the inhabitants of the empire who had once been invincible.

The Amani clan and other trolls paid the price in blood for Zukin's ambition and brutality. Under the witness of their severed limbs, Zuaman, the sacred land of forest trolls that had lasted for tens of thousands of years, finally came to the brink of destruction.

The age of trolls is over, and humanity, a race that has not been present for long in the world of Azeroth, is showing its allies and enemies alike their strength and determination to never give in.

The demise of one race is also the beginning of the rise of another.

……

A month later, in the palace of Lordaeron, in the study of King Terenus.

Arthas sat at his father's desk, staring blankly at the parchment letters in front of him, as if the events of a month earlier were just a dream.

However, for the Lordaerons, this was no simple dream.

Thousands of Lordaeron families have lost their loved ones, and although the gold and jewels that Alsace brought back from the city of Zuaman have given them a considerable amount of relief, Alsace knows that this will not make up for the loss.

However, more Lordaerons are proud and excited, humanity has been suppressed for far too long since the Orc invasion began.

This time, the human army took the initiative to attack their enemies and succeeded in accomplishing feats that even Emperor Soladin had not accomplished, completely erasing the forest trolls, a brutal race that had fought against humans for thousands of years, from the continent.

When the army entered the city of Lordaeron in triumph, the crowd was as enthusiastic as when the news of the orc's defeat came six years ago.

For Arthas, this triumph undoubtedly filled another regrettable memory in his heart.

In the original time stream, the last expedition of Alsace was in Northrend, in the far north.

However, on that occasion, when all the Lordaerons, including King Terenus, the father of Arthas, thought that his son had returned victorious, in the midst of that great triumphal celebration, Arthas killed his father with his own hands, bringing ruin and death to the rich and stable kingdom.

Although he had sunk in the darkness at the time, Arthas could clearly remember what had happened, and the change in the expressions on the faces of the citizens of Lordaeron from surprise to despair made his heart feel like a knife to this day.

This time, Arthas was finally able to give the citizens of Lordaeron a grand triumph, and when he led the royal guards of Lordaeron, who had been well-dressed despite the long journey, through the long, crowded streets, to the gates of the palace of Lordaeron, where his father, King Terenus, was already waiting.

"You're doing a great job, Arthas, and I'm so proud of you."

When Arthas turned and dismounted, and came to his father, the old king embraced him, patted him lightly on the back, and said in a choked voice. (To be continued......)