When Zandalar took advantage of the blood trolls' weakening and invaded Nazmir, in the heart of the swamp, deep in the Titan ruins known to the locals of Zandalar as the Heart of Darkness, Gohorn, still bound by the Titan seal, was listening to a report from his men.

"Great host."

A Faceless One raised the tentacles of his right hand and sent a small ball of condensed blood to Gohorn, who was unable to move.

Gohorn is a flesh monster with a very twisted shape.

Although it is a man-made product of the Titans, its form of existence is extremely similar to that of the real Old Gods, and it can even forcibly seize the hands of other Ancient Gods for its own use.

"Woohoo!"

Without hesitation, Gohorn used his tentacles to suck the blood into his body.

"It's ...... Dragon's blood? ”

The Faceless One bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Yes, this blood comes from a mortal with dragon blood, and through the analysis of the blood composition, he is related to the dragon who fought against Enzos's men at sea years ago. ”

"Enzos ......"

Gohorn has never left Odil, the Titan laboratory, since his birth, and his knowledge of the outside world has come from the raiding of the other ancient gods.

The relationship between the Elder Gods was not friendly, and each wanted to be the one who would eventually monopolize Azeroth, and they were often at odds with each other.

In the eyes of the orthodox Elder Gods, the man-made artifact of Gohorn was a defective product.

But the strength of this defective product was unexpectedly not bad, and the three ancient gods who sent people to test it were all taken away by it and some of their subordinates.

Gohorn is also unimpressed by the self-proclaimed Old Gods of Old Aged, such as Enzos, Yogsaron and Cthun.

If there was an opportunity to inflict heavy damage on them with the help of others, Gohorn would not hesitate at all.

"Interesting."

After a moment of silence, Gohorn said in a slightly lazy voice in the Faceless One's head, "Wait and see what happens, maybe that half-blood dragon can surprise us." ”

"Yes."

The Faceless complied with Gohorn's orders without any objections, and then asked another question.

"Master, do we need to send someone to support those stupid blood trolls?"

"No, you don't."

Gohorn replied in a flat tone, "I haven't completely broken free of the seal yet, and now is not the time to completely tear my face with Zandalara." ”

"Anyway, trolls are very fertile, and as long as blood trolls are not uprooted, they can recover in 1 generation at most."

"When necessary, I will take action to save some blood troll seeds, leave Zandalar alone, show weakness and paralyze them, and then follow my orders to fight back when the opportunity comes."

"Yes."

……

Zandalara, who had mobilized most of the country's forces, advanced quickly, with elite troops led by major generals encircling and oppressing the Heart of Darkness from multiple directions on the outskirts of the swamp.

Toga and Sarian have teamed up to destroy many of the Mistresses, and the Blood Trolls, who are busy fighting for power, can't stop the well-trained Zandalar army.

While Sarjan was busy familiarizing himself with his newfound necromancy and trying to balance the diametrically opposed forces of life and death, the Troll of Zandalar had already pushed his blade near the Heart of Darkness.

Most of Nazmir, including Nazvasa, was reclaimed by Zandalara, and the remaining blood trolls hid in the final camp outside the Heart of Darkness.

The blessings of the kings of Loarezan counteract the ubiquitous whispers of Gohorn, and the imposing generals of Zandalar intend to break through the Heart of Darkness and liberate the land that has been eroded by the dark for years.

King Rastaha and the Prophet Zur in Dasaro knew it wasn't easy.

The people below don't know the details of Gohorn, and only think that it is the evil Loa named the Blood God.

Rastaha, who was close to Lezan, knew exactly where Gohorn came from.

The Old Gods are not so easy to deal with, even if they are sealed.

"Take it when you see it."

At the suggestion of Zur, Rastaha was not carried away by a momentary victory.

Lezan's blessing is not omnipotent, and even it itself does not dare to guarantee whether it will be affected when it confronts Gohorn's body.

If Gohorn senses a threat to his life and goes all out, ordinary miscellaneous soldiers will not only be unable to use their role on the battlefield, but may even turn around and increase the enemy's strength.

Nazmir's Blood Trolls have been reduced by at least 60%, and they can no longer pose a threat to Zandalar for at least 0 years.

To avoid being forced too far and causing Gohorn to jump over the wall, Rastaha took Zur's advice.

After a massive air raid on the remaining Blood Troll garrison through the Pterodactyl Dragon Knights, Rastaha ordered the entire army to retreat to Zudasa.

"Heh~"

Temporarily relieved of the threat from the swamps to the north, Rastaha smiled and raised the golden wine glass in his hand to Zul.

"Speaking of which, thanks to the intruder of unknown origin, we can open up the situation."

"Zur, did Bangsandi and Ghani say anything from there?"

Zur shook his head slightly: "Bonsandi still looks like a yin and yang. ”

"Ghani had a brief encounter with the invader, who is said to be a half-elven half-elf hybrid with High Elf blood."

"High Elf ......"

A cold glint flashed in Rastaha's eyes: "It's not yet time to take full action against our elven feud, let's make them happy for a while." ”

"Zur, I'll give you another 10 years."

"Within 10 years, I want to see all the Troll clans resubmit to Zandalara, if they continue to disobey ...... after 10 years."

Zur's eyes flickered slightly, and he took the task assigned by Rastaha with a determined expression.

"Your Majesty, 10 years is enough forgiveness, and I believe that people of insight from the major clans will respond to your call."

……

Thanks to the intervention of the Sarean, the situation in the Zendara Islands has changed considerably.

Temporarily pacifying Nazmir's hidden dangers, Zandalara's higher-ups began to look at the world.

On Rastaha's orders, Zur led a diplomatic mission to the Quartet again.

This time, Zendala's diplomats will no longer be as tender as before, and must completely integrate all the trolls within ten years.

Ending the conversation with Olfa, Sarren's face was a little cloudy.

finally saw the hope of saving his mother, but Alpha poured cold water on him at a critical moment, and it is understandable that Sarean was depressed.

Comforted by Valera's soft voice, Sarean gradually straightened his mind.

"Hey~"

"You're right, things have to be solved one by one."

"The top priority is to first free the mother's soul from the gap between life and death, as for how to wake her up, we can only save it and then see the situation."

Rubbing his cheeks, Sarjan adjusted his mind.

"By the way, I didn't have time to ask before."

Salian looked at Valeera, who was dressed from head to toe, "Is Quel'Salas so dangerous now?" You can't even show your face? ”

Valera smiled wryly and spread her hands: "What do you say? ”

"The return of Prince Kael'thas after a long journey is equivalent to a formal showdown with the Sun King in the eyes of traditional nobles, and gradually reclaiming the privileges in the hands of the nobles on the grounds of consolidating royal power."

"The knives are all on their necks, do you think those nobles who have been in power for thousands of years will simply raise their hands and surrender?"

"Let's talk about the domestic topic first, anyway, we won't go back for the time being."

Valeera's originally playful face became serious: "Your Majesty sent me out not entirely to avoid the turmoil, but to have something important to tell you. ”

"Me?"

Surprised, Sarren asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Julian."

Hearing his father's name, Sarean's expression suddenly froze.

“…… Tell me more, what's wrong with Daddy? ”

Valera rolled her eyes amusedly, raised her hands and pressed down: "Don't get excited, your killing intent is revealed." ”

"Whew~"

Taking a deep breath, Salian controlled his emotions.

Salam has never seen his mother since he was sensible, and it was his single father Julian who brought him up with great difficulty.

Although Saljan does not have a proper title for Daddy on the surface, Julian has a status in his heart that no one can match.

Seeing that Sarren was in control of her temper, Valeera breathed a sigh of relief.

Growing up with Sarjan, she knows better than anyone the temper of this childhood sweetheart.

It's really grown, at least in terms of emotional control, it's a lot more mature than before. ’

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Valeera told Salaan the important information she had obtained before leaving Quel'Thalas.

"Julian did experience some crises, but they shouldn't be life-threatening for the time being."

Saljan asked with a calm gaze, "Where are the others?" What's wrong? ”

"Kalimdor Continent."

Valera said in a deep voice, "The specific situation of the Backlight Blade is not very clear, and based on the latest encrypted information he has sent back, it is speculated that Julian is in trouble in the desert region south of Kalimdor. (To be continued)