Since the death of Warchief Zul'jin in battle, the ancient Amani Empire has finally entered its twilight years, and the defeated tribesmen have hid in the mountains to escape the slaughter of the blood elves.
Fortunately, after the blood elves joined the tribe, they also ushered in troubled times, with constant wars and no time to eliminate these trolls.
Later, Orgrimmar fell and the tribe was destroyed. The blood elves were isolated in a corner, unable to support themselves, for fear of being retaliated by the Alliance. This gave the Amani tribe a chance to breathe.
There are a small number of trolls living in the ruins of Zul'Aman. They are fanatical followers of the warchief Zul'jin. They firmly believe that Zul'jin is immortal and will one day return from death and continue to lead the Amani tribe in battle.
On this day, unexpected visitors arrived in the ruins, a group of orcs bathed in holy light.
"I brought a letter from your warchief Zul'jin." A tall orc shouted.
The trolls hid behind stones, on dense trees, and in dark corners, staring at the visitors, and no one dared to stand out.
The tall orc had no choice but to place the letter on a big stone and then slowly backed away.
It wasn't until the Lightforged Orcs retreated to the gate of Zul'Aman that a troll came out, carefully picked up the letter on the stone, checked that there was nothing wrong with it, and handed it to an old troll.
The old troll's head was covered with bright feathers. He was one of the few sacrifices of the Amani tribe. He opened the letter with fingers like chicken claws, and after just one glance, he suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.
"Warchief Zuljin, he is back. There is no mistake. This is a letter written by him. We are about to be saved."
The old priest recognized Zul'jin's handwriting, and the letter also mentioned secrets that only a few priests knew. Everyone rushed to circulate the letter, and it was finally confirmed that the great Zul'jin was back.
The Amani Trolls burst into tears. Zul'jin is too noble and great in their hearts. Without Zul'jin's leadership, the existence of the Amani Trolls has lost its meaning.
"Great Chief Zuljin told us that the era of the Holy Light has arrived, and ordered us to rush to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, accept the baptism of the Holy Light, and fight for the Holy Light."
No Amani troll dared to doubt Zul'jin's orders. The news spread from the ruins of Zul'Aman, and soon the trolls hiding in the mountains also knew about it.
"The great Tirion Fordring responded to the call of the Holy Light, gave up his freedom, and became the Eternal Flesh to provide us with food. From now on, the Amani trolls will no longer be hungry."
The Amani trolls, who had lost their home and were suffering from hunger and cold, heard the news and rejoiced, so the first batch of Amani trolls entered the Plague Land.
Just as promised in the letter, they accepted the Holy Light and turned into light-forged trolls.
This gave the Amani trolls who were waiting and watching with confidence, and they rushed to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel one after another.
With the addition of the Amani Trolls, Aman'Thul's forces expanded again.
The Silver Crusade built a dock behind Stratholme and began building ships.
"Our target is Kalimdor, the light-forged tauren led by Velen." Aman'Thul said to Baron Maxwell Tyrossus.
The baron secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the target was the Eastern Kingdom and the war started against the Alliance, the baron would definitely be entangled in his heart and find it difficult to make up his mind.
"The number of tauren is far inferior to us." The baron said confidently.
This reminded Aman'Thul, who hesitated for a while and asked: "Based on your understanding of Velen, how will he respond?"
The Baron thought for a while and replied: "Velan's timidity is proportional to his age. He will probably run away."
Aman'Thul murmured to himself: "We must not let Velen escape."
In Thunder Bluff, Velen is packing his things.
Magatha Wild Totem got the news and hurried over to dissuade him:
"Velen, what are you doing? Do you want to give up on Thunder Bluff? Give up your belief in the Holy Light?"
Velen plausibly said: "Everything I do is under the guidance of the Holy Light."
Magatha asked in surprise: "Did the Holy Light let you escape?"
Velen shook his head: "The Holy Light did not let me stay in Thunder Bluff. Terrible enemies have entered Azeroth. They gathered at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. We are no match."
Magatha frowned and said, "Velen, you have to believe in our strength. The tauren are never afraid of any enemy."
Velen sneered and said: "Don't forget, the tauren are just food for the orcs. You are groveling in front of the orcs, and it is the light-forged orcs that we need to face."
Magatha said firmly: "Times have changed, Velen, we are no longer afraid of the orcs, have you forgotten who conquered Orgrimmar?"
The quarrel between the two was so loud that it spread outside the tent. No matter how Magatha tried to persuade him, Velen insisted on leaving Thunder Bluff.
Three guests came to Thunder Bluff, hiding outside the tent and listening to the two arguing.
Garrosh asked in confusion: "Why do you want us to join Velen's side? What qualifications does a coward have to get our help?"
Sylvanas replied:
"Don't you understand yet? This is for both sides to be evenly matched. When the Age of Holy Light comes, all races in Azeroth will be involved, and no one will be spared."
Jaina whispered: "Remember our mission, we must not let Viren give up. Even if he wants to escape, we must hold him down."
Garrosh strode into the tent, and Velen and Magatha stopped arguing and looked at the visitor in unison.
Upon seeing Garrosh, Magatha immediately prepared for battle.
"Relax, I am not an enemy." Garrosh grinned: "I have converted to the Holy Light. Lord Durotan sent me to assist Velen."
Velen nodded, and Magatha breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, Jaina walked into the tent and shouted: "Velan, are you ready?"
"Prepare for what?" Viren was puzzled.
Jaina smiled and said: "Conquer the centaurs and wild boars with us, the enemy is about to attack, and we need more soldiers."
Velen was about to retort when he heard Sylvanas say:
"Velen, you are a great wise man. We all need your guidance. Lord Durotan has told us that if anyone dares to escape, he will be killed."
Velen smiled awkwardly: "I am ready, for the Holy Light and for Lord Durotan."
Under the leadership of Velen, the Lightforged Tauren launched an all-out attack, targeting the quilboar in the Barrens and the centaurs in Desolace.
This time it is not persuasion, but direct coercion by force. Regardless of whether they are willing or not, the wild boars and centaurs must accept the Holy Light.
As the saying goes, an army is easy to come by, but a general is hard to find. Under the leadership of Garrosh, Jaina, and Sylvanas, the Lightforged Tauren quickly conquered the other two tribes, and the power of the Holy Light in Kalimdor further expanded.
, there are more light-forged centaurs and light-forged quilboars.
Jaina said cautiously: "Compared to the Eastern Kingdom, we lack one thing."
"What?" Viren asked.
Jaina looked in the direction of Orgrimmar:
"The Eastern Kingdom has the Eternal Flesh transformed by Fordring, and we also need the Eternal Flesh to continuously provide food. Velen, are you willing to go to Orgrimmar with us?"