Vol'jin stared at Zul'jin. There was no need to guess what God King Rastakhan would do, as long as he changed it to himself.
A great chief who is rumored to be dead is living in seclusion on his own land.
If it were Vol'jin himself, he would definitely capture this warchief, torture him severely, and interrogate him for his treasure.
A reclusive tribal chief, this is simply a huge fat sheep, which can greatly enrich the national treasury.
Unless you leave the Zandalari Empire, it will be difficult to escape. The many Loa gods of Zandalari are like a dragnet.
Vol'jin took a breath and asked in a low voice: "Zuljin, are you threatening me?"
Zuljin chuckled: "I can't help it. Don't blame me. Sylvanas sent a letter to the God King Rastakhan, threatening him to take my head. Rastakhan is a coward, and all my sacrifices have been destroyed."
He killed him, and I finally escaped. Fortunately, I got the guidance of a god and successfully found you, Wojin."
Wojin stroked his fangs, was silent for a long time, and said in a cold voice: "No, you were the one who killed those sacrifices. You used their souls to exchange my information for a certain god."
Zuljin stared at Vol'jin with squinting eyes: "Haha, you really understand me, just like I understand you. God King Rastakhan thought you had died in Orgrimmar, but I know you wouldn't do that.
.”
Vol'jin shrugged and spread his hands: "But I have lost my power, so what's the use of you looking for me? I can't help you with anything. Zul'jin, like you, I am a poor lost dog."
Zuljin picked up the coconut juice on the side, took a big sip, and said carelessly:
"God King Rastakhan will definitely sacrifice to the Loa gods and find my whereabouts. If you find me, you will also be found. Compared with me who fled Zul'Aman in a hurry with no money, you will definitely do something for Ra.
Staha brings surprises.”
Vol'jin thought for a long time, and then he realized that Zul'jin had been tied to him.
Living in seclusion here and being discovered by Zul'jin was a disaster for Vol'jin.
But Zul'jin is bound by the same destiny as himself. This is the most solid alliance. With a powerful helper, from this aspect, it is not an opportunity.
With the powerful help of Zul'jin, Zandalar, and God King Rasta, he may not be unable to replace them.
Wo'jin thought about it for a long time, and finally made up his mind, and his extinguished ambition was rekindled.
"Zuljin, you don't need to worry. Please come with me. I have been feeling lost and have given up on the future. It is you who gave me confidence."
Wojin led the way and entered the luxurious villa built deep in the dense forest by the sea.
Zuljin ignored the luxurious furnishings of the villa and went to a secret basement with Wojin.
An altar was built here. The altar was empty, but there was a dark atmosphere hanging over it.
Zuljin was secretly surprised. He felt the power of the altar. As the chief of the Amani tribe, he thought he was very familiar with every Loa god, but he didn't know who this god was.
Could it be a strange Loa?
"Zul'jin."
Wo'jin showed a proud expression:
"You are just the chief of the Amani tribe, and all you can do is sell the souls of your people to the Loa god. But I am the chief of the tribe. I can sell the interests of the entire Azeroth and establish contact with a greater existence.
"As long as those ancient existences show a little bit of power, it will be enough for us to enjoy them for a lifetime."
"Selling out the interests of Azeroth?" Zul'jin looked envious, but also horrified, guessing which god the altar was communicating with.
Vol'jin smiled proudly: "I just accelerated the demise of Azeroth, but it doesn't matter at all. Compared to the long lifespan of Azeroth, our lives are just insignificant. Shorten the life of Azeroth and win our life."
Luxurious living, this deal is a great deal.”
Zuljin nodded with deep understanding. Most people were just envious. Unfortunately, they had no chance. Only the leader of the Alliance or the chief of the Horde were qualified to betray Azeroth.
Vol'jin knelt in front of the altar and prayed devoutly: "Great master, I am your devout servant Vol'jin. The trolls of Zandalar are against your wishes. I pray to the master to give you great power."
On the altar, a loud voice responded:
"Wo'jin, thank you for your contribution, which has loosened my seal a little. I will not forget your contribution. Don't worry. Those weak Loa gods cannot find your traces, because I am the great God of Nightmares.
, Thousand Bearded Demon, I am the founder of the Dark Empire, N'Zoth."
The ancient god N'Zoth.
Zul'jin was shocked that he, worthy of being the warchief of the tribe, was able to establish contact with N'Zoth.
"Strange, I remember that these great beings will not easily listen to the voices of mortals. Why is this happening? Did I remember it wrong?"
The doubts in Zuljin's heart quickly passed away and he didn't take it to heart.
"Zuljin, with N'Zoth as our backing, do we need to worry about the mere god king Rastakhan?"
Only then did Zul'jin understand why Vol'jin chose Zandalar as his retreat.
When the Forsaken landed on Kalimdor and established a base in Theramore, the one who was most affected was Darasus.
Tyrande clearly felt that Sylvanas was coming for him.
Tyrande was so distraught that she had not received a response from the goddess for many days. She could not sit still and wait for death.
Leading a team of most trusted priestesses, Tyrande secretly came to the Watcher's Vault, where various evil beings were imprisoned, including Tyrande's most hated demon hunters.
The leader of the night elves arrived, and Maiev Shadowsong, the cellmaster of the Watcher's Vault, hurried out to greet him.
Maiev led the way in the cold Watcher's Crypt. Tyrande turned a blind eye to the evil beings imprisoned there. She had only one purpose for coming this time, the demon hunter Illidan.
From the deepest part of the Watcher's Cave, there were endless howls.
"Is it not over yet, Maiev?" Tyrande asked expressionlessly: "Sylvanas landed on Kalimdor, our people are in danger, and only Illidan can defeat her, just like before.
We serve the same purpose."
Maiev hurriedly replied:
"Dear Priestess, only the most cruel torture can make people forget. It will take time. Illidan still has not forgotten that you and Lord Malfurion attacked the Dark Temple. This is not the right time to release him."
Tyrande gritted his teeth and said fiercely:
"Everything is in chaos. Sylvanas was too sudden. The night elves are facing the biggest crisis. You must let Illidan join the battlefield as soon as possible, inflict the most brutal torture, tear his soul apart, and then piece it back together."
Maiev said in embarrassment: "Priestess, this will affect Illidan's strength."
"All I need is victory, Maiev, and this price is negligible." Tyrande clenched her fists and said seriously.
Maiev hesitated for a while: "Okay, we can burn Illidan's soul and get rid of this dangerous demon completely, but I don't understand, Sylvanas has always been on good terms with us, why is she so persistent now?"
Tyrande frowned and replied viciously:
"Because she got a new evil body, Sylvanas is very rational. A long time ago, she discussed the future of the high elves with her sisters and came to the conclusion that if the high elves want to rise, they must get rid of
Magic addiction.
"The offspring born after intermarriage with humans can have the longevity and magic affinity of the elves, and can get rid of the shackles of magic addiction and become powerful mages. The first guardian Alodi is the best example.
"Sylvanas successfully persuaded the two sisters, but she has a better choice, a child who is not restricted by magic addiction and is the legendary savior, Illidan. She gave birth to a pure-blooded elf.
This is the future of the high elves, but for us this is tantamount to destruction, we must stop Sylvanas’ crazy behavior.” (To be continued)