Nazmir was once the glorious center of troll civilization, but now it has become a withered swamp, leaving only a few ruins that make people lament their past glory.
In Zuldazar, children have passed down some ancient stories from generation to generation. If they don't behave well, the blood magicians of Nazmir will kidnap them from their sleep.
And those who dared to walk into the swamp all disappeared without a trace in horror, and no one ever returned.
The blood trolls of Nazmir are every Zandalar child's nightmare - and not without reason.
It's just that now the nightmare of these Zandalari children has met their nightmare.
After drinking the blood of demons, the orcs whose skin turned into dark green and dark green crossed the gate of the world and arrived here.
As the former overlords here, the Blood Trolls chose to cooperate with each other because the orcs promised them that after they captured Zuldazar, they would give the troll capital to the Blood Trolls.
This has been the dream of blood trolls for countless generations.
At the same time, the orcs have been very interested in the Dark Star since they arrived. After hearing that the god of the blood trolls was imprisoned under the pyramid, the orcs volunteered to break the pyramid and release the blood god of the blood trolls.
G'huun, who is always eager to break out of the ground, has been buried for too long.
He longed to come out and breathe fresh air.
He is not an orthodox void power, and he will not hesitate at all to make a deal with the devil.
And even those true ancient gods will definitely abandon their own camp without hesitation once it becomes profitable to cooperate with evil energy.
Between escaping from prison and cooperating with demons, G'huun decisively chose the latter. As his followers, the skeletons naturally cooperated with the orcs.
In fact, in the eyes of most ignorant blood trolls, there is no difference between demons and orcs. Some skeletons even directly call those larger demons "big green skins".
The two sides hit it off immediately.
Formed by the Beast Blood Alliance.
Swinging southward, they fought a bloody battle with the Zandalari trolls of Dazar'alor.
The war so far has been detrimental to the alliance.
The blood trolls and orcs naturally had to swallow the unfavorable bitter pill.
The orcs, who have always been on the stronger side in the cooperation, are bound to make the weaker blood trolls taste more bitterness.
For example, in the Great Swamp of Nazmir right now.
Almost all the blood trolls were driven out of their crude tents-the simple tents they built with animal skins, branches, and dead leaves are now the residences of the migrating orc civilians.
The skeletons could only stay on the edge of the wet swamp, lying on the ground and admiring the sky.
Deep in Nazmir, a bonfire burns brightly.
The surviving orc chiefs and several blood trolls sat in a group.
In the middle stood Ner'zhul.
"Deadeye is dead. Blackhand is dead. Galad is dead. They are all weak, and those who die in battle are weak."
"The victor is the warrior of the orcs."
Ner'zhul's voice was relaxed. The huge losses suffered by the orcs in the battle seemed ordinary to him.
"The weak deserve to be slaves, or simply die."
"We did not come here from our world to fail."
"They failed. They don't deserve to live."
His words made the chiefs a little uneasy, because the orcs Ner'zhul just named were all famous overlords among the orcs.
Kilrogg Deadeye, the chief of the Blood Hollow Clan from the jungle, the overlord of the jungle area. With the power of his clan, he enslaved the arakkoa, the former masters of the jungle, and is a well-known warrior among the entire orcs.
Blackhand, the new chief of the Blackstone Clan. Although he is young, he may be the best warrior of the orcs. The Blackstone Clan has been one of the most powerful orc clans since a long time ago.
Garad, the old chieftain of the Frostwolf clan.
The Frostwolf clan is a powerful force in the north, and Galrad is famous for his wisdom and cunning. Many orcs believe that Galrad is the smartest orc among the orcs, except for the Shadowmoon clan.
These three famous warriors and wise men among the orcs all died, but Ner'zhul said they were losers.
Many orcs don't understand.
But he didn't dare to refute.
Because Ner'zhul's words hold true among the orcs.
The long-standing universal value of the orcs is that the weak eat the strong, and there is no need to sympathize with the loser. Failure means death.
The three of them died, and death meant failure.
The chiefs were silent.
The orc warriors became anxious.
The blood trolls could not understand what the orcs were saying, but they became uneasy when they saw their restless allies.
Looking at the silence and uneasiness of the tribesmen.
Ner'zhul didn't take it seriously and clapped his hands.
A few guys who were relatively short for the orcs slowly walked out of the shadows behind the orc leader.
"Next we will leave by boat and leave this huge island." The leader said something that surprised the chiefs.
He pointed at the two short pink-skinned monsters and three pocket-sized green-skinned monsters that came out.
"They will send us to an island full of weaklings. There are many, many ships on that island, and we can start from there and resume our dominance of the world."
"Garad, Blackhand and the Blood Hollow failed. The orcs will not fail."
"What you have to do is wait quietly. Then I will let you get on the boat and leave here. Go to a better place."
Ner'zhul gestured, just as he had asked the orcs to follow him in the past, gesturing for a bright future for the orcs.
"I promised you. Every orc will have endless food, the best house, and no less than three slaves."
"We came a long way and were very tired. The first enemy we encountered was the strongest race in the world."
"But even so, we also caused each other's heads to bleed. This proves that we are also the most powerful force in this world."
"We are like migrating wolves on the grassland. When we first arrived at a new hunting ground and were unfamiliar with the hunting ground, we encountered the strongest local herd on the grassland."
"Even so, the wolves did not fail. We suffered in an unfamiliar and unfamiliar hunting ground."
"good!"
Ner'zhul said loudly and forcefully.
"Let's leave this corner of the hunting ground for the time being! Let's go to other parts of the hunting ground to select those weak prey and plunder them!"
"Rely on these abundant prey to strengthen our wolf pack, until we become the most powerful wolf pack in the hunting ground!"
"That's the day the enemy will be defeated!"
"I, son of Ner'zhul Nyorro, chief of the Shadowmoon clan, declare! From now on, I am the chief of all orcs! I am the war chief of the orcs! All orcs can challenge me to mak'gora! Win me
will be the new warchief!"
"at the same time."
Ner'zhul's glowing green eyes looked at the restless blood troll matrons in the corner.
