The heavy rain in Stranglethorn Valley fell like a torrent again, making everything around it invisible. The nameless river that meandered from the north surged again, no longer as calm as yesterday, but rolling in turbulent waves in the wind and rain.
The heavy rain in Stranglethorn Valley is always turbulent, forming diagonal lines between the sky and the earth, passing by in a vast whiteness. Layers of rain and mist evaporate from the earth, shrouding everything in the jungle in darkness.
The wind and rain are raging, just like the mood of the Gurubashi trolls in the Valley of Thorns at this moment. No one knows when the violent wind and rain that is about to sweep through the Valley of Thorns will stop, and how long will the trolls be able to stop?
Can't survive this storm!
A checkpoint camp has already been set up more than ten miles south of Zul'Gurub. Ever since the rise of Zaun and New Hakkari, the capital of the jungle trolls has never calmed down for a moment.
Zul'Gurub has a long history, and its history exceeds all non-troll and aqir cities in Azeroth. Only a few troll cities or insect cities can compare with Zul'Gurub.
History.
Since the establishment of the Gurubashi Empire, Zul'Gurub has stood tall in this rain-soaked northern zone. It overlooks the entire jungle and occupies the best terrain in the entire Stranglethorn Valley region.
History has left many traces in this ancient troll city, and the green moss marks covering almost all the buildings are the most obvious traces.
It's raining heavily.
Sorcerer Jindu braved the rain and entered Zul'Gurub City, a simple building located in the northern city.
"Welcome. Prayer Jindu, you have brought wind and rain to Zul'Gurub." A strong and tall jungle troll was sitting in the room. After seeing Jindu, he stood up and said.
"Mandokil, my master's blood lord. I want to tell you that the storm sweeping across Stranglethorn Valley was not brought about by me. It was the dispute between the gods that caused the dissatisfaction and anger of the jungle. It was angry." Jindu.
Speak up.
Mandokir, the young chief who has recently become famous in Zul'Gurub and the leader of one of the three branches of the Gurubashi tribe, was somewhat silent when he heard Jindu say this.
The tall troll chief looked out at the violent storm outside, then turned to look at the magician: "The person summoned by that stinky raptor excrement of Bloodcrest is definitely not Master Hakkar. Now Zaun is going to fight those stinky raptors.
Shit. We, what should we do."
"Do nothing!" Jindu said resolutely. "Our career has just begun. The ceremony to call the master of Hakkar has just begun! Now the two gods are fighting, there is no need for us to intervene! They'd better lose both sides, this way
Only then can our interests be maximized!”
"But..." Mandokir looked hesitantly at the troll who helped him ascend to the position of chief. "There is something going on in the city. Many chiefs are ready to support Zuer'an. The war last year made many trolls feel that Zu'an
The strange gods that Er'an believes in are worth pursuing."
Jindu knew what the war that Mandokil was talking about meant. The war that the Blood Lord mentioned was the war in which many Gurubashi troll tribes united last year to prepare to attack the newly built Zul'an.
The coalition army encountered Zul'an's army halfway. Before the battle officially started, the troll death god Bwonsamdi suddenly appeared.
As a result, Bwonsamdi made it clear that he supported Zur'an's trolls, and shattered the other two clones of Loa, warning the Gurubashi troll coalition.
As a result, the war was over. The Gurubashi troll coalition defeated itself without an attack. Many tribes fled desperately and were defeated before they were even halfway through the journey.
That war was more of a large-scale farce than a war. It ended with Zul'an beginning to establish his position in Stranglethorn Vale, and with Zul'Gurub finally meeting a challenger.
Jindu and Mandokir naturally knew the causes and consequences of this war. In fact, the original Gurubashi troll coalition was able to successfully form, and they, the two senior priests of the wind snake god Hakkar, contributed a lot in it!
When the Warlock heard what the Blood Lord said, there was no expression on his masked face, but his voice was very brisk and said: "If they want to go, let them go! But don't think about it after leaving Zul'Gurub.
Come back! The place they left in the city will be inherited by other tribes who will not leave! Mandokir, this can be considered a good thing for us!"
"Take this opportunity to seize the place where they stayed?" Mandokir hesitated.
"That's right." Jindu said. "I'm already preparing. The ceremony to call Master Hakkar has begun! Taking advantage of this opportunity, when two supernatural gods are fighting. Blood Lord, your task is to quickly make your tribe
Grow stronger! Atal'ai will help you."
"Okay." Blood Lord Mandokir nodded. He had already taken his tribe onto the pirate ship of Jindu and the Atalai clan, and now he could not get off the ship.
The best result is of course that Hakkar returns successfully and unifies the entire Gurubashi trolls and Stranglethorn Vale. Even if that is not possible, there is nothing they can do about Zaun and the new Hakkari, huddled in the safety of Zul'Gurub, right?
Mandokir thought so.
He didn't know what the magician was thinking, but he saw that Jindu had been looking at the pouring rain outside.
"This rain is so heavy!"
Jindu said in admiration as the water vapor filled the air.
"That's right."
Mandokir said.
…
…
When almost the entire Stranglethorn Valley was covered in this downpour.
Not a drop of rain fell in the jungle located in the Bloodcrest Highlands.
In the canyon in the center of the highlands.
Ganzu Laen wore a bright red armor with gold embellishments. His entire face was unrecognizable compared to the past, and his muscles were swollen like solid rock.
"Ha~" The leader of New Hakkale threw an animal skin to the ground.
"Those stupid trolls who believe in candles actually dare to challenge the servants of the Blood God! Then let them do it! Let all living creatures hear the name of the Blood God from now on! Let those fools know that the only way to fear the tyranny and slaughter of the Blood God is
He is the only true God!"
A corner of the roll rolling on the ground was blown open by the wind, and it turned out to be an intelligence letter sent from the front. It was written in troll characters: [Candle believers are actively preparing for war and issuing a challenge to my god. The peripheral scouts have been lost.
Fifty-one, please prepare the blood-stained lord]
After throwing away the leather scroll, Ganzu Laen raised his huge ax and roared at a bunch of trolls behind him with signs of mutation:
"Raise your weapons! The holy war has come! It is our duty to please the Blood God! Let the rain in Strangle Valley turn red, and let the river in Strangle Valley turn into a river of blood! May the earth be filled with skulls and the warehouses filled with blood!"
"at last……"
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
Tremendous shouts echoed above the canyon.
Then…………
Then countless members of New Hakkale followed Ganzu Laen and stepped out of the canyon, holding up their weapons.
