Azeroth Trail of Light

Zudak, the "land of the gods" in the troll language.

This is the territory of the Drakkari tribe of frost trolls. In the ancient times of Azeroth, Drakkari trolls thrived on this icy land. They were once among all the troll tribes of Azeroth. One of the tribes with the most complete tradition and the largest number.

And unlike the Amani trolls and the Skullsplitter trolls who have basically fallen to the territory, the Dakalai tribe still maintains a fairly complete social class and even has its own unique civilization. The entire Zudak extends from the southwest to the northeast. , Were divided into farming area, Colosseum and Sacrifice area in turn. In the long time, the life of the trolls here was actually quite peaceful.

They are also allies of the Zandalari, the most determined kind.

However, as the tide of darkness swept the world, the Drakkari tribe was not spared. Endless souls poured into Zudak. Under such power, the Drakkari trolls kept retreating unsustainably and finally gave up completely. In the outermost farming area, around the Colosseum area, it is difficult to resist the invasion of the undead.

Now, with the help of a group of despicable trolls who have taken refuge in the undead and natural disasters, the second-tier Colosseum is also in danger of falling.

Expanding the perspective to the entire Northrend, Zudak suffered the most undead invasion force. The three natural disaster floating cities, Voltarus, Zellamas, and Korlamas, were arranged in The southern area of ​​Zuldak, plus a fortress city of Dak'Tharon that has been completely occupied by undead trolls, has spread the plague of undead throughout the territory of Zuldak almost non-stop.

This is also the "source of troops" that Alsace attaches great importance to, because in Northrend, which is sparsely populated, it is not a simple matter to find enough corpses.

On the desolate snowfield of Zudak, there is a tree with a long history. It is said that it was planted by the leader of the first generation of Drakkari trolls. Its canopy is about the size of a town. The most stubborn old man is unwilling to succumb to the arrangements of fate.

This tree was respected by the trolls as "Shimtoga", the closest place to nature.

At the moment, an important meeting is going on under the shade of Shimtuga. On the ground beyond this tree, endless snowflakes are scattered, like the deepest shadow cast on this land, cold. And it was silent, as if death had come, silently.

"God Loa's voice is missing one more..."

The old troll Goraya was still as weak as before, as if he was about to fall dead in the next moment. He sat on a pine chair with a special incense in front of him, and the gray smell of the incense was floating in the air. Goraya breathed in his nose, and the Buddha was making a special communication with him.

Two sacrificially dressed trolls stood around him, one wearing a green snake-scale robe and the other wearing a gray robe. They were the sacrificial offerings of the Drakkari trolls, but now they are clearly standing in Zandalar. On the sacrificial side, and across from them, was Uther, the leader of the Black Blade Knights, with an indifferent face.

Jinrok the Breaker, the former Zandalari ritual guarded outside Shimtoka, and the power from the Thunder Peak caused his body to undergo a terrifying mutation. This once-thin ritual has now become more than anything else. The barbarians are huge, with blue-purple magic patterns scattered on their bodies. He is stronger than before, but also more irritable. Only Goraya's voice can calm him down.

The God of War Jalak and the invincible Helidon are currently fighting their former kinsmen. The internal problems of the Drakkari trolls are much more serious than the simple natural disaster invasion.

Those priests and betrayers of Dakalai have committed an unforgivable crime in the eyes of the troll-stealing the power of God Loa!

So what Goraya had to face were two enemies, natural disasters and Dakalai, he couldn't cope with it. This is why Uther came.

After a few minutes, the meditating old troll raised his hand and opened his eyes.

"Three months ago, the **** Akali died in a battle to protect the temple of Drakkari, but the betrayer of Drakkala, the blasphemous Galdala, desecrated the body of the mighty Loa **** Akali. Imprisoning Akali's divine power and soul in his body, trying to reach the realm of gods by this, is an unforgivable sin!"

Goraya's gaze swept back, and the Dakalai priest who was seen by his gloomy gaze couldn't help but knelt on the ground.

"And you! Sladeland and Morabi, even though you did not voluntarily drink the blood of the gods, you still committed serious crimes and deserved to be executed! But the situation is bad right now, so I will save your lives for now, if after the war You are not dead yet, I will personally preside over your punishment. You will be suspended on the frozen cliff and endure the torture of the cold wind until the great viper **** Siletus and the fierce mammoth **** are entrusted. Si forgive you so far!"

Hearing this cold voice, Sladran and Morabi breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, which meant that they had temporarily left their lives, but this kind of troll internal affairs, obviously not everyone likes to listen.

"Troll, stop pretending to be gods and tricks, say, where should we go? How many should we kill?"

Uther rubbed the bony hilt of the Demon Sword Apocalypse impatiently, and the breath of death from time to time caused the giant tree Shimtuga to sway, and even angered the **** who was resting under the tree. .. The cheetah **** of trolls, a powerful creature named Hakya.

It raised its head, and the ten adult-sized heads stared at Uther. The blue breath in his eyes was cold and mysterious. This snow-white head was covered with black spots and starlight on the body. The wandering troll **** is obviously in a bad mood. As one of the five beast gods protecting Zul'Dak, it watched its companions be killed by believers or died in the attack of natural disasters, which undoubtedly made this A beast and **** was angered to the extreme.

Now that he smelled the power of death that made it so disgusting, Hakya couldn't help it.

"Well, great Hakya, rest your anger for a while, they are not enemies!"

Goraya stood up tremblingly and bowed respectfully toward the **** of the cheetah. This made Hakya stop preparing to attack. The old troll turned his head and looked at Uther blankly. You,

"Mighty death knight, the same is true for you, your anger is burning in a meaningless direction, we are not your enemies! Remember this!"

Uther did not speak, the old troll breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the outskirts of Shimtoga, and pointed to the tall fortress looming in the wind and snow in the southwest.

"That is the fortress of Dazar Kron, one of the most glorious cities in the history of the Drakkari troll, but right now, it has been occupied by the shameful traitor, Dakuru. The **** has taken refuge in the Lich King. Everything he wants, but he doesn't know, all he can get is defeat!"

Goraya turned his head and looked at Uther.

"Can you bring him defeat?"

The death knight leader grinned, "I can...but what can I get? Troll, death makes us more realistic, and the glory is gone, so I need a reason, although I am happy to give those who take refuge in the witch A lesson from the **** of the Demon King."

Goraya seemed to have considered this situation a long time ago. He rubbed his wrist unhurriedly, and on his arm under his wrist from time to time, a touch of blue and purple lightning runes was on his skin. Fleeting.

Obviously, Jin Rok was not the only one who accepted the reinforcement. It was part of the agreement, and Dick was a person who followed the agreement.

"I know, your greatest wish is to destroy that dark king."

Goraya looked at Uther's ice blue eyes, "The entire Zudak will be your soldier!"

Uther shook his head, "Not enough! I would rather use my own strength to complete my revenge."

Goraya’s eyes closed, and his hands spread out, “This land is so barren. Although Dakalai’s wealth is rich, it’s meaningless to you. The powerful death bones are also taken by the Lich King. Snatch away, so I'm curious, what do you want from this land?"

Uther smiled, his eyes glanced at Hakya who was lying under the tree. The extreme physical power has progressed to the extreme, even if it is not far from the apex of life energy, it is almost for war. The body of the birth, deep in his eyes, flashed a touch of greed.

Malice is gathering and dispersing. The cheetah **** Hakya clearly feels Uther’s malice, but it doesn’t care. Although the death knight is strong, it’s not bad to face this kind of beast **** who is only one step away from the demigod. There is not a threatening opponent that can make Hakoya jealous, only the bone demon sword in Uther's hand.

It barked its teeth at Uther, which was an undisguised...provocation, but Uther took his gaze away the next moment.

His greed completely fell into Goraya’s eyes, and the old troll said in a deep voice,

"You are looking for something very dangerous! Uther! That is something that even Dick would not dare to get involved!"

"I know..."

Uther interrupted Goraya’s dissuasion. He waved his hand and pointed to the northwest. "I know that Loa is your supreme faith. I also know that they have the power to transcend the world. I will naturally not To anger those crazy souls, I want something else!"

The death knight's tongue licked his dry lips, and he lowered his voice.

"One month ago, the undead natural disasters besieged the Altar of Silethus. In order to resist the undead, the Drakkari trolls brutally killed his serpent **** Silethus and distributed its power to many warriors. This is a sad thing, but I know that the body of Silitus was put away by you...I want that body!"

"It will become the sharpest weapon to destroy the undead in my hands, but it will be worthless in your hands. Those **** trolls also killed the mighty Akali, don't they? The body of the rhino **** This is the best, but it’s gone, so..."

Uther glanced at Goraya, and said in an unusually firm tone, "I only want it! The body of Silitus."

"Tsk tut..."

Goraya chuckled unexplainably while looking at Uther.

"You really are a greedy bastard... but you are right. Once the beast gods are killed, their souls will belong to Loa's group. It is really not much use for us to keep the corpse, and the Wind Serpent The **** Quesruen was also secretly calculated by her prophet... but there are only bones left, so you shouldn't dislike it."

Uther raised his brow. He didn't believe that the troll in front of him would do a good thing to buy one get one free, so he asked directly,

"So... what's the price?"

Goraya waved his hand, "We are friends, aren't we? I would love to give you the bone, but the bone of Quethruen was hidden by her prophet, and he was hiding in the Altar of Quethruen. , He thought we couldn't find him, so stupid!"

Uther waved the blood-red cloak behind him, and the snowflakes on the ground flew in the air with this wave, "Let your people take me there, I will help you get rid of those guys, and then Dazar Clone The fortress belongs to us, and the rest is your own business."

There was a smile in Goraya's eyes.

"Of course, the deal! You will be the new friend of the Drakkari troll, I have no doubt about this! By the way, the three natural disaster floating cities..."

"That will be the spoils of the Ebon Blade, the bridgehead against the Lich King, so...don't be scornful!"