Azeroth Shadow of the Moon Chapter 36

The road leading to Xin Aisalie was tightly blocked by the demon army, and even the air was tightly guarded by flying demons such as evil bats.

Andrea had to turn south first, bypassing the key defense area of ​​the Burning Legion, and slipping quietly through the capital's defense circle from the relatively weak southeast.

In the ancient forest where the golden eagle flew south at high speed, four Nathrezim with bat wings gathered together, silently raised their heads and watched the strange bird of prey go away.

"Hmph~ These guys finally started to act, everything is under the control of Tichondrius."

"A sycophant! I really hope that our 'respected' leader will miss again, otherwise we won't have a chance to rise to the top."

"I advise you not to pin your hopes on the leader's mistakes, and take care of yourself. It's time for us to get down to business."

"Cut it off, go south, target, Zuldazar."

The mountains of Zuldazar, the sacred place of the troll clan.

There are many primitive gods called loa by the trolls, and the capital Dazar'alor has the most complete cultural and historical heritage of the trolls.

Technically, all trolls originated in Zuldazar.

But not all troll tribes can tolerate the boring life near the holy mountain, and as the population grows, the load on this troll birthplace is getting heavier and heavier.

The Zandalari trolls pursue a dualistic rule. The **** king and the prophet have almost equal status and rights, but they are in different domains.

The role of the God King is no different from that of the king of the human kingdom. He is mainly responsible for managing the material life of the Zandalari people. He is a typical ruler of kingship.

The prophet needs to assume the responsibility of communicating with the loa gods. In simple terms, he is the administrator of theocracy.

In order to protect the interests of the core Zandalari trolls, the Zandalari God King at that time allowed other troll tribes who challenged Zandalari's authority all day long to move away from the holy mountain of Zandazar.

The God King promised them that all the conquered territories would be managed by the tribes themselves, as long as Zandalar was still respected as the suzerain in name.

Since then, the most powerful Gurubashi, Amani, and Drakalai tribes have left for the Quartet to establish their own empires.

After the Amani tribe left the holy mountain, they went all the way to the northeast and established their capital Zul'Aman in a deep forest. Since then, they have been called forest trolls.

The Drakalai tribe went north all the way to Northrend, where the climate was cold, and established the capital Gudak in the snow and ice.

Because of the influence of the environment, they gradually began to call themselves frost trolls.

The Gurubashi tribe with the largest number of troops divided into two places, and established two cities in the southeast and southwest jungles of ancient Kalimdor, named Zul'Gurub and Zul'Farrak, and they also renamed themselves the jungle troll.

Although the three strongest subordinate tribes were lost, the sinister atmosphere created by the mixed tribes around the holy mountain was restored to calm.

However, not all trolls are willing to be exiled from the holy mountain. An ambitious man named Zandu in Gurubashi was very dissatisfied with this encounter.

Under the guidance of a strange dagger he got by accident, he inadvertently awakened an ancient terrifying existence, which directly led to a fierce collision between the trolls who ruled the world at that time and another huge empire with a large population.

Although it ended with the victory of the Troll Empire, they undoubtedly paid a huge price in this tragic war.

The dark trolls, the predecessor of the night elves, were only a small tribe at first, and gradually developed after the big tribes such as the Zandalari, Gurubashi, Amani, and Drakalai fell into a period of weakness due to tragic wars.

These non-mainstream trolls who live under Mount Hyjal and are used to night and day, under the influence of the arcane energy of the Well of Eternity, they have transformed into a brand new race - the night elves.

The night elves, who have high intelligence and beautiful appearance, never admit that they have a relationship with the dirty and ugly trolls, and the two sides even had a large-scale war because of territorial issues.

Since then, the trolls who lost the war could only hide in their own one-acre three-point land, harboring hatred for the night elves, expecting the decline of this huge empire that is too powerful to resist one day in the future.

And now, they finally waited.

When Queen Azshara summoned demons through the Well of Eternity, Zulanz, the contemporary prophet living on the top of Zuldazar's mountains, immediately had a sense.

After discussing with God King Yajin, Zulanzi decided to let the Zandalari trolls wait and see what happened.

Once the night elves show signs of decline, they will take the initiative to take the initiative without mercy, and regain the glory humiliated by Azshara from the night elves.

The Highborne, the hub of the Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth, have little interest in the Night Empire's vanquished foes.

As long as the portal can be expanded enough to allow the fallen titan Sargeras to gather energy to enter, all resistance on this planet will be meaningless... At least Archimonde thinks so.

But the Nathrezim, loyal to Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, see it differently, being cautious and intriguing by nature, they like to focus on the details.

After learning about Jarod's special envoy to Pandaria through the succubus scouts, the Dreadlords decided to kill the team and cut off the rebels' hope of asking for help.

"shut up!"

In Dazar'alor Palace, the capital of Zandalari, God King Yajin held a golden scimitar flashing with cold light, suddenly violently jumped up and slashed ferociously at the troll who seemed to be bowing his head respectfully.

Unlike the straight backs of the Zandalari trolls, this green-skinned troll, who claims to be from the Gurubashi, is hunched over.

But his movements were very flexible. Facing the enraged Yakin, the Gurubashi troll leaped back nimbly, dodging the opponent's unexpected attack.

Yajin didn't care much if he missed a hit. He pointed the scimitar in his hand at the hunchbacked troll and shouted angrily, "I don't care if you are a real Gurubashi troll or not, get out of the holy Dazar'alor immediately!"

Holding a gorgeous golden staff, an old troll in UU Reading www.uukanshu.com wearing golden armor also came out from behind Yajin.

He stared sharply at the troll who was still showing flattery and asked, "Stop your clumsy performance, the warlike Gurubashi will never say such nonsense about cooperating with demons."

"Boom!"

Prophet Zulandz put the golden staff on the ground heavily, and stared at the "Gurubashi" troll opposite him with an unkind expression.

"Devil, show your true body! You want to use this method of sowing discord to make us your cannon fodder, you underestimate the Zandalari troll!"

The golden ripples spread outwards along Zulanzi's staff that smashed to the ground, and when passing the "Gurubash" troll, his illusion camouflage was completely dissipated under the action of a strange force, revealing a surprised face inside. Dreadlord.

"Clang!"

The guards of the **** king at the scene drew out their swords and shields and surrounded the fearful demon king who showed his true form. They would rush forward and chop the daring demon into pieces as soon as the order from the prophet and the **** king was given.

"huh~"

The dreadlord looked contemptuously at the surrounding guards, and looked at the two rulers of Zandalar playfully.

"As expected of the trolls who once ruled Azeroth, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. I really underestimated you."

"So…"

The dreaded demon king bowed down pretending to be elegant, "Please allow me to introduce myself again."

"My name is Varimathras, of the Nathrezim clan."

A treacherous gleam flashed in Varimathras' eyes, and he persuaded Yakin and Zulands in a peaceful tone.

"Zandalari trolls, regardless of my status, a single night elf team is in front of you. Don't you want to take revenge on the proud night elves?"

Chapter end