As a hegemonic clan that has reached the top, the Gurubashi will never give up its status as suzerain to others. Even if it has to pay a huge price, Mandokir intends to give it a try.
Since the blood god Hakkar has not yet resurrected, Mandokir during this period has not yet been given the title of Blood Lord.
As the chief of the Gurubashi clan, Mandokir is brave and good at fighting, and he cooperates with the sorcerer Jindu in both civil and military affairs.
Unfortunately, today's Gurubashi clan cannot be saved by just one or two heroes with outstanding combat capabilities.
Gurubashi's incompetence was already exposed when he was easily humiliated by the young Medivh, Lion Wrynn and Anduin Lothar.
It was precisely because of Gurubashi's humiliating experience of being played by three brats that large and powerful clans such as Xueding and Kushou, which had been dormant in developing their power, started to think about it.
Prince General Xiang Ning has the guts to do it. Even if you, the Gurubashi, are in such a bad state, you can still be the leader of the clan. Why can't we?
From that time on, Gurubashi's aura as the master was no longer dazzling, and Stranglethorn Valley officially entered the era of competition among heroes.
After years of fierce internal fighting, the only remaining large jungle troll clans left today are the Skulls and the Bloodcaps.
Other small and medium-sized clans were severely affected by the civil war. Ambitious clans were either actively or passively involved in the war and perished. Clans that did not want to participate in the dispute fled to the relatively peaceful Cape of Stranglethorn Valley to live in seclusion and no longer interfered with the civil war.
At first, these small and medium-sized clans who fled their hometown thought that this war would gradually subside in a year or two. Unexpectedly, this war lasted for more than ten years, spanning the first and second Orc Wars, and it still continues today. not end yet.
Seeing that the homeland that the jungle trolls had relied on for tens of thousands of years was being beaten into more and more ruins, the reclusive clan that originally did not want to get involved in the war became more and more fed up with the three big clans that were still fighting endlessly without any awareness.
Although they are determined to end the war, these small and medium-sized clans do not have enough strength on their own, and rushing to join them is like trying to do something for them.
The Darkspear clan rose up at exactly this point in time, winning the unanimous approval of a large number of clan chiefs who did not want to see the war continue.
As for who will finally sit in the position of the clan leader, these clans who fled the war at the beginning don't care... at least for the time being.
Right now they just want to see the war end as soon as possible and let peace return to the beautiful Stranglethorn Valley rainforest.
According to the long-term plan formulated by Senjin, the Darkspear clan will temporarily stand still and stick like nails in the northern part of Stranglethorn Vale, continuing to exert pressure on the three major clans.
The hatred caused by the years of war between the Skull, the Bloodscalp and the Gurubashi will never be eliminated. As long as you wait for the opportunity, sooner or later they will fight again.
At that time, Senjin will lead the Darkspear clan, who are waiting for work, to find the right time to enter the battlefield and strive to determine the outcome in one battle.
However, at this time, a visitor who claimed to be from Zandalar told Sen'jin a shocking secret.
Although it has not been completely confirmed, judging from the information that Dark Spear should have returned from Zul'Gurub during this period, there is a 70% chance that the information the Zandalar told them was true.
Senjin once studied in Zandalar, the most civilized and developed troll country, and his vision is not comparable to that of the indigenous compatriots who have been trapped in Stranglethorn Vale all year round.
Hakkar the Soul Reaver is an evil god who is also famous in the holy mountain Zuldazar. Once he comes to the material world again, more variables will be added to this civil war that is already coming to an end.
Recently, Senjin has been worrying about whether he should tell the Skull and Bloodcrest clans about what the Gurubashi did to consolidate power.
"Um……"
After understanding the whole story, Sarlayan lowered his head and fell into deep thought. After a while, he raised his head again and said to Vol'jin: "I agree with Sen'jin. Hakkar cannot be allowed to return to Azeroth."
"Even if we fail to stop Jindu's crazy behavior in time, we must at least seal him again before Haka regains his strength, or... kill him directly."
The Loa are the wild spirits of Azeroth, and their existence is essentially no different from the wild demigods.
To use a barrage metaphor, Loa and the Wild Demigods are nothing more than temporary workers and regular workers in the eyes of the Titan Guardians.
Trolls have a very pragmatic understanding of Loa. They worship Loa and ask for Loa's protection, but most trolls do not blindly believe in Loa.
When necessary, some trolls will even sacrifice the loa they worship, drinking poison to quench their thirst in a short period of time and gain the powerful power derived from the loa.
But the price of doing so is also very heavy. Once the sacrificed Loa escapes from the shackles, crazy revenge will inevitably follow, and the clan's impression among the Loa community will also fall to the lowest point.
Yes, I’m talking about you, Amani.
In the culture of trolls, Loa is not invincible. As long as you are willing to pay a sufficient price, the "god" Loa will also kill you.
When Sarlayan mentioned that he wanted to seal or even kill Hakkar, Vol'jin didn't look very surprised, because his father Sen'jin also planned to do so.
Sarlayan: "Due to geographical distance and other objective reasons, Quel'Thalas cannot send reinforcements to you. The task of preventing the rise of Hakkar can only be completed by you yourself."
"All I can do is inform Booty Bay in advance and let the Blackwater Pirates provide you with sufficient logistics supplies, and..."
Sarlayan patted Vol'jin's arm heavily: "In the final battle, I will participate in the battle in my personal capacity to help you defeat Hakkar."
"When you advance to Zul'Gurub, remember to ask the Blackwater Pirates to send a message to Quel'Thalas. I will rush over as soon as I receive the contact."
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As a foreigner, it is not convenient for Sarlayan to directly intervene in the power struggle among the jungle trolls. That would cause Sen'jin a lot of trouble.
Once Hakkar the Soultaker appears, he will become a crisis that all creatures in Azeroth need to face.
When Sarlayan participates in the war as a personal defender of Azeroth, he will be able to minimize the doubts that Sen'jin may face after the war.
In order to temporarily put aside the relationship, Sarlayan once again rejected Vol'jin's invitation.
After waving a carefree farewell to Wo'jin, Sarlayan left with his three confidantes and walked leisurely along the road to Booty Bay.
At the same time, Sunderland, who was flying at an astonishing speed, had returned to the Searing Gorge and unknowingly threw Bartos into the upper gate of the Black Rock Tower.
After that, he rushed into Shadowforge City, met up with his followers who were waiting for him in the city, and prepared to start migrating across the sea to Uldum.
Recently, under the strict requirements of the black dragon, the Blackstone orcs, who are still very weak, have to endure the discomfort and increase their patrol intensity.
Not long after Bartos was put down, the Blackstone Orcs who happened to be patrolling here discovered this strange elf.
The orcs had never seen a night elf before, and were not sure what this unconscious guy was.
Fortunately, a team of dragonmen who went out to search happened to return and found the Blackstone Orc patrol gathering together to discuss something.
When the leader of the dragon team stepped forward and tried to scold these slackers to continue working, he immediately saw and recognized Bartos lying on the ground.
After a moment of confusion, the unconscious Bartosz was carried back to the Black Wing Lair.
Nefarian, who had just emerged from the Black Wing Blood Circle not long ago, inspected it personally and told all the black dragons present about Bartosz's situation.
Knowing that the mentally damaged Bartosz would wake up in about a month, the black dragons finally breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was even greater humiliation and uneasiness.
There is no doubt about Bartosz's strength. Even if Nefarian takes action in person, it will take a lot of effort to defeat him, let alone knock him out and capture him alive.
Since following Deathwing and deserting Wyrmrest Temple, the rebellious black dragons have been hunted by the four-colored dragons all year round, and the number of the group has continued to decrease.
Suddenly learning that Bartosz had been kidnapped, after the initial anger subsided, the black dragons who gradually calmed down mostly pointed their suspicions at the four-color giant dragon, without even thinking about mortals.
After all, in their opinion, only the dragon can defeat the dragon.
Nefarian, who knew all the inside story, remained silent about this, and had no intention of telling these idiots who started to curse him what he knew.
'Mind control? This technique... can vaguely see the shadow of Onyxia. '
Nefarian thoughtfully examined Bartosz, who was still unconscious after being transformed back into his original form.
'How did that girl break through Bartos' mental defense? With her shadow magic skills, she shouldn't be able to do this. '
'And this aura of the ancient god is so familiar that it's nauseating...'
Nefarian's eyes became deep: "No, it shouldn't be. The partner she chose has a clear stance of hostility to the ancient gods. It is impossible for her to get involved in the power of the ancient gods. So... it is with the help of someone." An external force? '
Nefarian rubbed his chin with interest: 'Is it a prop that can summon the power of the ancient gods? Maybe... it can be used? '
