Zul'Aman, the Ghostlands.
Since the death of Warchief Zul'jin, the ancient Amani Empire has finally entered its twilight years, and the defeated tribesmen have fled into the deep mountains to escape the slaughter of the Blood Elves.
Fortunately, after the Blood Elves joined the Horde, they also faced a turbulent period with constant warfare, leaving no time to eliminate these Trolls.
Later, Orgrimmar fell, the Horde was destroyed, and the Blood Elves, clinging to a corner of the land, were left to fend for themselves and feared retaliation from the Alliance. This gave the Amani Tribe a chance to regroup.
A small number of Trolls live in the ruins of Zul'Aman. They are fanatical followers of Warchief Zul'jin, who firmly believe that Zul'jin is immortal and will one day return from the dead to continue leading the Amani Tribe in battle.
On this day, the ruins welcomed unexpected visitors: a group of Orcs bathed in Holy Light.
"I bring you a letter from your Warchief Zul'jin," a tall Orcs shouted.
The Trolls hid behind rocks, in the dense trees, and in dark corners, staring intently at the visitors; none dared to step forward.
The tall Orcs had no choice but to place the letter on a large rock and slowly back away.
Only when the Lightforging Orcs retreated to the gates of Zul'Aman did Troll emerge, carefully pick up the letter from the stone, check that it was in order, and hand it to an old Troll.
The old Troll, whose head was covered in bright feathers, was one of the few priests of the Amani Tribe. He opened the letter with his claw-like fingers, glanced at it, and immediately revealed a look of ecstatic joy.
"Warchief Zul'jin, he has returned. There's no mistake, this is a letter written by him personally. We are about to be saved."
The old priest recognized Zul'jin's handwriting. The letter also mentioned a secret known only to a few priests. Everyone eagerly read the letter and finally confirmed that the great Zul'jin had returned.
The Amani Trolls were moved to tears. Zul'jin was so revered and great in their hearts that without Zul'jin leadership, the Amani Trolls would lose their meaning.
"Warchief Zul'jin told us that the Age of Holy Light had arrived, and commanded us to go to the Light's Hope Chapel to receive the baptism of the Holy Light and fight for Holy Light."
No Amani Trolls dared to doubt Zul'jin's orders. The news spread from the ruins of Zul'Aman, and soon even the Trolls hiding in the deep mountains knew of it.
"The great Tirion Fordring answered the call of the Holy Light, relinquished his freedom, and became the Flesh-Eternal to provide us with sustenance. From this day forward, the Amani Trolls will no longer suffer hunger."
Having lost their homeland and suffering from hunger and cold, the Amani Trolls were overjoyed upon hearing the news, and thus the first group of Amani Trolls entered the Plaguelands.
As promised in the letter, they accepted the Holy Light and transformed into Lightforged Trolls.
This gave the Amani Trolls, who had been observing, confidence, and they began to flock to the Light's Hope Chapel.
With the addition of the Amani Trolls, Aman'Thul's forces expanded once again.
The Argent Crusade built a dock behind Stratholme and began constructing ships.
"Our target is Kalimdor, the Lightforging Tauren led by Velen," Aman'Thul said to Baron Thalassos.
The baron secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the target were the Eastern Kingdoms and war were to break out against the Alliance, the baron would surely be torn and unable to make a decision.
"The number of Tauren is far less than ours," the baron said confidently.
This reminded Aman'Thul, who hesitated for a moment before asking, "Based on your understanding of Velen, how do you think he will respond?"
The baron thought for a moment and replied, "Velen's cowardice is proportional to his age; he'll probably run away."
Aman'Thul muttered to himself, "We must not let Velen escape."
Thunder Bluff, Velen is packing his things.
Magatha the Wildtotem received the news and rushed over to dissuade him:
"Velen, what are you doing? Are you abandoning Thunder Bluff? Abandoning your faith in the Holy Light?"
Velen declared emphatically, "Everything I have done has been guided by the Holy Light."
Magatha asked in surprise, "Did the Holy Light allow you to escape?"
Velen shook his head. "The Holy Light did not allow me to remain in Thunder Bluff. A terrible enemy has entered Azeroth; they have gathered at Light's Hope Chapel, and we are no match for them."
Magatha frowned and said, "Velen, you must trust our strength. Tauren have never feared any enemy."
Velen scoffed, "Don't forget, Tauren are just food for Orcs. You grovel before the Orcs, while we're facing the Lightforging Orcs."
Magatha said firmly, "Times have changed, Velen. We no longer fear the Orcs. Have you forgotten who conquered Orgrimmar?"
The two argued loudly, their voices carrying outside the tent. No matter how Magatha tried to persuade him, Velen insisted on leaving Thunder Bluff.
Three guests arrived at Thunder Bluff and hid outside the tent, listening to the two arguing.
Garrosh asked, puzzled, "Why are you asking us to Velen's side? What right does an Imp have to receive our help?"
Sylvanas replied:
"Don't you understand? This is to ensure a balance of power between the two sides. With the arrival of the Age of Holy Light, all races of Azeroth will be drawn into it; no one will be spared."
Jaina whispered, "Remember our mission: we absolutely cannot let Velen give up. Even if he tries to escape, we must hold him down."
Garrosh strode into the tent, and Velen and Magatha stopped arguing and looked at the newcomer at the same time.
Upon seeing Garrosh, Magatha immediately prepared for battle.
"Relax, I'm not the enemy." Garrosh grinned. "I have converted to the Holy Light, and Lord Durotan sent me to assist Velen."
Velen nodded, and Magatha finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, Jaina entered the tent and called out, "Velen, are you ready?"
"Prepare what?" Velen asked, puzzled.
Jaina laughed, "Let's conquer the Centaurs and Quilboars together. The enemy is coming; we need more soldiers."
Velen was about to retort when Sylvanas said:
"Velen, you are a great sage. We all need your guidance. Lord Durotan has instructed that anyone who dares to escape should be killed."
Velen gave an awkward laugh, "I'm ready, for the Holy Light, and for Lord Durotan."
Led by Velen, the Lightforging Tauren launched a full-scale attack, targeting the Quilboars of the Barrens and the Centaurs of the Desolace.
This time, it wasn't about persuasion, but direct coercion. Whether they wanted to or not, the Quilboar and Centaurs had to accept the Holy Light.
As the saying goes, it is easy to find a thousand soldiers but hard to find a good general. Under the leadership of Garrosh, Jaina, Sylvanas, the Lightforging Tauren quickly conquered the other two races, and the Holy Light's influence in Kalimdor expanded further, with the addition of Lightforging Centaurs and Lightforging Quilboar.
Jaina cautiously stated, "Compared to the Eastern Kingdoms, we lack one thing."
"What is it?" Velen asked.
Jaina looked towards Orgrimmar:
"The Eastern Kingdoms have the Flesh-Eternal, who has become Tirion Fordring, and we need their Flesh-Eternal supply of food. Velen, would you like to come with us to Orgrimmar?"