Sylvanas Anjing for a moment, then looked at the two people across the table and suddenly chuckled softly:
"What do I care about the Blood Elves ' Mana Addiction?"
"What did you say?" Saurfang stood up angrily, his ferocious face contorted with rage, and Power of the Holy Light condensed on his fists.
Zul'jin's expression was stern. "Sylvanas Windrunner, Ranger-General of Silvermoon City, have you forgotten your own people?"
Sylvanas laughed self-deprecatingly, "I was once the Dark Lady of Undercity, a filthy Undead despised by my people. Did they ever care about my thoughts? My people, my sisters, all considered me a disgrace. Having been eaten by Thrall, I am no longer the elegant High Elf I once was. I hate their ruthlessness."
Saurfang was somewhat discouraged, so he tore off another piece of Garrosh's flesh and chewed it heartily.
Zul'jin shook his head in frustration. "Then there's no point in talking about it."
Sylvanas stared at him. "You know me, Zul'jin. We're old rivals. If you want to pass through the Holy Light's Gate in Theramore, you'll have to offer something that tempts me."
Saurfang smashed Garrosh's skull with a punch, then kicked over the table, roaring furiously:
"This unreasonable woman will pay the price for her arrogance. Let's go, Zul'jin."
Zul'jin thought it necessary to continue the talks and test Sylvanas's limits, but Saurfang overturned the table, interrupting his plan, and he could only leave helplessly.
That night, Saurfang and Zul'jin stayed at an inn in Orgrimmar.
It was late at night when Sylvanas, instead of resting, received a visitor dressed in black.
Sylvanas, who was prepared, laughed and said, "I thought it was Zul'jin coming, but it's you, Saurfang, the King of Ambush."
Saurfang removed the black cloth from his face, chuckled, and said, "The Zul'Aman Trolls are just a bunch of fools. When it comes to cunning and treachery, they are far inferior to us Orcs."
Sylvanas laughed and said, "So what can you bring me?"
Saurfang asked, "Aren't you surprised that Imperator Mar'gok and Durotan have decided to move to Azeroth?"
Sylvanas whispered, "I've received some intelligence. After the death of Light-Hunter Kuber, Holy Light has been continuously flowing into Draenor World. The entire Nagrand has become an ocean of Holy Light, and creatures that absorb Holy Light become incredibly powerful. I've heard that some Clefthoof are larger than small mountains."
Saurfang sighed:
"Things are far more serious than you realize. The Holy Light entered Draenor through the Pyramid of Oshu'gun. Antonidas believed that an excessive amount of Holy Light would bring disaster to Draenor and suggested blowing up the pyramid. Imperator Mar'gok, greedy for the energy of the Holy Light, refused to agree. He wanted to possess the endless Holy Light for himself, but Ogre, ogres are not Naaru. The Holy Light gradually got out of control, and the flora and fauna of Nagrand have all changed because of Holy Light. But that's not the worst part."
Taking a deep breath, Saurfang said with lingering fear:
"The Holy Light brought not only energy, but also wisdom. The creatures of Nagrand gradually gained sentience. Ancient trees that had grown for thousands of years became Treant, and the Talbuk, Clefthoof, and freshwater beasts learned language and writing, and could even use simple Holy Light magic. Especially the Gronn and Cyclops, they even knew to build walls and cities to protect themselves, and they even chose King. Unfortunately, it was too late for them to realize all this; the pyramid had absorbed too much Holy Light and become indestructible."
Sylvanas sneered, "A bunch of arrogant fools who thought they could fool the Army of the Light, but they've brought disaster upon themselves. Saurfang, what do you need my help with?"
"I'm going to kill Zul'jin," Saurfang said sinisterly.
Sylvanas was not surprised and asked, "The reason?"
"The reason is simple," Saurfang said, licking his lips. "Zul'jin has reunited the Zul'Aman Trolls, and I have nothing."
"Looks like he's bullied you quite a bit," Sylvanas pointed out incisively. "What price are you willing to pay?"
Saurfang was prepared. "The Ogres of Highmaul have been researching the Holy Light. Although they can't control the endless flow of Holy Light, they have made some encouraging results. I obtained a copy by chance. I wonder if you would be interested?"
Knowledge and power are always the most tempting things. Although Sylvanas was reborn with the help of the Holy Light and mastered some Holy Light magic, her understanding of the Holy Light has always been her weakness.
"A perfect deal."
Saurfang tossed her a Magic Gem, Sylvanas examined closely. Inside, she found an analysis of the principles of Holy Light magic, and nodded in approval.
"Orgrimmar, is where Zul'jin is buried."
Zul'jin awoke from a terrifying nightmare, a kind of innate intuition that had saved his life many times.
"Could it be Sylvanas? She keeps saying she doesn't care about the Blood Elves, but she still remembers the deep-seated hatred from the past."
Since the High Elves settled in Silvermoon City, their conflict with the Zul'Aman Trolls has never ceased, and the two sides have a blood feud spanning thousands of years.
Zul'jin took out a palm-sized voodoo doll, carefully gathered Holy Light, and poured it into the doll's body. The doll grew larger and larger until it looked exactly like Zul'jin.
Zul'jin handed over his clothes and personal belongings to the doll, then transformed into a mouse and carefully hid on a nearby rooftop.
Zul'jin's transformation is not Druid ability, but rather a divine power gained through prayer to the Loa. Many Loa have fallen in the Zul'Aman Empire, but one god, the Rat God Jerry, has always been well hidden from outsiders. Although he has few followers, he is the most deeply hidden Loa.
At night, a large number of elite Centaurs surrounded Zul'jin's residence, conjuring countless Holy Light spears that rained down into the house.
The terrifying Holy Light instantly destroyed the wooden house. In the dazzling Holy Light, a giant golden Juxiong covered in javelins leaped out and pounced on the nearest Centaur.
Zul'jin, now transformed into a rat, felt a pang of heartache. This voodoo doll was incredibly valuable, capable of unleashing most of his skills, and was indistinguishable from the real thing.
"Sylvanas, you treacherous villain, come out and face me!" The giant Juxiong puppet roared angrily, raising its paw to kill dozens of Centaurs, and was about to successfully break through the encirclement.
Sylvanas stood atop the tower, looking down from above, and drew her bow to shoot an arrow.
The arrow formed from Holy Light struck the Juxiong squarely between the eyebrows, instantly extinguishing Juxiong aura and forcing it to revert to its human form.
A bright light shone behind the doll; although it had received the Holy Light, Saurfang's signature abilities remained intact.
"I apologize for that dishonorable blow," Saurfang said smugly, laughing heartily.
The doll-like Zul'jin was split in two and collapsed in resentment.
"That damned Saurfang! How dare you assassinate a colleague! When I get back and see His Imperator Mar'gok, I'll give you a piece of my mind. You're dead."
Zul'jin, disguised as a rat, scurried into a rat hole and successfully escaped Orgrimmar through the intricate network of tunnels.
Zul'jin regained his human form and was about to determine his direction when a Black-Robed Man appeared before him.
"You are Zul'jin, the leader of the Zul'Aman Empire?"