Zul'jin stared warily at the Black-Robed Man before him, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
The Black-Robed Man countered, "I find it strange that you are so highly respected among the Zul'Aman Trolls, even after you've been gone for many years, the people are still willing to serve you as their master."
Zul'jin declared arrogantly, "Because of my noble birth, and because I have led the Zul'Aman Trolls in countless rebellions against foreign enemies, I am a great hero and a great warrior among the Zul'Aman Trolls."
The Black-Robed Man sneered, "I hate lies. It seems I have to teach you a lesson so you'll realize the situation you're in."
Bang!
Zul'jin has been transformed into a gray rat, completely different from the power granted to him by the Rat God Jerry. At this moment, Zul'jin has lost all his strength and is truly a weak and helpless rat.
"How did you do that?" Zul'jin squeaked.
The Black-Robed Man threatened, "If you don't want to be a rat forever, you'd better tell me the truth."
A Black Cat suddenly appeared, its golden eyes fixed on Zul'jin. His rat instincts terrified him, and he pleaded in a tearful voice:
"Don't come any closer, I'll tell you everything, help me chase this stray cat away."
The Black-Robed Man waved his hand, and the Black Cat ran a short distance, still unwilling to give up, staring at Zul'jin from afar.
"Let's start with your origins. I'm very curious how you became the leader of the Zul'Aman Trolls!"
Gazing at the wildcat in the distance, Zul'jin trembled and answered honestly:
"Actually, my original name wasn't Zul'jin. My original Ethan, an ordinary soldier who deserted during a battle with the High Elves. I was supposed to be executed, but to save my life, I lied and said I was a doctor."
The Black-Robed Man asked curiously, "You know medicine?"
Zul'jin shook his head and smiled wryly:
"The Witch Doctors among the Trolls held a high status, serving only the noble class. The poor, if injured or sick, could only rely on the lowest-ranking herbalists. However, learning Alchemy required talent, and most recipes were useless or poisonous, making it extremely difficult to sift out useful ones. Even herbalists were very scarce. Fortunately, I was lucky; they believed me, and so I was released."
"After that, I served as a herbalist in the army. Although I didn't know any medical skills, I just put herbs in a pot and stewed them randomly. But somehow, I was able to cure some people. I was captured by the High Elves many times, but because of my identity as a herbalist, I was treated well, either escaping or returning to my people through prisoner exchange."
"Later, Silvermoon City signed a peace treaty with Zul'Aman, gaining a brief period of peace. I continued to treat my people as a herbalist. To gain more attention, I lied and claimed that I had been favored by a Loa. More and more people came to see me, so I saved up some money and got married."
The Black-Robed Man laughed, "So you're just a liar."
Zul'jin shrank back. "There are many swindlers like me. The most skilled ones can even deceive the King. I am just the most insignificant little swindler among them. Until one of the King's wives fell ill with a strange disease and summoned all the doctors in the country who were favored by the Loa, I knew my own abilities, so I abandoned my wife and children and fled in the middle of the night."
"I accidentally stumbled upon a ruin in the wilderness, where a severely wounded and dying Loa resided. He originally intended to devour me. I pleaded with him and promised to help collect souls, and the Loa believed me. So I went around proclaiming that there was a Loa in the ruin who could cure all diseases, and I actually fooled quite a few people."
The Black-Robed Man said with a grim face, "So you betrayed your own people?"
Zul'jin said nonchalantly, "It's nothing. Trolls are just food raised by the Loa. That Loa is quite capable; he can heal people's diseases. We made a rule: eat nine, heal one. The nine that die can't speak, and the one that recovers can help us bring more patients."
"I served that Loa for ten years, and after devouring tens of thousands of souls, I finally regained my strength. Later, I defeated several more Loa, and with their help, I successfully replaced the King, changed my Zul'jin, and became the leader of the Zul'Aman Trolls. After that, I devoted myself to serving the Loa. As for those Zul'Aman Trolls, they were nothing but a bunch of lowly beasts."
The Black-Robed Man thought for a moment and asked, "That Loa is Rat God Jerry, isn't he?"
Zul'jin nodded. "Rat God Jerry was injured by Halazzi, Spirit of the Lynx. If he hadn't met me, he would have perished long ago."
The Black-Robed Man was deeply inspired. "You won the support of the ordinary Trolls by currying favor with the Loa, and they trust you implicitly. If you were given another chance to start over, could you still achieve your current status?"
Zul'jin quickly shook his head. "I can't do it. I got to where I am today mostly because of luck. Rat God Jerry ate all the strays before I arrived. There are many people who are better at talking than me. It was purely by chance that I was able to persuade the Rat God."
The Black-Robed Man pondered for a long time, "What if you had a Loa supporting you from the very beginning?"
Zul'jin hesitated for a moment, then replied, "With the support of Loa, I guarantee we will succeed."
The Black-Robed Man smiled with satisfaction:
"The Trolls have the support of the Loa, and the Pandaren have the August Celestials. Jaina and Garrosh are such useless trash, they've disappointed me greatly. Zul'jin, I hope you succeed."
Zul'jin asked nervously, "What... what do you want me to do?"
"Do what you have done before. Replicate your success with the Zul'Aman Trolls among the Pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Make the Pandaren fight as bravely as the Zul'Aman Trolls. The August Celestials are with you. You only need to murmur their names to receive divine support, and you can also command them to appear directly."
Without giving Zul'jin a chance to refuse, the Black-Robed Man grabbed Zul'jin and, in a flash, appeared above the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
"Zul'jin, from today onwards you will be Pandaren. Don't try to escape; you can't escape the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Death won't help; you will be resurrected as Pandaren countless times."
Zul'jin, who had been transformed into a rat, fell from a great height. Everything went black, and when he awoke, he had become a Pandaren.
Zul'jin is in a slightly better position than Jaina and Garrosh. He is a herbalist, classified as a craftsman, and is second-best among the Pandaren the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
The Pandaren are skilled cooks, but their knowledge of Alchemy is far from sufficient. Zul'jin glanced at the medical books on the table and found that they were about the same level as the Zul'Aman Trolls.
"So, I'm going to repeat my old scamming methods?"
Zul'jin, accustomed to a life of high status, found it difficult to adjust to returning to his former life.
"Hello, is the doctor there?" Just as dawn broke, a foreman brought a woman to seek medical help.
"This woman is acting strangely, I can't understand what she's saying. I'm afraid she might be sick and Corruption the other ingredients. Doctor, please take a look."
Zul'jin stared intently and noticed that the woman's eyes were bright and piercing, unlike those of a madwoman. Listening carefully to her rambling, he realized that it was all profound magical knowledge.
"Could she be Jaina?" Zul'jin muttered to himself.