Vol'jin looked at Griftah with interest and asked, "So, which Loa do you worship?"
The Loa are of vital importance to the Troll.
Even if Griftah was a fraud, he wouldn't dare lie about his faith.
The Troll race has many branches, and even someone as learned as Vol'jin couldn't understand the intricate history of the Troll, or how many branches it actually formed.
However, the Zandalari Empire's beliefs were preserved quite well, Griftah couldn't exploit them.
"Rezan, the God of the Devilsaur!"
Griftah replied coldly.
Vol'jin was greatly surprised: Loa of Kings Rezan, the guardian deity of the Zandalar royal family.
This means that Griftah has royal blood.
Seeing Vol'jin, Griftah was surprised and suspicious. He took out some small items from his pocket.
Teeth of an unknown creature, charred bones, a red eyeball in a small bottle, a small packet of mysterious powder, and a scale from Devilsaur.
Griftah Proficiency arranged the trinkets together, Vol'jin quickly realized that it was some kind of ancient ritual.
Suddenly, the roar of the Devilsaur rang out, like a thunderclap.
Cairne Bloodhoof was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and it took him a long time to get up.
"Now you believe me, right?" Griftah's expression was somewhat reluctant.
Griftah had the blood of the Zandalar royal family flowing through his veins, Vol'jin was immediately filled with awe.
"How should I address you?" Vol'jin asked respectfully.
"Call me whatever you want, I'm just an ordinary adventurer." Griftah looked somewhat disappointed, as if unwilling to mention his background.
Griftah had a story, Vol'jin sensed something amiss, his expression growing even more respectful.
"Skettis is located in the Spires of Arak. The massive explosion on Draenor caused by Ner'zhul damaged the Spires of Arak the most, leaving almost no trace of its original state. Some say the Spires of Arak have sunk into the endless Void, while others say Spires of Arak have floated to a very far place."
Griftah said seriously, "You're wrong. I've been to the Spires of Arak; they're remarkably well-preserved."
Vol'jin politely asked, "Please enlighten me."
Griftah shrugged and said, "To be honest, a few years ago I was being hunted down for some reason and fled to Hellfire Peninsula. I obtained a scroll from an old Mag'har Orcs. After having it appraised, it turned out to be a Teleportation Scroll that leads to an unknown place."
"Later, my enemies came knocking, and I was severely injured. I had no choice but to tear up the Teleportation Scroll, which unexpectedly transported me to the Spires of Arak. I met many Arakkoa and learned Arakkoa ancient killing techniques, becoming a Stealth rogue. I originally intended to retire in the Spires of Arak, but one night I dreamed of a giant Wind Serpent. When I woke up, I was back in the Lower City of Shattrath City."
"Could it be the Wind Serpent God Sethe?" Vol'jin pondered for a long time, then asked, "Is there any way to return to the Spires of Arak?"
Griftah shook his head regretfully. "Later, after making inquiries from various sources, I learned that the Mag'har Orcs of Hellfire Peninsula have connections with the Void, and that scroll was obtained from the Void. However, the Orcs who believe in the Void are extremely well hidden, and despite my extensive search, I only found a few clues."
"As long as we have a clue, things will be much easier," Vol'jin said, beaming with joy.
"Alright, then let's head to Hellfire Peninsula, the settlement of the Mag'har Orcs." Griftah earnestly instructed, "Remember, bring some Tough Jerky, the more the better."
Passing through Mag'har Post on Hellfire Peninsula, one enters the rugged mountains, where numerous Mag'har Orcs villages are scattered.
Since the Battle of Auchindoun, the Mag'har Orcs have transformed from their usual dullness into a scene of bustling activity.
The Mag'har Orcs lived a hard life, but they did not hesitate to donate their last grain of food.
Vol'jin witnessed a Mag'har Orcs leading a son and a daughter, kill them, and offer them up as rations for his army.
"Why do you do this?" Vol'jin asked, puzzled.
The Mag'har Orcs gave a disdainful look, Vol'jin winked at Cairne, and Cairne pulled out a handful of Tough Jerky.
The Mag'har Orcs' monetary system had long since collapsed, replaced by the ancient barter system.
Smelling the aroma of the Tough Jerky, the Mag'har Orcs beamed, carefully put it away, and proudly announced:
"We Mag'har Orcs fought to liberate Outland and have successfully stormed the Black Temple. Illidan has repeatedly sent surrender letters, but they have all been rejected by the Ancestral Spirit Gormash. Outland belongs to the Mag'har Orcs, Illidan has no right to negotiate with us."
Vol'jin was completely baffled. When did the Mag'har Orcs attack the Black Temple?
The Mag'har Orcs continued, "My children are still young and can't go to the Battlefield, but thankfully their flesh and blood can still be used. The elders said that for the sake of Outland, every Mag'har Orcs should do their duty and shed their last drop of blood."
Vol'jin sneered inwardly, thinking, "A bunch of ignorant fools."
Griftah asked, "Is Elder Desatatal still in the village?"
The Mag'har orc said, "Elder Desattar lives in a small house at the east end of the village. Luckily you arrived early. I heard that the battle at the front is fierce, and Illidan has invited Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion and the Dark Titan. The Elder is about to set off to challenge Sargeras."
Any random Orcs elder dares to challenge Sargeras?
Vol'jin almost burst out laughing, while Cairne Bloodhoof curled their lip in disdain.
The elder Desatatal, lived in a small house built of gold and jade. He was unusually obese and could not walk, so he could only sit in a wheelchair.
Upon seeing the three uninvited guests, the Grand Elder angrily complained, "I'm very busy. The Dark Titan Sargeras is about to invade Outland, and I must kill him with a single finger."
Cairne couldn't help but tease, "Are you using the Finger of Death?"
The elder glared at him. "What 'Finger of Death'? I used the Finger of Destruction! It can destroy Azeroth with ease! You uncultured idiot, you know nothing!"
"I'm not a bullman, I'm Tauren," Cairne corrected, displeased.
"Is there a difference?" the elder said bluntly. "The ancestors of your 'great people' were mine rats."
"Your ancestors were rats!" Cairne's eyes turned bloodshot with rage.
There was no point in arguing any longer, Vol'jin took out a bag of Tough Jerky, untied it, and showed it to the Grand Elder, who immediately put on a fawning expression.
"We want to know how to get to the Spires of Arak."
The tall, imposing boss frowned and asked sternly, "Password."
Vol'jin was puzzled, and Griftah replied in a low voice:
"Shadows obscure the sun."
The Grand Elder stood up excitedly, took out a map of the Outland from the box, and pointed it at the Blade's Edge Mountains, saying:
"The so-called Spires of Arak are what we now Blade's Edge Mountains. There were no Blade's Edge Mountains in Draenor before. After the Great Cataclysm, the Spires of Arak jungle was completely destroyed, and it became what it looks like Blade's Edge Mountains."
Vol'jin stared at the Blade's Edge Mountains on the map, shook his head, and said:
"No, the Spires of Arak are south of Terokkar Forest and Shadowmoon Valley, while Blade's Edge Mountains are north of Zangarmarsh."
"This was caused by a massive explosion," the Grand Elder said calmly. "The continent of Spires of Arak Forest flew into the air and landed where Blade's Edge Mountains is now. You'll see when you get there."
Before Vol'jin could argue further, Griftah grabbed his arm and said with a smile, "Elder, thank you for your help. We'll head to the Blade's Edge Mountains now."
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