Deep in Zul'Aman, in a dense forest, stands a blood-stained Altar.
The Altar was crowded with members of the Amani Tribe, a dense, dark mass of men, women, and children.
The Forsaken's attack was unstoppable, and the desperate tribal members could only pray to their protectors under the guidance of their priests.
At the top of this crimson Altar, a pool of blood has been built.
In the center of the blood pool, a Troll skull slowly rotated with the water, its curved and sharp fangs gleaming coldly.
At the edge of the blood pool stood the priests of the Amani Tribe, all dressed in their finest attire, their heads adorned with vibrant feathers, and draped in magnificent robes, yet their faces were solemn.
The walls of Zul'Aman have fallen. The Warriors of the Amani Tribe are no match for the endless Undead army. The Plague continues to spread, causing heavy casualties. The retreating Trolls are on the verge of collapse.
"We must be determined; without the great Chief Zul'jin, we cannot achieve victory."
"Is relying on Zul'jin the only option? Perhaps there are other ways."
"Foolish! The end of the Amani Tribe is nigh, what are you still hesitating for?"
"I have already seen fragments of the future. As long as we work together to resurrect Chief Zul'jin, the Amani Tribe, under the leadership of the Warchief, will defeat all invaders and become the masters of this continent."
"Yes, only by resurrecting the great Chieftain Zul'jin can we hope to win. I have received the enlightenment of all spirits."
An elderly Troll priest knelt on the ground, raised his hands to the sky, and devoutly said:
"My people, I have heard the voice of all spirits. The future of the Amani Tribe rests in our hands. Only the great Chieftain Zul'jin can lead us to victory. Consecration your flesh and blood, so that Chieftain Zul'jin may rise from the dead, and you will gain eternal glory in the afterlife."
The Troll race worships various mysterious gods. Their so-called sacrifices are exchanges with the gods, offering flesh, blood, life, and even souls in exchange for the gods' favor, which can lead to miracles or even the resurrection of someone.
The Forest Trolls of the Amani Tribe are particularly cruel, frequently engaging in human sacrifice.
Unfortunately, resurrecting Chief Zul'jin requires a great deal of sacrifice, almost half of the Amani Tribe, which is why it has never been accomplished.
The question is whether Zul'jin can lead his people to defeat the invaders.
The priests all made solemn vows, seemingly full of confidence, citing omens of the future and divine inspirations, but these were all just excuses and lies.
In truth, the priests were also apprehensive; they didn't have high hopes for Zul'jin's strength.
Especially the elderly priests who knew the truth about Zul'jin's death, gazing at Zul'jin's skull floating in the pool of blood, occasionally revealed a bitter smile.
Perhaps, the resurrected Zul'jin could lead a group of Elites to break through; this was the priests' only wishful thinking.
Sacrificing their ignorant and foolish people for this chance of survival is entirely worthwhile, since they will be killed by the Dark Lady sooner or later, or resurrected as Undead anyway, so why not make the most of their last bit of value?
The poor tribespeople were unaware of the truth hidden behind the scenes, and even less aware of Zul'jin's true character.
In the hearts of these people, the great Amani leader, Chief Zul'jin, is Invincible.
Most of the tribespeople hoped that their chief would return from the dead; this was their only hope and solace.
"For the sake of the Amani Tribe, Chief Zul'jin must be resurrected!" a priest shouted.
"Only Chief Zul'jin can lead us to victory against the enemy," another priest echoed.
"I am willing to give my life to resurrect Zul'jin!" a young Troll roared, but his feet did not move an inch.
"Consecration our flesh and blood, our lives, to resurrect Chieftain Zul'jin, and let those despicable adventurers know the might of our Amani Tribe."
"For the great glory, for the Amani Tribe."
Wave after wave of roars quickly formed rolling waves, successfully igniting the enthusiasm of the Amani Tribe members.
The crowd surged toward the top of the Altar, while the priests surrounding the blood pool subtly retreated. Then, the ordinary Amani Tribe members unconsciously clustered around the blood pool.
Due to the overcrowding, a member of the Amani Tribe accidentally fell into the blood pool. This blood pool had a powerful Corruptive Power, and the poor Troll quickly lost his flesh and bones, which sank to the bottom of the pool.
"A great warrior has appeared; who will be the second to claim this immortal glory?"
A priest seized the opportunity to shout.
More and more members of the Amani Tribe fell into the pool of blood. Some did so voluntarily, but many more were pushed into it by the crowd from behind. One after another, they fell, their flesh and blood falling away, becoming sacrifices for Zul'jin's resurrection.
The elderly priests exchanged a knowing smile. Success! A bunch of lowly fools.
Five years after the Dark Portal, the Orcs, led by Orgrimmar, marched north to conquer Blackrock Spire. Zul'jin seized the opportunity to bring the Amani Trolls to join the Horde, but unfortunately, this plan came to nothing with the Orcs' defeat.
Twenty-six years Dark Portal, Zul'jin gained the power of the animal god, greatly increasing his strength and expanding his ambition. He sought to restore the glory of the ancient Amani Tribe with the help of external forces.
At that time, Thrall, the Warchief of the Righteous Horde and the Savior of Azeroth, was at the height of his power, while King Varian, the leader of the Alliance, had disappeared. Zul'jin chose the Horde without hesitation.
Thrall was overjoyed to have gained Zul'jin's allegiance.
If they can accept the allegiance of the Darkspear Tribe of Jungle Trolls, why can't they accept the alliance of the Amani Tribe of Forest Trolls?
A balance has been struck between Vol'jin and Zul'jin, with both checking and competing against each other – a situation that Thrall would be happy to see.
Just then, Thrall's chief life advisor Eitrigg, inadvertently obtained an ancient Troll medicine recipe.
The Troll recipe states that the power of the animal god can cure hidden ailments with remarkable effects.
Eitrigg immediately presented the recipe to Thrall for review.
At that time, Thrall had tried countless remedies, none of which worked, but he never gave up.
So Thrall hosted a Light's Hope Chapel, where Zul'jin came to discuss joining the Horde.
Unaware of any trickery, Zul'jin arrived at the appointment in high spirits.
Halfway through the banquet, Thrall led Zul'jin to a large cauldron that had been prepared beforehand, boiling water bubbling with various precious herbs, forcing Zul'jin to transform into Juxiong and jump in.
Thrall consumed Zul'jin for a full thirty days, and because of Zul'jin regenerative abilities, he didn't breathe his last until the twenty-ninth day.
The fact that their Warchief had been eaten by Orcs was a great disgrace to the Amani Tribe.
To save face for the tribe, the few priests who knew the truth all chose to keep it a secret.
They publicly claimed that Chief Zul'jin was killed by adventurers, and fabricated a story that a greedy adventurer was possessed by Chief Zul'jin.
After failing to consume Zul'jin, Thrall realized he had been tricked and righteously returned Zul'jin's skull.
The Amani Tribe was moved to tears, deeply grateful for the blessings of their Savior, Thrall.
As more and more flesh and blood poured in, the rotation speed of the blood pool gradually slowed down.
When the pool of blood returned to calm, a sound of satisfaction seemed to emanate from it.
Then, the naked Chief Zul'jin rose from the pool of blood, singing a hymn:
The Elf stole my right eye.
I cut off my left arm to escape.
Now they've actually Horde with the tribe again?
We have never given up, and we have never forgotten.
Run away!