The witch doctors' vaguely primitive religious style—the drug-taking, the voodoo visions, the occasional sacrifices and invocations of all Loa spirits—clearly suited the Hozen's tastes perfectly.
They did not understand it, but it seemed impressive: wild, cool, lofty, and sophisticated. Coach, I want to learn voodoo! I want to believe in all Loa spirits too!
Well, the Horde was very much to the Hozen's liking. For these simple-minded creatures, the Troll bros had them completely dazzled with their smooth talk.
So after some contact, coupled with the Troll bros' nonstop stream of outrageous banter, the Hozen ultimately signed an agreement with the Horde. They simply pressed their handprints on it, too lazy to read the membership terms or bother with any of that nonsense. They agreed to join the Horde to eat, drink, and have fun together, while learning voodoo from the old Troll coaches and worshipping all Loa spirits.
The Horde officially provided the Hozen with iron weapons and armor, comprehensively improving their military strength. At the same time, it supplied them with a bizarre type of unicycle, and the Hozen absolutely loved those strange things with just one lousy wheel.
Oh, the Horde also regularly supplied the Hozen with all kinds of grain, fruit, and fine liquor for their daily needs. Heavy industry, light industry, agriculture—they had none of it. The Hozen were counting entirely on Horde subsidies for a good life.
But the Horde was no charity either. In return, the Hozen had to fully open Honeydew Village to the Horde. The Horde would build a trading harbor outside the village and ship boatloads of Pandaria's aquatic products and minerals back to its homeland.
At the same time, the Horde would construct a large-scale mine at Mount Neverest to extract Ghost Iron.
The moment the Hozen's formal accession