Although the wonderful dream of handing out money could not be realized, the Zandalari Trolls still had one pressing matter to resolve: the civil war.
The Horde officially agreed to the Zandalari Royal Court's request at once, declaring that it would dispatch its most elite Glory Legion to Zandalar Isle under King Saurfang's personal command. They would do everything in their power to assist the Zandalari Trolls in assaulting Uldir, chop Blood God Gorrohon to pieces, tear Prophet Zul apart, and treat it as a warm-up before the expedition to the parallel world of Draenor.
The Alliance then "happily" climbed aboard this pirate ship as well, wearing thoroughly unwilling expressions.
What did this have to do with the Alliance again? Well, it all came down to those Alliance brothers being too handsy. Whenever they had nothing better to do, they always wanted to poke at their love-hate best friend, the Horde.
As for the detailed cause, it began with a strange change in the weather. The man involved, Oligeyi*Armor Breaker, told the story himself.
This Orc brother was an ordinary adventurer. When the incident occurred, he had been wandering through the west-central part of the Nazmir region, riding his beloved little wolf mount in search of the Troll village marked by a bounty mission. According to official Zandalari intelligence, the place had already been occupied by Blood Trolls. This Orc brother had planned to chop off a few heads and take them to Dazar'alor for the reward.
That day was fine and bright. The breeze through Nazmir Swamp was as fishy and foul as ever, the Blood Moon above the Necropolis still hung high in the sky, and everything was perfectly normal.
"At the time, I was thinking as I traveled that I hoped I wouldn't have to see that