"I still failed, didn't I, Lord Leiluo? I'm sorry. I still lost—"
In the end, Trundle failed to win the war. Even though Zul'jin had lost another arm at his hands—his right arm this time—Zul'jin won the war because he had received help from the gnomes. These gnomes were leper gnomes led by High Tinker Mekkatorque's most trusted assistant, McNeil Thermaplugg. They had fled Gnomeregan, followed by those ugly Stonewrought creatures. The Old God had gathered them together and made them his minions. The leper gnomes led the Stonewrought in a surprise attack on the human camp by Dwarven Bridge, routing Darius and his army. Then they crossed the bridge with their forces to reinforce Zul'jin, who was fighting a major battle in Stromgarde. They became the final straw that broke Trundle's army.
In the end, Trundle fought with all his might, but he was driven to the rooftop of Stromgarde. With a sheer cliff behind him and waves pounding the rocks below, Trundle leaped without hesitation, clutching his great frost club.
"Zul'jin, should we look for his body?"
Seated in his mech, Thermaplugg looked down at Zul'jin. Though he phrased it as a question, his expression was unmistakably contemptuous. And in truth, even though they were all minions of the Old God, strength still determined their standing among themselves. So when Thermaplugg saw that Zul'jin had lost his right hand, he didn't take him seriously at all.
"No need. Even if he's still alive, he can't make any more trouble."
Zul'jin shook his head and turned away, his back looking desolate. Looking at his empty right sleeve after losing another arm, Zul'jin finally understood that he had been used. But it was too late for regret. Though he seemed to be talking about Trundle, wasn't he really talking about