Durnholde Office
Durnholde is now part of Alterac territory, and its current lord is a descendant of the Alterac royal family named Aliden Perenolde. However, the real power behind this castle and the New Alterac kingdom lies with the Assassin Syndicate.
Durnholde was originally a castle-like concentration camp for imprisoning Orcs. Blackmoore, who was in charge of managing it, was also a treacherous man, so the walls were built to be high, wide, and large, and there was even an arena inside for holding bloody gladiatorial matches.
After Alterac reclaimed its kingdom at Durnholde, the Syndicate's assassins planned to renovate and expand the castle, making it able to accommodate 70,000 civilians.
Guards stood watch at the tall city gates, and commoners lined up, only allowed to enter the city after paying taxes to the gatekeepers.
Zul'ra followed in the crowd, having Tral lead Kulai Mao'er for him. He glanced at the city entrance tax: one copper coin per person, and two copper coins per animal. It wasn't much, so he prepared to pay. However, when the guard saw him, he didn't take the money but instead respectfully invited him in.
Zul'ra held the money in one hand, looking at the obsequious guards who invited her into the city, and then at the commoners whose gazes had turned strange. She didn't know what to say, but in the end, she handed the money to the guards, nodded politely to the commoners around her, and led everyone into the city.
Zul'ra had never been to Durnholde before, so he rarely asked people for directions on the road. However, people avoided him because of his height and appearance. It took him a while to finally get directions from a man.
Following the path given, Zul'ra found a stone hall in the east of Durnholde. Only two Amani'lai were guarding it, one named Prag and the other named Rada, Rada Trolls with a hunched back.
"Are you the only ones here?" Zul'ra asked Prag and Rada, glancing around Amani's residence in Durnholde. Were there only two of them here?
"No, Lord Puskin brought you here, Zul'ra Jin, how could you be..." Rada's fangs pointed downwards as he cautiously gazed at the tall and imposing King of the Amani, scrutinizing his five fingers and tightly closed lips. There weren't many Trolls in the world who could maintain such a distinctive physique and appearance, but Zul'ra Jin shouldn't be in Kalimdor. How did he suddenly get here!
"I took a flight from Ratchet to Faldir's Cove because I had some important business to attend to. You need to answer my questions." Zul'ra looked at Rada, whose Amani'lai Lechan still maintained a hunched figure, was very thin, and had straight, rooster-comb-like purple hair.
"Yes, yes, Lord Puskin took the others to a banquet. Aliden of Durnholde invites us almost every day..." Rada, feeling the sharp, piercing gaze directed at him, quickly lowered his head to explain that the other Amani'lai here had been invited to a banquet.
"Then why didn't you go?" Zul'ra looked at Prag, who was standing next to Rada. This guy was upright, but he didn't talk much and his expression was a bit gloomy.
"If we go, there will be no one guarding this place," Rada said with a laugh, bowing his head in self-defense, but his companion Prag's disdainful look told Zul'ra that this was not entirely true.
"Arrange a place for us to rest. When your leader, Puskin, and the other men who attended the banquet return, tell them I've arrived, but I don't want to see them tonight." Zul'ra looked at the darkening sky and the waiting Tooth-Soldiers and Velinde, not bothering to ask about the situation here, and only told Rada and Prag to arrange accommodations first.
Rada dared not disobey Zul'ra's words in the slightest, and repeatedly agreed while he and his companion Prag arranged food and lodging for Zul'ra, his Tooth-Soldiers, and Velinde who had come with him.
Zul'ra first comforted Velinde with a few words, telling her to rest assured. Then, she went to her quiet room alone and circulated her true qi and blood for a while to align the finger bones and nerves in her severed hand. After that, she held the Scythe of Elune in her hand and examined it, feeling the power within it for a long time. Then, she untied the long sword from her waist, sat cross-legged, and entered a meditative state.
The spiritual world is incredibly mysterious, encompassing everything. Zul'ra gradually entered a state of deep concentration, allowing him to enter a realm where he felt completely clean and smooth. Even the clothes and environment around him, down to a speck of dust, became increasingly clear in his mind—this was the opening of his spiritual vision.
With the opening of her spiritual vision, Zul'ra could see a group of tall, imposing Amani'lai returning outside the Stone House Hall, chatting and laughing. They happened to run into Prag and Rada, who were waiting outside.
Zul'ra didn't bother to pay much attention to the group of drunkards. His mental vision continued to expand, and the entire Durnholde and Hillsbrad Foothills gradually entered his mental field of vision. Then the whole world entered a white, unconscious state.
In the unconscious world, Zul'ra's thoughts can capture countless subtle images, fragments accumulated in his spiritual world. Among these fragments, he accurately captures a glimmer of light, which is the sensation he felt when he held the Scythe of Elune.
With the help of the spiritual light in his mind, Zul'ra resonated with the Scythe of Elune placed beside his body, opening a channel connecting his spirit with the scythe. The opening of this channel made him feel as if he were in the middle of two violent tornadoes of ice and fire, being constantly crushed and squeezed.
Zul'ra remained steadfast in her spirit, enduring the constant grinding of the two energies, completely casting aside all external sensations, her mind soaring into emptiness, when suddenly this scene appeared before her eyes.
Before a group of Druid, a druid dressed in leather with a short blue beard held aloft the Scythe of Elune Druid. His golden eyes shone wildly, and he appeared somewhat triumphant. Beside him stood a female Night Elves dressed in white, her expression sorrowful, her eyes filled with tears.
The Druid wielding the Scythe of Elune is named Ralaar Flamefang, and the female Night Elves standing beside him is named Belysra Starwind. These two are the forgers of the Scythe of Elune.
Zul'ra only saw the image of Ralaar raising his scythe and Belysra weeping, and instantly a multitude of thoughts automatically arose in his mind—this was the mysterious ability bestowed upon him by the spiritual world.
In the realm of Arcane, Zul'ra's ability is called divination, while in Shaman and voodoo science it is called prophecy. However, divination is performed using spells and tools, while a prophet's foresight is achieved through a medium, whereas Zul'ra communicates purely through mental meditation.
Following the scene with Ralaar and Belysra, another scene appears before Zul'ra, this time a battle: a fight between a group of Satyrs with green flames burning in their eyes and a group of berserk Worgen.
Thank you to "I am a Big Explosive" for the donation and support. Regarding the sword, I apologize for not explaining it clearly enough. The Black Knight only ran away with his own head; the protagonist's sword was not stolen and he still has it with him.