Manor in the Mud
In the thick fog of night, the Trolls spoke to the head on the ground, sending chills down the spines of the onlookers. What chilled them even more were the words spoken by the head Eridin.
"How many artifacts have you collected? Where have you sent them all?" Zul'ra, unlike the humans, asked Eridin with great interest.
"I cannot answer." Eridin did not reply; his curse prevented him from answering these questions.
"Is there a way to lift your curse? After I release you, will you still come looking for trouble?" Zul'ra asked.
"I don't know," Eridin replied blankly.
"Then after I cremate you all, will you come back to life?" Zul'ra changed the subject. Since she couldn't solve the problem, she would deal with the people who created it.
"... I don't know." Eridin remained silent for a long time before shaking his head.
"Alright, come here and collect their bodies. Pick out the heads separately, build a fire and burn them to ashes. Chop the bodies into pieces and bury them separately." Zul'ra stopped talking and turned to wave to the onlookers.
Faced with the composed Trolls and the observing humans, even the assassins couldn't help but hesitate. It's understandable that they were suspicious; wouldn't dealing with these cursed beings bring them misfortune?
"What are you standing there for?" Zul'ra looked at the motionless human and raised her voice.
Faced with Zul'ra's urging, the Syndicate assassins reluctantly stepped forward and, as he instructed, collected the heads separately for cremation, while the chopped-up corpses were buried separately. Fortunately, they were not cursed.
Zul'ra successfully ambushed the black knights. Fearing their unfathomable resurrection abilities, she did not let her guard down and continued to escort Velinde into Alterac Valley the following day.
Fortunately, the black knights did not reappear in the next two days. But thinking about it, it makes sense; their heads were burned off separately, and their bodies were chopped into pieces. It would be absurd for them to be able to revive after that.
In fact, it wasn't just the Black Knight who coveted the Scythe of Elune; there were also some Worgen. However, after Zul'ra tamed the Scythe of Elune, she had the scythe sever its connection with the Worgen, so those Worgen couldn't find this place for the time being.
On the third day, Zul'ra escorted Velinde into the Alterac Valley. Even in the warm spring, it was still very cold there, and the ground was muddy. Before sunset, he found a manor built on the Frosty Highlands.
"Let's stay here tonight!" Zul'ra made her decision, looking at the manor on the plain, and then led the group forward, walking alongside Velinde.
"Velinde, if nothing unexpected happens tonight, I will return to Durnholde tomorrow. Kangsen and his men will then take you to find your companions," Zul'ra said to Velinde. He couldn't go any further; he needed to return to Durnholde.
"I understand... Thank you, Zul'ra." Velinde looked at the blue Trolls standing beside her, blinked her silver eyes, and then expressed her gratitude.
"No need." Zul'ra looked away from Velinde's purple-pink, translucent pointed ears and went to speak with Kangsen, the Syndicate's guide, asking her to take care of Velinde.
"Don't worry, Zul'ra Jin, I will escort Ms. Velinde until she is safely reunited with her companions." Kangsen was a gaunt woman with black eyes and gray hair; she was a powerful assassin within the Syndicate.
"Then I'll have to trouble you." Zul'ra smiled and nodded to the gaunt-faced female assassin.
"Hmm." Kangsen was a little surprised by the rather polite Trolls, then nodded slightly.
"By the way, where is this?" Zul'ra suddenly asked, pointing to the nearby manor.
"According to my map and intelligence, this should be Modis Manor. It originally belonged to a noble lord, but the Undead ended their rule here. However, we can live here without any problem," Kangsen said after thinking carefully for a moment, gazing at the cluster of buildings on the muddy hills.
"Will it take some effort?" Zul'ra felt slightly embarrassed upon hearing the female assassin's words. He had been a bit Recklessness in deciding to make this place his night camp without consulting her.
"It might be necessary. Everyone be on high alert and careful; there might be Undead here." Kangsen said noncommittally, while simultaneously shouting for his companions to prepare their weapons in preparation for a possible battle.
Faced with Kangsen's shout, the assassins in his party became more alert, while the guards raised their shields and swords. Zul'ra and Velinde stood together, and together they entered the muddy manor complex.
The manor on this muddy highland was a cluster of buildings and houses, surrounded by green trees, resembling a small fortress. However, it was unusually quiet. The entire team walked in cautiously and did not see a single person, and it seemed that there was not even a breath of extra air.
"Is anyone there?" Zul'ra looked at the silent houses and fortress and couldn't help but call out.
"Yes." To everyone's slight irritation at Zul'ra's words, someone actually answered. Everyone looked over and saw a tall figure emerge from behind the castle.
"Shu'halo?" Zul'ra and Velinde looked at the figure that turned out and couldn't help but exchange a glance. The figure that turned out was not human, but a Tauren with black mane and gray horns.
"Shu'halo, what are you doing here?" Zul'ra looked at Velinde, then stepped forward to ask. As a Horde leader, he naturally had to negotiate with this fellow tribesman. However, to his surprise, the Tauren didn't seem to recognize him.
"Keep your arrogant tone to yourself, Trolls. I don't know you." The black-maned Tauren looked at the Trolls rushed in and asked the question, a little displeased and suspicious. This should be a Trolls; he had never heard of Elves being this tall!
"Uh." Zul'ra was slightly taken aback by the black-maned minotaur's Tauren, and then realized that she had spoken too casually. Normally, when people meet, they would first introduce themselves, rather than asking questions right away.
"My name is Zul'ra, and these are my companions. And you, Shu'halo?" Zul'ra, realizing what was happening, introduced herself, Velinde, Kangsen, and the others.
"My name is Trag, Trag Highmountain. You're a Trolls, aren't you? I mean, you look a bit unusual. You're not hunchbacked, you don't have fangs, you have eyebrows, and you even have five fingers." Trag looked the Trolls up and down and immediately voiced his doubts.
"Of course, I am an Amani Trolls. In our Trolls race, neither the Amani nor the Zandalari Trolls are hunchbacked. As for appearance, well, that's a long story." Zul'ra glanced at Velinde, who was bowing her head beside her, and Kangsen and the others, who were trying not to laugh, and explained her appearance with a helpless tilt of her head.
"I know, I know. Every race has its oddballs, like us Shu'halo. Those old guys always bring up some of our white-haired companions. It's not like we can decide what color our hair is." Trag immediately agreed, looking quite familiar with the Trolls.