A Scheme Within a Scheme

"Zul'ra Jin?" Ironhoof turned around in pleasant surprise. Looking at the upright Troll, who seemed completely renewed yet utterly ordinary, he felt delighted at first, then vaguely unsettled.

"What is it?" Zul'ra Jin looked at the Horde's war master and asked with a faint smile.

"Your body..." Ironhoof was astonished. Zul'ra Jin had grown shorter. He remembered that when Zul'ra Jin had stood level with him before, the Troll had been much taller, but now they were actually the same height.

"Oh, being that tall when standing beside you all used to be rather inconvenient for me, so I just..." Zul'ra Jin spread his hands slightly at Ironhoof. During this round of secluded cultivation, he had adjusted his height while he was at it. Otherwise, there would have been no way to achieve his happy life.

"How did you do that?" Ironhoof could not help clicking his tongue at Zul'ra Jin's casual manner. Could one's body really grow taller or shrink smaller at will?

"That's a long story. I'll tell you slowly another time. How's the situation here now?" Zul'ra Jin had no intention of continuing the subject and instead asked about the battle.

"We have a problem. Two days ago, we received a telegram from Brann. He discovered some secrets in northern Northrend, as well as traces of Naxxramas and Acherus." In the Shu'halo's distinctively slow manner of speech, Ironhoof briefly explained the events, while Zul'ra Jin listened patiently.

"There are Titan ruins in northern Northrend. The Scourge wants to seize the technology within those ruins, but they came into conflict with an evil Old God imprisoned there..."

"Brann went inside, didn't he?" Zul'ra Jin blinked.

"No, but Brann asked us to intervene and help him enter the ruins called Ulduar. After we dispatched the flying fleet this morning,