Agamaggan

Rend still had a long way to go as a cavalry commander, but for now, his crude command skills were more than enough to bully the Quilboar. After Anok tore through the Quilboar battle line, Rend led the rest of the cavalry into the breach, looking down on the Quilboar's maneuvering with contempt.

Elsewhere, Deep within a cave in Razorfen, Archdruid Hamuul, Song Saint Samuro, Shadow Hunter Rokhan, and Chieftain Ripi encountered the soul of Agamaggan, the Quilboar demigod.

"Children, have you come for my relics? It has been a long time since I last saw other living beings here." Agamaggan's enormous soul appeared before the four of them. Nearly as large as a small mountain, with sharp tusks and spikes covering his body, the spirit spoke of the demigod's immense strength in life.

"Yes, revered Agamaggan. We have come for your relics. Forgive us for disturbing your rest." Archdruid Hamuul spoke respectfully to Agamaggan's soul. He held this fallen demigod in great respect.

"It is all right, child. I already understand why you have come. My descendants have defiled this land and my bloodline. They even imprisoned my soul, preventing me from returning to the Emerald Dream." Agamaggan spoke angrily, his massive spirit swaying with rage. Anyone would be furious after being imprisoned by their own descendants for over ten thousand years. He no longer regarded the Quilboar as descendants worthy of his care. They had ravaged this land and imprisoned his soul. Ten thousand years of captivity had bound him firmly to this place, while the Quilboar constantly drew upon his power, leaving him ever weaker.

Agamaggan directly transmitted his experiences and the reason for his imprisonment into the minds of the four. In an instant, they understood his ten thousand years of memories: Agamaggan's unstoppable might when he fought against the Burning Legion, his unwillingness to accept defeat when he faced Magnos, and how he had believed death would return him to the Emerald Dream—only for an unknown force to bind him to Razorfen, using his body as its foundation. His descendants, the Quilboar, had gathered around his corpse, constantly devouring and stealing what little power remained to him. The Blood Shards were not merely stained red by his blood. After ten thousand years, his true blood had long since been consumed by the Quilboar. Each generation of Quilboar priests that followed, in their pursuit of this power, chose to sacrifice Agamaggan's soul, continuously producing new Blood Shards. Using Agamaggan's soul as an offering, they created thorns to protect Quilboar territory, while the energy constantly seeped into the earth and formed new Blood Shards.

After learning Agamaggan's memories, even Song Saint Samuro, who had never cared much for animal demigods, came to deeply respect him. From those memories, he learned of the demigod's selflessness, his profound love for Azeroth, and the helplessness and pain of being sacrificed by his own descendants. Perhaps only Illidan, imprisoned by his own people, could understand such ten-thousand-year suffering. Samuro and the others were all saddened. Agamaggan had died fighting for Azeroth, only to be treated in such a manner.

"If we kill all these Quilboar and burn every thorn, can we save you, revered Agamaggan?" Orcs revered honor. Agamaggan's death had been wholly worthy of that word, and to profane such honor was, to an Orc, the most unforgivable of sins. Honor had been branded into the hearts of Orcs. To redeem this Quilboar demigod who had died honorably, Samuro was willing to bury this filthy race with him.

"I do not know how my soul can be freed from this land's restraints. Child, I can see your pursuit of honor. That conviction is what makes you strong. Thank you for being willing to make such an effort to save me. But, child, the Quilboar are still my descendants. I do not wish for them to be completely exterminated, no matter how they have treated me. Promise me that you will leave them a way to survive." Even after ten thousand years of imprisonment and betrayal, Agamaggan could not accept Samuro's proposal to wipe out the Quilboar. They were, after all, his descendants.

"Is there any way we can help you, revered Agamaggan? Even if we can only lessen your suffering a little, we want to try." Chieftain Ripi was gentler by nature, but he could not endure seeing Agamaggan imprisoned in such agony.

"Children, thank you for your help. You truly can help me. Take my relics—the Heart of Agamaggan and my teeth. As long as you can cleanse them, the Quilboar priests will no longer be able to draw power from me, and I will be able to catch my breath. Of course, you must be careful. I will help you, for my own sake as well. I will tell you where my relics are, as well as the locations of those Quilboar patrols. For now, you need disguises so that you can move more easily." Agamaggan used his remaining strength to bless the four. As a wave of energy swept over them, they felt Razorfen welcoming them. The elements in nearly every corner would shelter them and carry messages for them. Their forms also changed into those of Quilboar. Not only had they gained disguises that could not be seen through, but Agamaggan's blessing also allowed them to move through this region like fish in water, strengthening them in various ways.

And so, a peculiar group of four Quilboar was born: one exceptionally tall and thin, two tall and burly, and one of ordinary height but extraordinarily muscular.

Looking at their transformed bodies, the four first took some time to get used to being Quilboar. Chieftain Ripi was especially uncomfortable with the two tusks that had suddenly appeared, while Rokhan adapted more easily. Trolls had always possessed a pair of large tusks, after all.

"Revered Agamaggan, what if you became our guardian Loa, protecting the Darkspear Clan? We would worship you and offer you the faith of the Trolls. Could that help you gain your freedom?" The Loa were gods worshipped by Trolls, and their strength could differ greatly. The strongest, Bwonsamdi, could contend with Helya and the Lich King, while the weakest, Hir'eek, the bat god, had even been killed on the spot by a poisoned dagger and a group of adventurers. Agamaggan was bound to the land of Razorfen, much like the Darkspear Clan's Loa, Bwonsamdi, the god of death, whose spirit was bound to the land of Zandalar. Other than being summoned or descending upon the world, even a true god could not leave his own temple. His situation was very similar to Agamaggan's.

"I do not know whether I can become a Troll Loa. I have always roamed Azeroth as a natural demigod." Agamaggan had not expected Rokhan to suggest that he become the Loa protecting the Darkspear Clan. The proposal undoubtedly moved him. Even if his soul remained bound and he could no longer regain a body, he might still be able to move among his followers in spiritual form.