Chen Stormstout had no idea the enemy was coming. The Shado-Pan had moved with great secrecy, but dark magic had discovered them.
The Drakkari Trolls launched a fierce assault on Zouchin Village. Even with the help of elite Shado-Pan forces, the defensive line was immediately in danger of being breached at any moment.
When Chen Stormstout reached the outer defensive line of Zouchin Village, he discovered that these Drakkari Trolls were not the ordinary young and able-bodied warriors from before. They were an elite force clad in orderly equipment and radiating a powerful presence—without question, they were on the level of the royal guard.
One Drakkari Troll in particular, wielding a two-handed greatsword, tore through the line of elite Shado-Pan monks as easily as chopping vegetables.
Seeing how powerful the enemy was, Cen Stormstout wanted to rush forward and stop him.
"Cen, leave him to me. You're no match for him. Go treat the wounded." Chen Stormstout stopped his distant younger clansman. Though Cen was exceptionally gifted, he was truly of the Mistweaver path; his healing abilities far surpassed his combat strength, while their opponent was a top-tier warrior.
Frost King Malakk slaughtered the elite Shado-Pan monks without expression. These Pandaren were powerful, but they were no match for him. Deep down, he still resisted Soulbinder Goraia's orders. After all, he had once been a king on par with King Rastakhan of the Zandalari Empire, yet now he was being ordered about by a mere junior.
But without the aid of the Zandalari Trolls, he could not reclaim Zul'Drak. He could only watch as that petty man Drakuru stole his kingdom. To gain the strength to retake Zul'Drak and restore the Drakkari Trolls, he had to endure humiliation. Thus, he raised Zerat Malakk's Soulburning Greatsword, intending to claim the life