[New Hakkari in Stranglethorn Vale]

One day dispelled a thousand sorrows.

Two days wiped away all grievances.

There were only two, so there could be no third day. That "day" here—savor it. Savor it carefully.

The tenth day of Azshara and Shandris locking horns.

Stranglethorn Vale.

This region was named after a particularly unusual plant encountered by those who came here: the thorn monster, a gigantic carnivorous plant with an appetite large enough to devour an adult troll in one bite.

This monstrous plant looked like a mass of vines and fleshy sacs, perfectly living up to its name.

Aside from thorn monsters, the other creatures lurking in the jungle remained just as dangerous. Gorillas, Black Panthers, and tigers prowled through the undergrowth, and when leaving the dense jungle, one also had to beware of the birds of prey circling overhead.

The primal nature of the Un'Goro Crater rainforest was a pure kind of primality; the primal nature of the Stranglethorn Vale rainforest was the primality of all things springing forth and competing.

Stranglethorn Vale was the only region in Azeroth untouched by that earth-shaking war.

But it was far from peaceful. Jungle Trolls had lived here for tens of thousands of years, and had slaughtered one another in chaos for just as long. The fighting had turned the Gurubashi Empire into history, reduced dozens of troll cities in the jungle to ruins, and left Zul'Gurub, once one of the most prosperous troll cities, half-abandoned as it was today.

Now, this region brimming with life and danger alike had welcomed another chaotic day.

Rokhan was a young Jungle Troll of the Darkspear Tribe, one of Sen'jin's followers. Though young, he was a gifted hunter. At such an early age, he had already become a Darkspear Headhunter—bearing that title meant he had hunted down at least