Hakkar and the Blood God

The torrential rain over Stranglethorn Vale began pouring down again, drenching everything until the surroundings vanished into a vast blur. The unnamed great river winding down from the north swelled once more, losing yesterday's calm as muddy waves churned wildly amid the wind and rain.

The rain in Stranglethorn Vale was always fierce, driven by howling winds into slanting lines that swept white across heaven and earth. Layer upon layer of rain mist rose from the ground, shrouding everything in the jungle in murky darkness.

The wind raged and the rain lashed, just like the feelings of the Gurubashi Trolls currently in Stranglethorn Vale. No one knew when this storm that was about to sweep across Stranglethorn Vale would finally cease, or whether the trolls could survive it!

More than ten miles south of Zul'Gurub, a sentry camp had long been established. Ever since Zaun and the new Hakkari had risen in succession, the capital of the Jungle Trolls had not known a moment of peace.

Zul'Gurub had a long history, one that surpassed every non-troll, aqir-insect city in Azeroth. Only a scant few troll cities or insect cities could compare to Zul'Gurub in age.

From the founding of the Gurubashi Empire, Zul'Gurub had stood tall in this rain-soaked northern land. It looked down over the entire jungle, occupying the finest terrain in all of Stranglethorn Vale.

History had left countless traces upon this ancient troll city, the green moss and blue-green weathering marks covering nearly every structure being among the most obvious.

Amid the pouring rain.

The witch doctor Jin'do, his head drenched in rainwater, entered a simple building in the northern part of Zul'Gurub.

"Welcome. Jin'do the Godcaller, you have brought wind and rain to Zul'Gurub." A strong, towering Jungle Troll rose from his seat inside upon seeing