The Second Military Reform

"Did you hear what I just said? My three rules for the Stranglethorn Vale Trolls." Tonatiuh paid no attention to the Jungle Trolls' astonishment and directly questioned Bwonsamdi.

Bwonsamdi, clamping a hand tightly over his mouth, nodded quickly to indicate that he had heard.

"I want you to bear witness to these three rules!"

Bwonsamdi nodded again.

"Those who violate these three rules shall suffer endless torment in your realm."

The god of death still nodded.

"Very good. There is nothing more for you to do here, future destination of all things in Azeroth!"

The God-King spoke with satisfaction.

Hearing certain words in the God-King's statement, the ghostly fire deep within Bwonsamdi's pupils flickered several times. Then he gave Tonatiuh a deep bow.

The god of death's figure gradually faded. In the time it took the trolls to blink, he had vanished from the air.

Bwonsamdi had left.

As the temperature in the hall, lowered by his arrival, rapidly rose again, the Gurubashi Trolls let out a collective sigh of relief—regardless of what kind of troll they were, few wished to share a room with Bwonsamdi.

Who would want to stay with the god of death?

Watching the trolls relax after Bwonsamdi's departure, Tonatiuh expressionlessly announced another matter that shocked the Gurubashi Trolls.

"We all know that Stranglethorn Vale has a river. Everyone calls it the Great River. Humans, meanwhile, call it the Elwynn River or the Nefriti River!"

"Yet in Stranglethorn Vale, it belongs to us! Therefore, it must have a troll name! From this day onward, I do not care what it is called elsewhere! But within Stranglethorn Vale, its name shall be the Gurubashi River! This is the river of the Jungle Trolls!"

"My armies! The expeditionary forces from Zandalar and Zutona have already arrived at the