Deathwing's Cryptic Ramblings

A man who was perhaps Azeroth's greatest terrorist stood before Tonatiuh and claimed he had come for peace.

The Troll King nearly laughed his teeth out.

"Peace? Whose peace? Your peace? The trolls' peace? Or the world's peace?"

Seated high upon the temple throne, Tonatiuh fixed his mismatched gold and silver eyes on Deathwing.

In truth, Tonatiuh no longer feared Deathwing as much as he once had. When he had faced Deathwing for the first time, his only support had been his ultimate move, strengthened by the system with the power of faith.

But now, Tonatiuh was stronger than before. His power and influence were stronger as well.

At the very least, if he needed to, he could now summon more than half of the troll Loa to his side to fight Deathwing alongside him.

A single Loa might not amount to much, but if every Loa of Zandalar and at least half the Gurubashi troll Loa joined forces, together with Tonatiuh himself, they had nothing to fear from the current Deathwing.

Deathwing had not yet gone mad. He was not yet the nearly invincible Deathwing of the Cataclysm!

It was precisely because his own strength had grown that the Troll King now had the courage to stand on equal footing with Deathwing.

Before, in order not to provoke Deathwing, he would never have spoken so bluntly.

"The world has changed." Deathwing's voice was soft, as though it came from beneath the earth.

"Even those decayed ones have sensed it. Something broke through the barrier and entered our world..."

"It roars beneath the deep sea. It is restless. Its tentacles tremble."

"The deep throat full of fangs has been forced to open its enormous maw and bare its teeth!"

"At the southernmost edge of our world! Beneath that barren desert!