Zuluhed followed Princess Talanji to Nazmir, riding a pterrordax.
Forests, swamps, and ruins defined Nazmir. Though it belonged to Zandalar, most of its territory lay beyond Zuldazar's control.
The Blood Trolls infested this vast land like a tumor, and small-scale wars broke out from time to time.
Reclaiming Nazmir and wiping out the Blood Trolls was another of Talanji's political goals. Zuluhed had assumed they had come to investigate the Blood Trolls' movements, until they reached Zul'Bar Outpost and black-and-gray shadows blotted out the entire sky.
Things were not as simple as he had imagined.
Zuluhed was one of the few shamans who had not fully accepted Gul'dan's fel power. Gul'dan treated the Horde like fools, but not every orc shaman was a fool.
His loyalty to the way of the elements allowed Zuluhed to retain control over elemental power.
When sentient beings died, their souls left the physical world for an unknown plane.
Yet there were exceptions to everything. Before Gul'dan came to power, the souls of many orc ancestors who followed shamanic teachings had remained in Oshu'gun, offering guidance and revelation to later generations of orcs.
Familiar wails of souls echoed in his ears, and Zuluhed sensed the low murmurs of spirits.
The power that called upon the ancestors revealed the truth of this shadowy place to Zuluhed.
From every direction, thousands upon thousands of troll souls advanced, step by step, toward the palace beneath the blood moon.
The subterranean palace, barely visible amid the shadows, was the final destination of all trolls after death.
An intangible pressure left Zuluhed struggling to breathe. The living should not set foot in a resting place for souls.
Seeing Zuluhed drenched in sweat, Zul smiled. "This is the Necropolis, the palace of Bwonsamdi, the loa of death. Bwonsamdi has no interest