The Zandalari Trolls

The moment the Blue Mogu fell, countless souls flew out of his body. Even Sylvanas frowned at the sight.

How many souls had been trapped in this place? Nathanos finally realized that he had underestimated the evil magic wielded by the Mogu.

"Long ago, Mo Feng was the keeper of Mogu'shan Vaults, responsible for guarding the treasures stored within these halls. After years of loyal service, he was caught stealing," Zhou Zhuo said.

"And his punishment was to have his soul trapped here?" Sylvanas sneered. Anyone would find such a punishment excessively cruel. "It seems every Mogu ruler was a tyrant."

Two monks had been wounded, and the road ahead was not suitable for bringing them along.

"There should be no danger behind us. Support each other and make your way out slowly," Nathanos told them.

The two Pandaren felt apologetic about withdrawing from the operation early. They slowly made their way back toward the vault entrance.

After seeing the wounded off, The Witherer had no choice but to consider whether this expedition was even feasible. "Zhou Zhuo, based on your experience, how long will it take us to reach the place where the treasures are stored?"

The Loremaster was leafing through an ancient book he had kept on his person. Without an accurate map, they could only search for clues among the scattered fragments in the records. "The book says there is a hidden chamber deep within the vault. Perhaps we should continue onward."

"No." Nathanos glared at the sealed door across from the circular platform for a moment. "We haven't been walking for long, yet we've already gone through two battles," he said.

Suddenly, Nathanos's eyes widened. "What's that sound?"

Sylvanas felt it too.

A pungent smell of sulfur and saltpeter gradually spread through the area. The Witherer