Four Monarchs

"Losing to you lot is humiliating, but it doesn't matter. It's time for me to find my next body. Death is merely a window."

After being defeated, the Troll priest burst into laughter. His soul flew out of his body and swiftly vanished from sight.

Nathanos had originally wanted to question him further, but he had left too quickly.

"It seems the Trolls are planning something major." Sylvanas had also noticed that the Troll corpses on the ground came from different tribes.

"There have always been conflicts among the Trolls, yet now they've united." Nathanos forcefully shook most of the blood from his sword, his gaze naturally falling upon the corpse of a Zandalari Troll. "Fortunately, I didn't see any Darkspear Trolls. They must have refused the offer to unite."

"That isn't quite so reassuring. They're still serving Hellscream."

Whenever Garrosh was mentioned, Nathanos would occasionally think of Alleria. What would she do under the rule of darkness? It seemed to have nothing to do with him. The Witherer tried to drive that elven lady from his mind.

"Let's keep going deeper. The sooner we get the clapper, the sooner we can leave this place."

The brief rest could not change the fact that another three monks had withdrawn due to their injuries. The only good news was that the Trolls had helped blast open the door to another chamber. However, the commotion might already have alerted the guards inside.

Sylvanas suddenly thought of something. "Since this is Mogu Mountain's treasury, the Mogu Monarchs throughout history should have stored their treasures here."

"Perhaps not just treasures." Nathanos did not turn around. The Female Elf did not understand what he meant. Only the Witherer knew that when he had arrived at Mogu'shan Palace, he had heard a voice.

At first, the