The Sword

A Cloud Serpent four or five times the size of an ordinary one hovered in midair. Its head hung limp, its eyes closed and lifeless, yet purple and blue energy intertwined around it. The corpse of Narax the Cloud Serpent was being awakened!

Those energies were undoubtedly being supplied by Shan'bu beneath its body. An eerie creature's face was inscribed on the ground beneath the Mogu warlord's feet. Taran Zhu did not know whether it was the Thunder King's visage. If it was, he hoped the Mogu Emperor could witness his subordinate's defeat with his own eyes.

"Shan'bu, are you still trying to create a god? When will you ever learn your lesson?"

Shan'bu, who had been absorbed in his work, heard Taran Zhu's voice. When he opened his eyes, the Pandaren had already thrown open the courtyard gates.

So the Zandalari Trolls had all failed? What useless trash. He sneered inwardly, though he still needed them for now.

Shan'bu said disdainfully to Taran Zhu, "Who needs gods anymore? We have the Thunder King! Trolls, move! Stop them. I'm nearly finished."

A group of Trolls surrounded him, more than twice the number of allies at Taran Zhu's side. This time, however, many ragtag fighters had joined them. Only a small portion were Zandalari; the rest belonged to other Troll tribes.

"Tao Ya, take out their shamans. Aria, we need healing."

Though Taran Zhu had not assigned the Forsaken a task, more than a dozen arrows flew over his head as he charged forward, launching the first wave of attacks against the Trolls. Taran Zhu knocked down a Sand Troll with a flying kick. Then he dodged, slipped back, and rolled. The enemy attacks came in a relentless series of combinations, yet not one could touch the Pandaren.

When the Trolls