"Keep quiet, all of you. Anyone who makes a sound loses his ears!" Zul'jin warned his kin in a low voice.
A band of trolls was moving through the forest, inching deeper into Quel'Thalas...
With his keen hearing, Zul'jin had already detected what seemed to be movement ahead, so he hurriedly instructed his followers not to make a sound.
All the Amani warriors obeyed Zul'jin's orders, making as little noise as possible along the way.
Yet every warrior's face bore an expression of bloodlust and excitement...
Zul'jin knew that the Amani Trolls had waited far too long for this day!
Those pointy-eared creatures had tormented the Amani for thousands of years... Ever since they appeared and built their kingdom on Amani sacred ground, they had spent millennia slowly eating away at the territory of the Amani Empire.
They were as agile as trolls, and although they could not climb as well, they had many other advantages... The most terrifying of these was their damned magic. The trolls had never encountered such strange tricks before. They had no way to retaliate against those mysterious attacks or break through their arcane defenses!
The only thing the trolls could rely on was their numbers, but even when the Amani fielded an army ten times the size of the elves', they could not drive these invaders from their sacred land or return to their homeland.
Thousands of years of stalemate... until a wise king appeared:
Jintha, king of the Amani!
He was a wise and courageous troll who ventured across the ocean to seek aid from the Zandalar Tribe on the mountains of Zandalar. He also received the voodoo spells of the prophet Zul, powerful enough even to summon mighty loa demigods!
Under Jintha's leadership, tens of thousands of troll warriors emerged without