"Land of the Gods" in Zul'Drak, Trollish.
This is the territory of Troll Drakkari Horde. In Azeroth ancient times, Drakkari Troll thrived on this land of ice and snow. They were once all Azeroth Troll Among Horde, it is one of the Horde that maintains the most complete tradition and has the largest number.
And unlike Amani Trolls and Skullsplitter Troll, which have basically lost all territory, Drakkari Horde still maintains a fairly complete social class and even has its own unique civilization. The entire Zul'Drak is divided into Farming District, Colosseum and Sacrificial District from the southwest to the northeast. During the long time, the life of Troll here is actually quite peaceful.
They are also Zandalari Trolls's allies, the staunchest ones.
But as Dark Tide swept the world, Drakkari Horde was not spared. Endless Undead poured into Zul'Drak. Under such an outpouring of power, Drakkari Troll continued to retreat unsustainably, and finally completely gave up on the outermost Farming District. Around the Colosseum area, it struggled to resist the invasion of Undead.
Now, with the help of a group of despicable Troll who have taken refuge in Undead Scourge, Colosseum on the second floor is also in danger of falling.
Expanding the perspective to the entire Northrend, Zul'Drak suffered almost the greatest invasion from Undead. Three Scourge Necropolis, Voltarus, Zol'Ramas, and Kolramas were respectively arranged in Zul'Drak. South area, plus a Fortress City Drak'Tharon Keep that has been completely occupied by Undead Troll, Undead Plague is spreading almost all over the Zul'Drak area.
This is also a "source of troops" that Arthas attaches great importance to, because in a sparsely populated Northrend, it is not an easy task to find enough corpses.
Zul'Drak On the desolate snowfield, there is a tree with a long history. It is said that it was planted by the leader of the first generation Drakkari Troll. Its crown is the size of a town, and it is constantly scattered over time, like the most stubborn old man, unwilling to succumb to Fate's arrangements.
This tree is respectfully called "Zim'Torga" by Trolls, the place closest to nature.
At the moment, an important meeting is taking place under Zim'Torga's Tree Shade. On the ground outside the tree, endless snowflakes are floating, like the deepest shadow cast on the land, cold and silent, just like the arrival of death, silently.
"Loa has one less voice..."
Old Troll Golaya was still as weak as before, as if he was going to die in the next moment. He sat on Pine Chair, with a special stove of incense placed in front of him. The Gray breath of the incense floated in the air, and was inhaled into Golaya's nose, as if he was having a special communication with him.
Two Troll dressed in Priests stood around him, one wearing Green Serpent-Scale Robe, the other wearing Gray Robe, they are Drakkari Priests of Troll, but now, they are obviously on the side of Zandalar and Priests. Opposite them are the leaders of Uther and Knights of the Ebon Blade who look indifferent.
Jin'rokh the Breaker, formerly Zandalar Priests stayed outside Zim'Torga. The power from Thunder's Peak caused his body to undergo horrific mutations. This once thin Priests, now has become bigger than any barbarian soldier, with Blue-Purple Fel Runes still scattered around his body. He is stronger than before, but also more irritable. Only the voice of Golaya can calm him down.
God of War Jalak and Horridon of Invincible are currently fighting against their former kin. The problems within those Drakkari Troll are much more serious than a simple Scourge invasion.
Those Priests and the Betrayer of Drakkari committed an unforgivable crime in the eyes of Troll - stealing the power of Loa!
So Golaya has to face two enemies, Scourge and Drakkari, which he can't handle. This is why Uther arrives.
After a few minutes, the meditating old Troll raised his hands and opened his eyes.
"Three months ago, Deity Akali died fighting to protect Temple of Drakkari, but the Betrayer of Drakkari, blasphemous Galdarah Desecration took the corpse of the powerful Loa Akali, imprisoned Akali's Divine Power and soul in his body, and tried to reach the state of Deity. This is an unforgivable sin!"
Golaya's eyes swept back, and Drakkari Priests, who saw his cold eyes, couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
"And you! Slad'ran and Moorabi, although you did not drink the blood of Deity voluntarily, you still committed a major crime and deserved to be executed! However, the current situation is terrible, so I will spare your life for the time being. If you are not dead after the war, I will personally preside over your punishment. You will be hung on the frozen cliff and endure the torture of the cold wind until the great Serpent God Until Sseratus and Fierce Mammoth God Mam'toth forgive you!"
Hearing this cold voice, Slad'ran and Moorabi breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, which meant that they had temporarily saved their lives, but this kind of internal affairs of Troll obviously not everyone likes to hear.
"Troll, stop pretending, tell me, where should we go? How many should we kill?"
Uther stroked the bone hilt of Runeblade Apocalypse impatiently. Death Aura heard Death Aura in no time, making Giant Trees Zim'Torga swayed for a while, which even angered the Cheetah God of Deity...Troll who was resting under the tree, a powerful creature named Har'koa.
It raised its head, and the head that was the size of ten adults stared at Uther. The blue aura flowing in its eyes was cold and mysterious. This head was snow-white, with black spots all over its body, and Troll with starlight scattered on its body. Deity was obviously in a bad mood. As one of the five beasts Deity that protected Zul'Drak, it watched helplessly as its companions were killed by believers or died in Scourge's attacks. This undoubtedly brought this beast Deity Anger to the extreme.
Now he smelled Death Power and Har'koa, which disgusted him so much, that he couldn't bear it any longer.
"Okay, great Har'koa, put aside your anger, they are not enemies!"
Golaya stood up tremblingly and bowed respectfully towards Cheetah God. Only then did Har'koa stop preparing to attack. Old Troll turned around again and looked at Uther expressionlessly.
"Mighty Death Knight, you are the same, your anger is burning in a meaningless direction, we are not your enemies! Remember this!"
Uther did not speak. Old Troll breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the outskirts of Zim'Torga, and pointed to the tall fortress in the southwest that was looming in the wind and snow.
"That's Drak'Salon Keep, Drakkari Troll was once one of the most glorious City, but now, it has been occupied by the shameful Traitor, Drakuru. That bastard took refuge in Lich King. He thought he could win everything he wanted, but he didn't know that all he could get was defeat!"
Golaya turned his head and looked at Uther,
"Can you bring his downfall?"
Leader Death Knight grinned, "I can... but what can I gain? Troll, death makes us more realistic, the glory has left us, so I need a reason, although I am happy to teach those bastards who have taken refuge in Lich King a lesson."
Golaya seemed to have considered the possibility of this situation for a long time. He rubbed his wrists slowly, and on the arms under his wrists that were exposed from time to time, streaks of blue-purple lightning Runes flashed across his skin.
Obviously, Jin Rok was not the only one to receive the enhancement, it was part of the agreement, and Dick was a person who abided by the agreement.
"I know that your greatest wish is to destroy that Dark Lord."
Golaya looked at Uther Ice Blue's colored eyes, "The whole Zul'Drak will become your soldiers!"
Uther shook his head, "Not enough! I would rather use my own strength to complete my Revenge."
Golaya's eyes widened and he spread his hands, "This land is so barren. Although Drakkari has a lot of wealth, it is meaningless to you. The powerful Undead Bones was also taken away by Lich King, so I am curious, what do you want to get from this land?"
Uther chuckled, and glanced at Har'koa lying under the tree. The ultimate physical strength had reached its peak, even if it was not far from the peak of Life Energy's strength. That kind of body was almost born for war. Deep in his eyes, a flash of greed flashed.
Malice is gathering and dispersing, Cheetah God Har'koa obviously felt the malice of Uther, but it didn't care. Although Death Knight was strong, Demigod was only one person away from this distance. The beast Deity that is just a step away is not a threatening opponent. The only thing Har'koa can be afraid of is Bone Runeblade in the hands of Uther.
It bared its teeth at Uther, which was an unabashed... provocation, but the next moment, Uther withdrew its gaze.
His greed completely fell into Golaya's eyes. Old Troll said in a deep voice,
"You are seeking something very dangerous! Uther! That is something that even Dick dare not get involved with!"
"I know..."
Uther interrupted Golaya's dissuasion. He waved his hand and pointed to the northwest, "I know that Loa is your the Most High belief. I also know that they have the power of Transcendence Mortal World. Naturally, I will not anger those crazy souls. What I want is another thing!"
Death Knight's tongue licked his dry lips, and he lowered his voice,
"A month ago, Undead Scourge besieged Altar of Sseratus, Drakkari Troll ruthlessly killed his own Serpent God in order to resist Undead Sseratus, and distributed its power to many Warrior, this is something that makes people Sorrow, but I know that Sseratus's body was collected by you... I want that body!"
"In my hands it will become the sharpest weapon to destroy Undead, but in your hands it will be worthless. Those damn Troll also forced the powerful Akali to death, didn't they? The body of the god Rhino is the best, but it is gone, so..."
Uther glanced at Golaya and said in an extremely firm tone, "I only want it! Sseratus's body."
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Golaya chuckled with unknown meaning while looking at Uther,
"You are indeed a greedy bastard... But you are right. Once the beast Deity is killed, its soul will belong to the Loa group. There is really no use for us to keep that body, and Wind Serpent God Quetz'lun was also plotted by her Prophet... but it only left Bones, so you shouldn't dislike it either."
Uther raised his eyebrows. He didn't believe that Troll in front of him would do a good thing like buy one, get one free, so he asked directly,
"So... what's the price?"
Golaya waved his hand, "We are friends, aren't we? I would love to give you that Bones, but Quetz'lun's Bones is hidden by her Prophet. He is hiding in Altar of Quetz'lun. He thinks we can't find him. How stupid!"
After Uther waved Blood Red Cloak, the snowflakes on the ground flew freely in the air, "Let your people take me there, I will help you get rid of those guys, and then Drak'Salon Keep belongs to us, and the rest is your own business."
There was a smile in Golaya's eyes,
"Of course, deal! You will be Drakkari Troll's new friend, I have no doubt about it! By the way, those three Scourge Necropolis..."
"That will be Ebon Blade's trophy, Bridgehead against Lich King, so... don't get confused!"