As Mam'toth said, there is a secret passage on the back of Gundrak. Through here, you can directly bypass the defense in front, go deep into Gundrak, and launch an attack on Frost King Malakk and his men from behind.
"It's just that there is something wrong with this passage..." Akali explained, "This passage is very narrow. We have to reduce our size if we want to enter. Moreover, the road is not easy to walk, and it is impossible to accommodate too many people to enter at the same time."
As he said that, Akali glanced at the large troops piled in the square in front of Gundrak, which obviously meant that it was impossible for all these people to enter Gundrak in one go.
After a simple discussion, a few Loa and Aaron finally entered Gundrak. Anyway, the internal space of this city is not very big, and it cannot be used if there are many people entering. It is better to only bring a few people in.
With the strong power of the Loas, this infiltration operation went very smoothly. All Trolls who blocked the road were killed one by one. The group finally came to the defense line organized by the remaining Ice Trolls headed by Frost King Malakk.
This passage is not only known to Akali himself, but his priests are also aware of it, which makes Ice Trolls be prepared for it. However, in the face of the absolute gap in strength, this defensive effect is not very obvious.
"I will never admit defeat!" As the supreme leader of Drakkari Troll, Malakk and his cronies fought to the end. Even in the face of Aaron's fierce attack, they relied on the internal terrain of Gundrak to resist.
However, the Ice Troll king suffered a very serious loss of power, especially after several Loa priests were killed. The number of spellcasters under him was already less than double digits, no matter how strong their will to resist was. He could only watch helplessly as his own manpower was continuously reduced, until finally, the last Ice Troll beside the Frost King fell under the sharp claws of Har'koa, leaving only Malakk alone.
Malakk wears a feather crown symbolizing his status on his head, and a gorgeous armor on top. The huge battle ax in his hand is as tall as a man, showing his fierce force.
"Malakk, even at this time, do you still want to continue struggling?" Akali, who had shrunk in size, looked at Malakk, who was covered in blood, and said in a low voice.
"Akali, I have to admit, I thought things were too simple." Malakk stood in front of the throne with a battle ax and glanced at the few Loa present, "I thought that even if you would resist, you wouldn't be so determined. I didn't expect..."
Having said this, Malakk glanced at Aaron, "I didn't expect you would join forces with outsiders to launch a surprise attack at the most critical moment. We still had a chance, but it's a pity."
Looking at Malakk who sighed deeply, Akali roared angrily, "If you didn't want to seize our power, how could we do this?"
"Haha, what a great thing to say," Malakk showed a sarcastic smile on his face, and then the watch quickly disappeared, "If you can help us survive this crisis, why should I do anything to you? After all, we have coexisted for tens of thousands of years. If you hadn't completely lost the use value, how could I..."
Malakk's watch became a little crazy, and he raised the battle ax in his hand and pointed at the several Loa present, "You will only blindly ask for our offerings, but you can't even contain the plague spreading among my people. In order to avoid the worst outcome, I can only ask you to make your due contribution to the continuation of the Drakkari Tribe."
"You lunatic, are you going to attack us just because we can't come up with a solution to the plague at the moment?" Sseratus stared at Malakk angrily, wishing that he would immediately pounce on him and swallow him into his stomach. "Do you know that many of our descendants have also been infected with the plague. You don't want to solve the plague, but you have taken advantage of us."
"Hahahaha, your descendants? They are just a group of beasts. It doesn't matter if they die. If this continues, Drakkari Tribe will be completely destroyed." Malakk's mental state became unstable. He put down the battle ax in his hand and raised his hands to draw a big circle. "The people from Zandalar showed me the future ending of Drakkari. No matter it is Ice Troll or you will die, the whole Zul'Drak will become Undead's paradise, and everyone will die!"
"In order to avoid the worst solution, and to allow Drakkari to continue, what does it matter even if you all die?"
"Wait a minute, what did you say Zandalari Trolls made you see?" Aaron interrupted Malakk, who was almost hysterical, and asked with a frown, "You said Drakkari will become Undead's paradise?"
"Yes, I have seen everything. The Necropolis of Undead will come to our territory like a dark cloud and slaughter all the Ice Troll. My people will either become the nourishment of Undead or they will become new Undead. The entire Zul'Drak will It will become a paradise of death, and there will be no more living people." At this point, Malakk showed a crazy smile, "And not only us, humans, but also your country will become a paradise for Undead. No one on this planet will be able to star, and everyone will have only one ending: to become a walking dead and join those abominable Undead."
"Do you really believe that?"
"Of course not," Malakk flatly denied, "These Zandalar guys have not contacted us for tens of thousands of years, and now they come to me and tell me that we are in danger of a disaster. How can I believe them so easily?"
"However, the development of things has confirmed their statement step by step. Drak'Tharon has fallen, Undead are constantly attacking our defense lines, and the plague is spreading. I have no choice but to deal with them before Undead develops!"
As he spoke, Malakk became even more excited, "It's all your fault. It's all because you are unwilling to sacrifice for Drakkari's future that Drakkari became like this."
Before he finished speaking, Malakk suddenly picked up the battle ax that he had just thrown aside, and rushed towards Akali who was closest to him, shouting, "It's all your fault!"
However, this kind of unorganized attack could not hurt Akali at all. The rhinoceros god just shook his head lightly and used the sharp horn on the top of his head to lift the tomahawk. With another force, Malakk was thrown against the wall along with the axe, killing him on the spot.
With the death of the Frost King, the internal resistance of Gundrak completely ended. This meant that the Drakkari Troll clan that had occupied this land for thousands of years was exterminated, leaving only a few sporadic clan members living outside.