Northern Stranglethorn Vale, Zul'Kunda. ~Suimeng~xiaoshuo~щ~suimene~lā
This is the ruins of an ancient Troll city, once home to 20,000 Bloodscalp Trolls, but with the fall of the Gurubashi Empire, less than 5,000 remain.
The Bloodscalp Chieftain " Gan Zulaan," a powerful Troll Warrior, is the ruler of this place, but the most awe-inspiring figure is the High Priest of the Tiger God " Shivarra ": Thekal.
Because Thekal was the only one who could communicate with " Shivarra," and only he could convey " Shivarra's" orders, his status was subtly superior to Gan Zulaan's.
However, Thekal "disappeared" a month ago and has not returned. It is said that he heard the call of "a mysterious being" and went to Zul'Gurub.
Before his return, the chief priest of the Bloodscalp Clan was a fellow known as " the Nezzliok the Dire ".
At this very moment, in the best-preserved Temple of Shivarra in Zul'Kunda, three unexpected visitors disturb the Tranquility of this ancient city.
These were three Troll, each eight feet tall, holding wooden scepters, their bodies hunched over.
Troll are not very productive, and most Troll have a habit of exposing their upper bodies. However, these three Troll are dressed in magnificent and intact wooden armor, with expensive purple-blue cloaks over them, and they are holding scepters inlaid with large gems. They don't look like the local Jungle Trolls of Stranglethorn Vale at all.
They have a more noble status:
Zandalari Trolls!
They come from the oldest and most powerful Zandalar Tribe; they are messengers sent by the Dark Prophet!
"What's your decision, powerful Gan Zulaan, chieftain of the Bloodscalp Clan?"
The leading Zandalar high priest spoke with unquestionable authority, " The Atal'ai have returned! They have summoned the Soulflayer once more! All the Troll of Stranglethorn Vale must unite! Hakkar does not belong in this world!"
"Are you joking, Your Excellency?"
The Bloodscalp Chieftain was also hunched over, holding a giant axe in each hand with blades made of bone spikes, stained with dark red blood, clearly having just drunk blood.
He looked up at the Zandalar high priest before him, a cruel glint in his eyes. "You want me to join forces with those vile beings to deal with the legendary ' Hakkar '? Sorry, we don't have the manpower!"
" The Bloodscalp Clan is the most powerful clan in Stranglethorn Vale; you have at least five thousand members!"
The Zandalar high priest bowed his head, a glint of light appearing in his cloudy old eyes. " The Zandalar are the rulers of all Troll, Rastakhan is the common king of all Troll, Zul the Dark Prophet is the spokesperson for all gods. You dare disobey their commands?"
" Zandalar Rastakhan Zul?"
Chief Bloodscalp laughed as if he'd heard a joke, bursting into breathless laughter.
"What are you laughing at?" the Zandalar high priest asked calmly.
" Zandalar? A bunch of guys who only know how to study magic and history? We haven't had any contact with you for over a thousand years! Who can prove that Rastakhan and Zul really exist? You think you can get five thousand Bloodscalp Trolls to risk their lives for you with just three emissaries?"
Chieftain Bloodscalp brandished his battle axe with a bang, the air crackling and the stench of blood filling the entire temple. "Remember, I am the chieftain of the Bloodscalp Clan! Above the Bloodscalp Clan, there is no King Rastakhan, no Dark Prophet! Here, I call the shots!"
"So, you don't plan to join forces with other clans to deal with Atal'ai and Hakkar?"
The Zandalar high priest coldly said, "So, you intend to let the Atal'ai grow powerful, let Hakkar rule over all the Troll, let the last glory of the Gurubashi Empire be defiled by the Soulflayer, and let the few remaining members of the Gurubashi become food for the Blood God? Your souls will be enslaved by Hakkar, and even in death, you will become Hakkar's servants!"
"I care more about what my people eat today than about the Atal'ai and Hakkar! I care more about the crystals that bring us power and wealth! I care more about the people dying tragically in the war with the Atal'ai than..."
"I'd rather they cut off those damned Goblin' heads to save their lives!" Chieftain Bloodscalp swung his battle axe once more, and a dozen Troll surrounded him. Their staffs and battle axes gleamed coldly, and their eyes were filled with hostility as they looked at the three Zandalari Trolls.
Troll eat people and other animals, but they don't have the habit of eating Troll.
But sometimes it's good to try something new!
"Get out! Get out of here! Never set foot on Bloodscalp's territory again! Otherwise, I won't hesitate to wipe you all out!"
A cruel glint appeared on Chief Bloodscalp's face. "Get out of Zul'Kunda until I change my mind!"
"You'll regret this, Bloodscalp Chieftain." The Zandalar High Priest remained expressionless.
Chieftain Bloodscalp and the other Troll gave a cold laugh.
The Zandalar high priest looked up, glanced one last time at the Bloodscalp Chieftain, and then turned and left.
The other two Zandalar messengers also turned and followed, their steps faltering.
Throughout, they maintained a haughty attitude and did not take the Bloodscalp Chieftain seriously at all.
"Perhaps we shouldn't reject them outright."
The Bloodscalp Priest " Nezzliok " approached, the tip of his staff gleaming with a crimson light. " Thekal went to Zul'Gurub and hasn't returned. The Atal'ai Troll have truly returned; they've likely summoned Hakkar!"
"So what? What's it to us?"
Chieftain Bloodscalp said coldly, "I've received more information! This isn't the first batch of Zandalar envoys. The last batch entered Zul'Gurub a month ago and never came out! They've probably been enslaved by Hakkar!"
The Bloodscalp Priest suddenly said, "It seems the Zandalar aren't capable of dealing with Zul'Gurub either! Why don't we kill them? There's a guy with a nice staff and good gear; I've got my eye on him!"
"They can't die! If they die, who will contact Skullsplitter and Gurubashi?"
Chieftain Bloodscalp looked south. "Let Skullsplitter and Gurubashi deal with Hakkar! Let the other smaller clans deal with Hakkar! Once they're both weakened, Stranglethorn Vale will be ours! As for Thekal, that guy who uses Shivarra Revelation to command me all day, he should have died long ago! Don't you want him dead? Do you want the High Priest position you finally got to be taken back by Thekal?"
The chief and the priest exchanged a glance and both sneered.
The three Zandalar messengers left Zul'Kunda, but did not go far.
They suddenly stopped, and the leader's eyes suddenly went out of focus; he heard the voice of a great being.
He knelt down with a thud and prostrated himself in worship.
Three minutes later, he let out a soft sigh and then walked in a certain direction.
Meanwhile, Vol'jin, the chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe, also arrived in Zul'Kunda.
He had just sneaked in, trying to find out about his son, when he suddenly froze, lost in a daze.
He heard the voice of Bwonsamdi, the "god of death and souls".
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