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When the Zandalari took advantage of the weakening of the blood trolls and invaded Nazmir, the central area of ​​this swamp, in the depths of the Titan ruins called the Heart of Darkness by the Zandalari locals, was still bound by the Titan seal. G'huun was listening to his men's reports.

"Great master."

A faceless man held up the tentacles of his right hand, and sent a small ball of condensed blood to the immobile G'huun.

G'huun is a monstrously twisted monster of flesh.

Although it is a man-made product of Titan, its form of existence is very similar to the real ancient gods, and it can even use fakes to forcibly seize the hands of other ancient gods for its own use.

"Shh!"

G'huun sucked the blood into his body with his tentacles without hesitation.

"This is... dragon blood?"

The Faceless Man bowed his head respectfully and replied: "Yes, the blood comes from a mortal with dragon blood, and through analysis of blood components, he is related to the giant dragon that fought against N'Zoth's men at sea a few years ago. "

"En'Zoth..."

After G'huun was born, he never left Odir, the titan's laboratory, and his knowledge of the outside world came from the subordinates of other ancient gods who plundered him.

The relationship between the Old Gods is not friendly. Everyone wants to be the one who finally monopolizes Azeroth, and they often fight openly and secretly with each other.

In the eyes of the orthodox Old Gods, man-made products like G'huun are just defective products.

But the strength of this defective product is unexpectedly not bad, and the three ancient gods who sent people to test it all took away some of their subordinates.

G'huun is also not interested in old gods who claim to be superior, such as N'Zoth, Yogg-Saron, and C'Thun.

G'huun would not hesitate at all if there was an opportunity to use someone else's hand to injure them severely.

"interesting."

After pondering for a moment, G'huun said in the faceless man's mind in a slightly lazy voice: "Wait and see what happens for now, maybe the half-blood dragon can bring us some surprises."

"As ordered."

The Faceless Man obeyed G'huun's order without any objection, and then asked another question.

"Master, do we need to send someone to support those stupid blood trolls?"

"Need not."

G'huun replied in a flat tone: "I haven't completely broken free from the seal, and now is not the time to completely tear myself apart from the Zandalar."

"Anyway, trolls are very fertile. As long as the blood trolls are not uprooted, at most one or two generations can recover their vitality."

"When necessary, I will take action to save some blood troll seeds. Leave the Zandalari alone, and show weakness to paralyze them. When the opportunity comes, I will counterattack with all my strength."

"yes."

...

The Zandalari, mobilizing most of the country's troops, advanced very quickly, and elite troops led by major generals surrounded and oppressed the Heart of Darkness from multiple directions around the swamp.

Many mistresses were killed by Toga and Sharlayan, and the blood trolls who were busy fighting for status couldn't stop the well-trained Zandalari army.

While Sharlayan was busy familiarizing himself with the newly learned necromancy and trying to balance the two opposing forces of life and death, the Zandalari trolls had already pushed their soldiers near the Heart of Darkness.

Including Nazwasa, most of Nazmir was retaken by the Zandalari, and the remaining blood trolls all hid in the final camp outside the Heart of Darkness.

The blessings of the kings of Lo'alezan counteracted G'huun's ubiquitous whispers, and the mighty Zandalari generals planned to break through the Heart of Darkness in one fell swoop and completely liberate this homeland that had been eroded by dark forces for many years.

King Rastakhan and Prophet Zul, who sit in Dazar'alor, know that it is not so easy.

The people below didn't know the details of G'huun, but thought it was an evil loa named Blood God.

Rastakhan, who had a close relationship with Rezan, was well aware of G'huun's true origins.

The ancient gods are not so easy to deal with, even the ancient gods who are being sealed.

"Just take it when you see it."

Under Zuul's suggestion, Rastakhan was not dazzled by the momentary victory.

Rezan's blessing is not omnipotent, and even it itself cannot guarantee whether it will be affected when facing G'huun himself.

If G'huun felt his life was threatened and went all out, not only would ordinary miscellaneous soldiers be unable to play a role on the battlefield, they might even turn around and increase the strength of the enemy.

The number of blood trolls in Nazmir has been reduced by at least 60%, and they will no longer be a threat to Zandalari for at least 20 years.

In order to prevent G'huun from jumping over the wall due to excessive pressure, Rastakhan adopted Zul's suggestion.

Finally, a large-scale air strike was launched by the pterodactyl knights on the remaining blood troll garrison, and Rastakhan ordered the entire army to withdraw to Zuldazar.

"Oh~"

Temporarily eliminating the threat from the northern swamp, Rastakhan relaxed and raised the golden wine glass in his hand to gesture to Zul with a smile.

"Speaking of which, thanks to that intruder of unknown origin who helped us open up the situation."

"Zul, did Bwonsamdi and Gani say something?"

Zuul shook his head lightly: "Bwonsamdi still looks weird."

"Gani had brief contact with the intruder, who is said to be a half-elf hybrid with high elf blood."

"High elves..."

A cold light flashed in Rastakhan's eyes: "Now is not the time to take action against our elven feud, let's let them be happy for a while longer."

"Zul, I'll give you another 10 years."

"Within 10 years, I want to see all the troll tribes submit to the Zandalari again. If they are still obedient after ten years..."

Zuul's eyes flickered slightly, and he accepted the task assigned by Rastakhan with a firm demeanor.

"Your Majesty, 10 years is enough tolerance. I believe that people of insight from all major clans will respond to your call."

...

Due to Sharlayan's intervention, the situation on the Zandalar Islands has undergone considerable changes.

Temporarily pacifying the hidden dangers of Nazmir, the top leaders of Zandalar began to focus on the world.

Under Rastakhan's order, Zul led a diplomatic mission to the Quartet again.

This time, Zandalari diplomats will not be as gentle as before, and must completely integrate all trolls within ten years.

After the conversation with Orfa ended, Sharlayan's face was a little cloudy and uncertain.

It was hard to see the hope of saving his mother, but Orfa poured cold water at the critical moment. It is understandable that Sharlayan was depressed.

Under the comfort of Valeera's soft voice, Sharlayan gradually adjusted her mentality.

"Hey~"

"You're right, things have to be resolved one by one."

"The most urgent task is to rescue the mother's soul from the gap between life and death. As for how to wake her up, it can only be rescued and then it depends on the situation."

Rubbing his cheeks, Sharlayan adjusted his mentality.

"By the way, I didn't have time to ask before."

Sharlayan looked at Valeera who was dressed in black from head to toe: "Is Quel'Thalas so dangerous now? You can't even show your face?"

Valeera spread her hands with a wry smile: "What do you think?"

"The return of Prince Kael'thas, who has been traveling for a long time, is equivalent to the official showdown of the Sun King in the eyes of the traditional nobles. He gradually withdraws the privileges in the hands of the nobles on the grounds of consolidating the royal power."

"The knife is on the neck, do you think those nobles who have been domineering for thousands of years would simply raise their hands and surrender?"

"Let's talk about domestic topics first, anyway, we won't go back for the time being."

Valeera's originally joking face turned serious: "Your Majesty sent me out not entirely to avoid the storm, but because I have something important to tell you."

"I?"

Sharlayan asked quite unexpectedly, "What's the matter?"

"Julian."

Hearing his father's name, Sharlayan's expression suddenly became serious.

"...Tell me in detail, what's wrong with Dad?"

Valeera rolled her eyes amusedly, raised her hands and pressed them down: "Don't get excited, your killing intent has been revealed."

"Huh~"

Taking a deep breath, Sharlayan controlled his emotions.

Salayan had never seen his mother since he was sensible. It was the single father Julian who brought him up with painstaking efforts.

Although Sharlayan didn't have a proper title of Daddy on the surface, Julian had an incomparable status in his heart.

Seeing that Sharlayan controlled his temper well, Valeera breathed a sigh of relief.

Growing up with Sharlayan, she knew better than anyone else the violent temper of this childhood sweetheart.

‘It’s true that I’ve grown up, at least in terms of emotional control, I’m much more mature than before. '

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Valeera told Sharlayan the important information she had obtained before leaving Quel'Thalas with a serious expression.

"Julian did encounter some crises, but it should not be life-threatening for the time being."

Sharlayan asked calmly, "Where is he? What happened?"

"The continent of Kalimdor."

Valeera said in a deep voice: "Blade of the Backlight is not very clear about the specific situation. According to the latest encrypted information he sent back, Julian is in trouble in the desert area south of Kalimdor."