Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Malak! Malak, you pathetic loser! You and your followers are a bunch of pathetic cowards!"

The low roar echoed on the snowy altar outside Gudak's palace, like bursts of endless thunder. This roar was full of the humiliation of betrayal and the anger that was constantly accumulating.

Along with the roar, there was also the collision of chains.

In the northernmost part of Zul'Drak, in a solemn place shrouded in gloom, a violent beast, Loa, was bound to the body by chains soaked in voodoo and magic.

Hundreds of frost troll warriors were pulling on thick chains all around. These barbaric warriors who grew up in the wild north needed to do their best to control the trampling and shaking of the giant beast in front of them.

In addition to the chains, the priests of the Drakkari trolls were also casting spells all around, using ancient and vicious vicious spells to continuously weaken the trapped North Loamatos.

This is a frost mammoth with a mane.

It has a body as huge as a hill and a skin as solid as granite.

The two curved and rough ivory tusks are like two terrifying guillotines. Together with the natural brute force of Mutos, they can easily destroy everything that tries to block it.

Ghuntos was once the god of brute strength worshiped by the frost trolls. It meant invincible glory on this land.

It is said that it is also the main god of the mammoth people who are ravaging all over Northrend.

But compared to the trolls who can forage for food and find sacrifices for Loa, and speak nicely, the powerful and savage Gotos obviously does not like his descendants who are more violent, savage and difficult to tame.

It stays with the frost trolls all year round, enjoying the shrines and altars built for it by the trolls near Gudak Palace. While enjoying the tributes offered by the trolls, it will also use its own power generously. Give it to the Drakkari trolls.

Guanthos did not think as much as the other Loa.

It is a rough and simple character, and does not think much about the future.

It has always felt that its partnership with trolls was perfect. Trolls exchange food and tribute for power. They can find food without going out and enjoy the rainbow fart praises of the priests.

Even beasts must pay attention to "spiritual life".

It's a pity that this "perfect cooperation" came to an end not long ago. From a certain day, its troll believers began to ask for more power from it, which in the eyes of Ghatus was not in line with the rules.

The amount of tribute will be exchanged for the amount of power, this is what was agreed before.

However, considering that it also heard that some strange undead were attacking Zul'Drak in large numbers, the trolls needed strength to defend themselves against the enemy, so at the begging of the priests, Mighty Mortos agreed to the unfair deal.

But this concession is just the beginning.

The trolls' need for power increases day by day, but the tribute they can give becomes less and less.

The priests trusted by Mammoth have been using various reasons to frustrate the Mammoth God's demand for tribute, and even quietly cut off the Mammoth God's contact with other Loa.

The result was that when the muscular brain of Mutos finally realized that something was wrong, something was really wrong.

"let me go!"

The desolate roar of elephants stirred in the cold wind, and Mutos looked at the trolls with different expressions around him, their eyes bursting with anxiety, fear, and shame.

But it’s more about expectations.

It is the anticipation of something desired.

Guanthus has seen such light countless times in the eyes of the weak who seek power from him. Unfortunately, this time, these trolls who usually respect him hope to get more from it than what is casually given to him. Strength.

The gazes and fanatical shouts of those who wanted to eat it apart made the powerful Mammoth God feel that his disaster was coming.

A rare "fear" actually rose in its heart.

It's like a giant statue surrounded by a group of ants. Although the ants are so small and the giant elephant is so big, when the ants are hungry enough and the number is large enough, even the elephant will be chewed into bones.

"Ouch!"

Guantos's frenzied struggle quickly exhausted its remaining strength. It was pulled to its knees by the bloodthirsty trolls in a low scream, and fell like a crumbling hill.

Its fall caused the ground to break into cracks, and the surrounding frost trolls who were waiting eagerly cheered loudly, making the scene even more frenzied.

The huge mammoth tried to get up but was unable to do so. It was poisoned by its own priests, causing it to become weak. It was also tied with special chains to the platform where tributes were usually enjoyed. The tied body was just like the sacrifices that had been offered to it in the past. The product is equally embarrassing.

Mattos even had an illusion.

It feels like it is today’s “tribute”.

"Marak! Your Majesty! The great Frost King! Say something! Do something! We are all watching you! Execute the iron laws we need!"

Amid fanatical and crazy cheers and howls, Malak, the Frost Troll King, who was defended by the Drakkari Rhino Knights, finally stood up from his skull-shaped throne.

He wears the full set of clan armor as the troll commander, and wears two cold frost battle axes on his waist. He also has an ancient bone bow slung on his body, which he will use when fighting against a bag of troll headhunters. poisonous spear.

Compared with the last time he met Black, the Frost King of the North, who was in his prime, was obviously much haggard and older.

Perhaps it was because of the psychological pressure caused by the unsatisfactory battle situation, or perhaps because he had to sacrifice another Loa with his own hands, which made him feel complicated. In short, the most powerful frost troll could no longer see any happiness and relaxation on his face. possible traces.

As the other trolls watched, Frost King Malak, who was standing on the skull throne carried by the barbarians, raised his left hand, like a silent command, causing the entire altar to become silent in an instant.

He stared at the God Loa who was lying on the ground in front of him, struggling but unable to break away. A look of contempt flashed in his eyes as ruthless as ice, and he asked in a cold voice:

"Then, Zul'Drak's god of brute force, the powerful and invincible Ghatus, as a god worshiped by the Drakkari trolls for hundreds of years, you have seen those vicious dead attacking the ground beneath our feet.

You know, your followers need strength.

But they are humble and dare not speak to the gods so directly. As the king of the frost trolls, I will ask them on their behalf.

Mattos!

Are you willing to give your power to troll warriors who need it? O powerful spirit born in this land, are you willing to do whatever it takes to help us fight against the evil dead? "

Malak's inquiry was straightforward, without any sloppiness or even any verbal concealment. He just barely said the words "Tool Man Loa" clearly.

But this inquiry made Mattos, who was already in a desperate situation, even more angry.

The Mammoth God slammed the ground with its heavy ivory, causing the masonry to break into pieces. It used this bursting action to represent its dissatisfaction and resistance, and it roared:

"I have given every blessing I can to you to each of your warriors! At the request of those cunning traitors, I created hundreds of Mammoth Power warriors for you in just half a month!

I am not so generous to my own blood descendants!

But you are still not satisfied! "

"Because it's really not enough!"

Faced with the rebuttal of Mutos, Frost King Malak did not hide it at all. He answered directly and straightforwardly:

"The mammoth warriors you created for us have already suffered numerous casualties on the front line. Although they killed ten times their number of enemies before dying in battle, it was still not enough!

Those powerful warriors could not resist the call of the evil force of death. Every time one of them fell, the power of the natural disaster increased by one point.

We need warriors who can defy death!

We need true warriors of the gods! "

"You're crazy!"

The mammoth god shouted:

"Even if I were willing, it would take at least ten years to train a group of divine warriors for you. Wait! I know what you are going to do, madman!

You crazy lunatic!

I smell the curse of Quesluen on this chain. The cunning wind snake did not die in the hands of the undead!

You killed it!

You drained the divine power of Quesluen and created so many fallen warriors of the gods for you."

Mattos finally came to his senses.

When it saw the dozens of troll berserkers, headhunters and priests with divine power around Malak, it realized where its biggest crisis today came from.

Its beastly instincts were spot on.

It is actually the "tribute" that Malak will offer to the Frost Trolls today!

"We need at least three hundred divine warriors to withstand the undead's army."

Frost King Malak stood on his throne. He raised his left hand and shouted loudly:

“You useless loa enjoy the offerings from the Drakkari trolls on weekdays, and you greedily devour the scarce resources on this land.

You should abide by the ancient divine covenant.

Now your believers need your protection!

You must take shelter!

I need a divine warrior with your undefeatable power!

If you don’t give it to me, I’ll take it myself!

The Drakkari trolls deserve this!

We have already paid the price of sustenance in the past for today's hunt, executioner! Kill it! Pierce its heart, remove its fangs, and take away all available organs.

My loyal soldiers!

In the name of this earth, today, I will allow you to feed on the gods! "

Malak roared and waved the frost ax in his hand.

At his command, a dozen specially made thick spears with barbs pierced the skin of Mammoths, causing the hot blood of the Mammoth God to spurt out.

The terrible pain made Mattos' eyes widen, but it did not let out a weak howl. Instead, the beast's eyes burst out with terrifying murderous intent and cold determination.

As a simple and savage Loa, Ghatuth was able to achieve his current fame in the cunning and deceitful Zul'Drak. In addition to being indeed powerful, there is another point that cannot be ignored.

This guy is so reckless!

When he saw the crazy frost trolls around him screaming and rushing towards it, really planning to feed on the "gods", the weak body but still violent soul made up his mind.

It knew that it would never survive today, but it didn't want to take advantage of these crazy idiots.

It's going to blow them up!

Take these trolls who held themselves up high in peacetime and now try to sacrifice themselves as tributes in times of disaster to go to hell!

"Bang, bang"

The low beating of the heart echoed on the altar like a war drum.

That was Guantos stimulating the power of his heart. It wanted to turn the divine power that the frost trolls longed to steal from its corpse into firewood, compressing it and bursting out in an instant.

It will blow all the treacherous bastards in front of it into powder!

Do you want this power?

good!

bring it on.

Come closer and I'll give it to you right now!

"not good!"

When he saw the frightening determination in Guanthus' eyes, Frost King Malak immediately realized that something was wrong. The bad temper of the mammoth god in front of him actually broke out at this critical moment.

It was indeed different from the weak Quesluen. It would not be willing to accept the fate of being slaughtered and eaten.

"Walk!"

When the Frost Troll King gave an order, the Drakkari barbarians carrying his skull throne immediately turned around and ran away. While countless fanatical troll warriors rushed towards the weak Loa, their leader gave up at this moment. they.

Obviously, Malak had a very clear understanding of the destructive power of Loa's divine power after self-destruction.

Everything seemed hopeless.

He will lose many brave warriors in vain, which is really a loss-making business.

But just as Malak retreated, a black shadow broke through the clouds in the sky with cold black snow. Amid the howls of the undead pirates and wind elements, the new pirate god laughed and fell from the sky.

Garboa, wearing a blood-red looting captain's hat, waved the hot-wind scimitar in his hand, and the storms mixed with shadows and poisons swept across the altar filled with scorching divine power like a long whip.

This scene was seen by Malak, but the Frost King just sneered in return.

These guys try to save Mattos.

But they can't do it!

The divine power of the Mammoth God has reached its final stage of self-destruction, just like a bomb that has entered a countdown. Nothing can stop this explosion of energy that kills all things.

"Shua"

While the Death God opened fire fiercely in the sky, driving away the frost trolls on the ground, a black shadow flickered in front of the howling Mutos.

Not Blake!

But Maiev.

And Her Highness the Troll Princess Talanji, who was grabbed by her neck and held in her hand in a very unseemly manner.

"I'm warning you, elf! If you dare to be so rude to me again, I will tie you to the gallows. I swear in the name of the Golden Dynasty! I am a noble princess!"

After landing, Princess Talanji, who was extremely embarrassed, yelled at Maiev.

Maiev ignored her, turned around, and rushed into the chaotic battlefield and started to raise her sword. Maiev seemed to enjoy such killings, but this was normal. The hatred between the elves and trolls was even the most stupid quilboar. knew.

The noble Princess Talanji was so angry that her teeth were itching, but she had no choice but to stamp her feet angrily, then turned around and fell to her knees with a thud.

She opened her arms and called out the name of the King of Souls in front of Guantos.

"O great Raizan, show your majesty and mercy and save this desperate spirit before you!"

Following Princess Talanji's call, golden and blue smoke rolled up, and a huge phantom of Raizan, the god of strength and guardian of kings, appeared out of thin air on the entire chaotic battlefield platform.

The giant Devilsaur God, which connected the heaven and the earth, roared upwards, raised its thick left foot and struck the head of the red-eyed Mattos like a war hammer.

This is how Raizan saves his weak companions!

It may not be able to stop Loa's divine power from exploding, but it can stun the madman Loa in one blow and let the divine power gather to stop it.

The divine power belonging to Lezan collided with the already extremely unstable power of the God of Mammoths, shattering the entire altar and forcing Mathos, who was about to self-destruct, into the deepest coma.

Just listening to the sound of the woolly elephant's head hitting the ground, one knew that Lazan's kick might have crushed the skull of Mutos.

Of course, for a Loa, such an injury is not fatal.

At least compared to a life, fatal injuries are just drizzle.

"this!!!"

Seeing the vision of Ryzan appearing on the land of Zul'Drak with his own eyes made Malak the Frost King feel shaken.

As a troll leader, of course he recognized Raizan, and he knew very well that such a powerful Loa only belonged to the royal family of the Golden Dynasty. In other words, the nasty Zandalar trolls have infiltrated their power into Zul'Drak?

Damn it!

"Zandalar? Haha."

Malak narrowed his eyes and glanced at the chaotic altar. His face was filled with frost and he no longer paid attention to everything that happened there.

He knew that he must return to his palace immediately and gather his army.

He keenly sensed an opportunity.

If the Zandalari trolls want to save Loa, they must fight against the local undead scourge, which means that the Frost King can take the opportunity to stay up and regain his strength.

The Frost King thought very well, but he was just too fat.

But just when he looked back. But he saw the last divine guard next to him being stabbed through the heart by a crude golden scimitar and falling down.

The bastard who killed his guard just bent down and wiped the blood from the blade on the deceased's armor.

Blake looked at the scattered gold coins in his hand, kicked the corpse at his feet, cursed a poor man, then turned around and looked at Malak behind him, who was holding the frost battle ax tightly.

He tilted his head and blinked, and said to Malak:

"You recognized me, right? My dear God-Slaying King, look at you, you finally became the ruthless commander I predicted.

Exactly the same warning I gave you back then.

To be honest, sometimes I really admire my own precise control of the future.

Put down your arms, Your Majesty Malak, and we can talk about destiny and the future. Since your Drakkari Empire has collapsed, and you also need to support your family, the former king can't go begging and picking up garbage, right?

Take my advice, old Ghani is a good friend but not a good leader.

And how unseemly is that?

I mean, if you need it, maybe I can introduce you to a good job under the Lich King. Of course, remember to give me a generous agency fee.

Huh.

I didn’t notice it last time, fellow, your skull is in good shape.”