Rise of the blood elves

Nazmir, in the closed palace of Bwonsamdi.

The escaped souls made this place lifeless. Bwonsamdi wandered in the hall, imagining how this place had once been filled with the souls of trolls. He felt the increasingly weak power, recalling the glory of the past, and sighed.

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in the center of the hall. When Bwonsamdi turned around, the black dot suddenly burst into flames, and a figure covered in black will-o'-the-wisps appeared.

Bwonsamdi frowned and said with an unkind expression:

"What are you doing here? Is the witch living too lonely down there and wants to chat with old Bwonsamdi?"

The figure known as the witch laughed twice.

"You, a demonized troll, can only speak quickly. If others dared to call the master of the Hell Abyss like you, I would have made him immortal forever."

Her voice was sharp and harsh, like a roaring sea breeze.

"what"

Bwonsamdi leaned back, and the rolling necromantic energy swept in, forming a skeletal throne under his body.

Sitting on the throne, he said in a cold voice:

"This is my palace of the underworld, witch. Before speaking, I hope you can think about the stakes."

"You are not welcome here." Bwonsamdi's deep voice echoed in the hall. The Netherworld Torch in the Hades Palace lit up one after another from near to far, illuminating the entire hall. The soul of the troll warrior wearing armor looked solemn. People were lined up on both sides, and the atmosphere was indescribably terrifying.

The witch was not frightened at all and said calmly:

"What if I came to help you retrieve those dead souls?"

Bwonsamdi's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously held on to the armrest, leaning his upper body towards the witch. He was obviously very tempted by this proposal.But then he realized his gaffe, his expression turned cold, and he curled his lips and said:

"Don't think I don't know your plans, witch. You want to be the last beneficiary."

The witch sneered as expected:

"I do have the idea of ​​dragging all the souls in the world into the abyss of Hades to strengthen myself. Although compared with the night elves who are guarded by a group of wilderness demigods, the death of the trolls is not powerful. They are a perfect race that can be slaughtered by anyone. But you are wrong. All I want is the soul of the outsider."

Bwonsamdi didn't pay attention to the contempt for himself in the other person's words. He supported his chin with his left hand and looked at the witch carefully, as if thinking about the authenticity of the other person's words.

"Why do I always feel like you have known that guy for a long time?" Bwonsamdi narrowed his eyes and gently tapped the armrest of the throne with his right hand.

When the witch heard this, the corners of her mouth raised, and she formed a terrifying smile, "More than knowing him, he is the one who trapped me in the abyss of Hell."

Bwonsamdi fell into silence after hearing this, and his fear of Angmar deepened a bit. After a while, he raised his head and said with a smile:

"It turns out that the owner of Hell Abyss has such a past and told me so much. Aren't you afraid that I will reveal the information to that guy and turn against you?"

The witch glanced at Bwonsamdi casually and said casually:

"To me, you are just a mortal who has become a spirit, Bwonsamdi. You dare not do this. Even if you are trapped in the abyss, it is not difficult to crush you to death as long as I am willing to pay some price. "

As he spoke, a cold wind blew up, carrying the smelly air that had been trapped in the sewer for decades, blowing the torches in the hall to the point where they were almost extinguished.But those undead guardians didn't even react at all, they still maintained an empty and mechanical look of solemnity, and soon disappeared like a dream.

The gray mist of death slowly dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the Hades Palace, which was dilapidated and leaking everywhere.The Skeleton Throne under Bwonsamdi also turned into a small wooden stool.

Seeing this scene, the sarcasm in the witch's eyes became even stronger.

Bwonsamdi, who had just been arrogant, covered his eyes with his hands in embarrassment. He quickly raised his other hand to scratch his chin, then quickly put it back. He scratched twice, but failed to find the place that should have been on his side. I fumbled for a while with nowhere to rest my handrail, and finally put it on my knees. I no longer had any thoughts of bluffing.

"Besides, he doesn't seem to be as powerful as he once was." The witch looked to the northwest, as if her vision had passed through the barrier of the wall, and accurately found the blood elf riding a pterodactyl, galloping wantonly in the sky above Nazmir.

"What do you need me to do?" Bwonsamdi's hand covering his eyes suddenly opened a crack, looking at the lost witch, and asked.

The witch turned back, "Wait for my news. If she returns to Zuldazar, you must inform me as soon as possible."

After saying this, the figure burning with black shadow flames disappeared, leaving Bwonsamdi sitting on the pony with his hunched back, his elbows on his knees and his chin, looking at the place that was once occupied by the souls of the dead. Hall's eyes once again showed sadness.

The journey north was long, and unless we traveled thousands of kilometers in both directions east and west, it would be difficult not to pass through the dangerous Nazmir region.

Although this era is not like that of later generations, the blood trolls that ravage Nazmir are rampant and even try to attack Zuldazar; although there are still settlements on the edge of Nazmir, and the "Dazar" that leads directly to the northern border The "Road" has been kept open under the protection of the army, but overall, this trip is still very dangerous.

For the sake of safety, Angmar, who was taking little Elisande with him, had to give up the idea of ​​riding "500 Million" to have fun, and honestly traveled through this dangerous situation on a flying mount.

The pterodactyl Pa'ku sent his best and largest offspring to Angmar's service.The rest of the loa also possessed their most trusted priests and followed Angmar northward to see him off.

With the help of magic, Angmar quickly mastered the art of pterodactyl riding and was able to ride alone.Elisande, who was still a little girl, couldn't do it anymore, so she had to sit in front of him and ride a pterodactyl with him.

The wind roared in the ears, and the cold air that hit the face was all deflected by the barrier Angmar set in front of Elisande. The little girl nestled obediently in his arms, even though she was thousands of meters away. Although he was high in the sky, he was not afraid at all. His big watery eyes kept looking around, appreciating the "beautiful scenery" of Nazmir from a high altitude.

Angmar was watching too.

Nazmir, once the site of Titan experimental facilities.In order to find the weaknesses of the Old God, a creation of the void, so as to completely kill the Old God who is still imprisoned, the guardians conducted a lot of research in Uldir.

During the experiment, they misused the organization of the Ancient Gods and created an extremely powerful void creation called G'huun.It has the ability to never stop mutating and can infect and parasitize all living things. If it is allowed to be free, the blood plague that pervades its body will eventually infect all life in Azeroth and turn the planet into a dead place.

But G'huun's research was too valuable, and the Guardians were unwilling to destroy it.So G'huun was sealed in a carefully designed prison, and three sealing facilities were set up near Odile, leaving many behind to prevent him from escaping. He decided to return to continue his previous research after taking care of other matters.

This time, I never came back.

Time passed and the troll clan was born.They were attracted by Uldir and the three nearby magnificent Titan buildings, settled nearby, and built the glorious temple city of Zul Nazman around Uldir.It's a pity that time eroded the lack of maintenance of Odir, and also paralyzed most of the Titan creations sworn to protect it. G'huun's blood plague swept through the troll settlement, transforming the trolls into blood trolls, and became He killed his evil slave and almost caused his family to be exterminated.

After an arduous battle, Daza, the first leader of Zandalari, finally decided to lead his people to move south to escape the plague and build a new home.They settled in the Third Seal of G'huun, and finally built Zuldazar, which is famous for generations to come, and has remained as glorious as ever across thousands of years. They set up a standing army to closely guard against the invasion of the blood trolls in the Nazmir region.

This is the origin story of the Trolls.

The journey was long, and the sky was getting dark. Little Elisande's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his head rested on Angmar's arm holding the reins, and he fell into a deep sleep.The wind kept blowing and the wings flapping. After an unknown amount of time, the pterodactyl finally crossed the dangerous Nazmir and began to land.

North of Nazmir is the northernmost tip of the Zandalar Mountains. There are still lush jungles and abundant products. The troll group ruled by the Zandalari tribe has the second largest settlement after Zuldazar. Located here, trade and communication with Zuldazar takes place via the "Road to Dazar".

But with the overwhelming offensive of the night elves army, the troll civilians gradually moved to the south, leaving only desolate villages with empty houses.

Currently, there are only hundreds of thousands of Zandalari troops stationed in this area, confronting the night elves within easy reach.The trolls, who were familiar with fighting in tropical jungles, were at a disadvantage, but they were in an advantageous position.The night elves with strong military strength seem to have no intention of starting another war, but they are just waiting on the border to watch.

Hundreds of small-scale conflicts and battles break out between the two sides every day. The casualties are incalculable. Most of them are elite soldiers performing special missions or scouts scouting the enemy's situation.

They landed outside a military camp. The accompanying Loa priest quickly found a strong raptor for Angmar, bypassed the war zone, and sent him to the border.

"So farewell, outsider. We welcome you to come again, and hope that the light will always illuminate your path."

The priest possessed by Raizan said in a rich voice.

Angmar cast a soothing spell on the velociraptor, established a spiritual connection with it, put a soft cushion on the saddle, picked up little Elisande, climbed onto the mount himself, and looked back at the crowd. A priest possessed by Loa.

"Goodbye," Angmar nodded slightly, "In the near future, perhaps sudden catastrophes will not involve this land, but I also hope that you can make the right decision. Because"

"It could very well be a matter of survival for Azeroth."

After that, he didn't wait for Zhongluo'a to ask questions, shook the reins slightly, and drove away with the Velociraptor Juechen.