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When Woking woke up, he wasn't sure if he was still alive. His vision was blurry, as if he had slept for a century.

He didn't know what happened in a short period of time until he took a deep breath and severe pain came from his throat that he remembered what kind of nightmare he had experienced.

"I... are still alive?" He said this, but his voice was blurry. But this made him realize that he was still conscious.

After confirming that he was still alive, Woking finally inevitably wanted to recall his own experience.

The sun rose from the west, and Garrosh actually ordered him to come to Pandalia to serve the tribe: the scout discovered a lizardman cave, which seemed to exist in an ancient magic that must be investigated in detail.

His attitude towards the chief was sneering. However, as a member of the tribe, obeying orders was also what he should do. By the way, he also wanted to see what Garrosh did in Pandalia. In what form would the chief fail this time?

So he came here and came to Pandaria. He was not unfamiliar with the Pandaria. There are records of this race in the ancient troll literature. Moreover, a Pandaria named Chen Storm Rich once helped the tribe. Therefore, Woking did not support Hellscream's behavior that triggered war in Pandaria.

‘This land is rich in resources: wood, stone, iron ore, fuel, and population. It will provide new living space for the tribes.’

Woking remembers how happy Hellscream was when he heard about Pandalia. But he completely ignored the problem, that is, the continent already has its masters, and what he wanted to do was essentially plunder and invade. There was no glory to do so.

The troll spat on the ground, if he could move.

Glory? Garrosh doesn't deserve this thing at all. Woking thought.

Woking took over the orc's mission. He did this not only for the tribe, but more to find opportunities in the Panda people's homeland to reduce the atrocities of the Great Chief.

With him, Garrosh's confidant Lakgore Bloodblade, as well as other adventurers. Lakgore was obviously here to monitor him. At first, Woking laughed at Garrosh for being in vain and not doing anything that would make him seize the handle. But the leader of the Dark Spear completely underestimated the chief. As it turned out, Lakgore's true intention to follow him was not simple.

They march towards the heart of Pandalia.

During this journey, Shadow Hunter carefully observed Pandaria: the mountains showed a stance of dragons and tigers. The jungle was rich in species and full of vitality. There were monuments and strange buildings everywhere.

During the catastrophe, Kalimdo, Northrend, and the Western Kingdom all had the wounds left by the world-destroying. But Wokin did not see the footprints of the black dragon in Pandalia, at least not yet. How can we stay out of the matter when the world is in turmoil?

The charming scenery was still unsatisfactory, but the team had already arrived at the destination. Throughout the process, Lakgore and the two orcs were riding on two-legged flying dragons in the sky, and they flew down when the whole group arrived at the entrance of a mountain road.

The first battle that Woking experienced in Pandalia happened here. A group of lizard men jumped out and attacked them. Just a discontinuous episode, the Shadowhunter and the Adventurers killed the monsters and then went deep into the dark and gloomy caves.

The tribe has a great influence in the world. The Dark Spear Troll is one of the members. Woking is the leader of this troll tribe, so he naturally has attracted much attention. There are many Loa gods who are willing to talk to him, such as Cirick and Shadra, and the God of Death Bonsandy. These three are very sensitive to the aura of danger.

Therefore, when Woking entered the cave, the bats screamed. The flaming of the wings seemed to indicate that a large group of bats were flying above their heads. Whether this was a warning from the gods or not, it was indeed full of malice. He knew that it would be a good thing to go on, but as a shadow hunter, he had confidence in his abilities.

Continuing further along this ancient passage, they found an open space, guarded by a large giant lizard man. Hundreds of eggs were placed around. The lizard man was like a patron saint, wearing armor and holding a long halberd in his hand.

As soon as Woking and others arrived, the Lizardmen discovered them? They rushed over and launched a barbaric attack. Woking and the adventurers also tried their best to fight back.

When the battle ended, almost everyone was covered in scars and blood. An difficult battle. The lizardman's corpse fell to the ground? There was still black blood.

Everyone was treating their injuries, but Woking seized the time to investigate the place further. He came to a surprising conclusion: the lizardman was not a natural creature? It was created.

He told his discoveries to others and declared that it was an unprecedented dark magic that should destroy these lizard eggs immediately.

The other adventurers agreed with him, but a strange smile flashed across Lakgore's face. What he said shocked Woking: "Very good, create a brand new species, a soldier with amazing power. Such magic is exactly what the chief wants."

"What did you say?" Woking suspected that his ears were wrong. At this moment he understood Garrosh's real purpose. "Does Hellscream want to create monsters? When will the Horde do such stupid things?"

Bloodblade slowly approached Wojin. The latter glared at him.

Looking back now, Woking did not notice the action he was going to attack in Lakgore's behavior.

"You will indeed object."

He was surprised by the orc's quick movements. The dagger flashed before his eyes, caught off guard? Woking's throat was cut by the dagger on the spot.

Fortunately, there were those sensible adventurers, including orcs. Lakgore and his men were defeated. Garrosh's conspiracy was also bankrupt, but Woking didn't want him to know the truth.

"Garrosh... has completely turned his back on glory. All of this... He planned it and must... let him believe me... die, and you will survive after you go back. Tell him my... death news, stay by his...side, be careful... monitor his... actions. I will live, gather... allies. For the tribe? Make a blood oath!"

He swore to each other with the surviving adventurer and completely believed that the arrangements he had just made come true.

After refusing all assistance, he left the Lizardman Cave in a panic. The wound on his neck was painful and the cold invaded Woking's limbs. He ran blindly, not knowing how many times he had fallen and got up.

Shirik, Gonk, Shadra, Dambala... Wokin kept calling every Loa god believed in by the Dark Spear Troll and prayed for their help. He also thought that Bonsandy would undoubtedly pay a huge price to make a deal with the god of death, but now he is willing to bear the price to survive. It is not because he is afraid of death, but because he cannot fall yet.

The gods of Loa did not give him any answers, he could only save himself. In a hurry, Wojin heard the sound of the river, and he came to a wasteland and walked towards the sound.

There will definitely be people in places where there are rivers. This is his last thought before he loses consciousness.

Now it seems that his idea is correct. At this moment, he is not dead yet, and this is the best proof.

It would be even better if he could move again. After just trying it, Woking gave up the idea of ​​moving his body. He didn't say anything, but he turned his head quietly and made him tremble. The pain reminded him of where his wound was and also made him know that he was a serious injury patient now.

Since he was a patient, there must be someone who took care of him. Although the severe pain in his throat made him very painful, he forced himself to make a faint mumble, even if he couldn't hear a word clearly, he hoped to attract others' attention.

The door of his residence was opened to the right! This made him very happy, but he couldn't see who was coming in. Woking sniffed hard, and finally identified the other person's identity from the smell around him. He felt like he was hit by a fist.

Undead? How is this possible?

"Although I'm dead, my ears are as good as before. I heard your voice."

The voice was so rough. Woking suspected that the other party's vocal cords had already broken.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am the leader of the Nathanos Decayer and the Forgotten."

Woking's eyes were full of surprise. His eyes were wide open and he stared at the beam. It was the only scene he could see. Then, a broken face appeared in this picture, occupying most of Woking's vision.

"When my people discovered you, you were almost out of breath. Thank you for being a troll. Azeroth should not have the ability to recover from any race than you."

Woking struggled to speak, he had a lot to say, but what finally popped out of his throat was just something blurry.

"This won't work." Nathanos shook his head. Woking could see that he was here to talk to him, but now he was in a state that he couldn't even open his mouth.

But the undead seemed to be ready. A transparent amber light ball suddenly appeared in his remaining hand, and then slowly merged between his two fingers.

Nathanos's hand slowly approached Woking's bandaged throat. The troll's eyes glanced down. What was this undead going to do? If he wanted to hurt him, why should he save him?

A strong sense of coldness lingered around him like a venomous snake. The pain in his neck seemed to disappear when Nathanos's fingers touched Woking's throat. Although he was unwilling to believe it, Woking could already feel that he could speak.

"You..." The voice was clearly visible, it was his original voice.

"Before my hands leave, your neck is at the moment of recovery." The blood-red eyes of the wither looked elsewhere, as if they didn't want to make Woking feel stressed.

"That is, if you take your hand away, will that pain come back?"

"You're smart, so I don't think every word we'll say next is nonsense."

The troll nodded, and the action did not cause any pain. "Thank you for saving me."

"Everything has its own conditions, trolls. I can save you or kill you. The point is, do you know why I don't do that?"

Woking tried to squeeze out a smile. "It seems that I still have value in your eyes. What do you want to know?"

"Your weapon smells like a lizardman. Your throat is hurt by the orc's dagger. What exactly happened?"

Woking regained his calmness, was able to speak while shouting, and told his experiences. He wanted to see the reaction of the Forgotten Leader. Garrosh had invited the Forgotten to join the tribe before, but this matter ended up in vain because of the disappearance of their leader. Now Woking saw the Withered Deity and began to consider whether he could become a suitable ally.

Nathanos didn't respond to him, and he didn't even move his eyes. "First it was the holy bell, then the lizard man. Does your chief want to be a god? He was chaotic to pursue disgusting power."

Woking didn't say anything about his accusation. He agreed with Nathanos's words in his heart.

What he unexpectedly unexpected was what Nathanos said next. Garrosh and Salein, the remnants of the Lich Kings, colluded with each other to seek an opportunity to provoke a war between the Forgotten and the Alliance. Wokin had never even heard of this.

"How many terrible secrets did Garrosh hide?" He sighed, and then heard the sneer of the Withered.

"Why don't you ask your old friend Thrall, what kind of vision does he choose Hellscream to succeed the Chief?"

Woking kept silent.

"I heard that the Dark Spear Troll was driven into the slums of Orgrimmar. He humiliated you so much, would you still be willing to execute his orders?"

“Everything I did was entirely for the tribe.”

That's what Nathanos wants.

"So, what are you going to do next? As you say, gather potential allies, and then?"

"Of course it's the end of Garrosh's tyranny." Woking replied. "For Darkspear, for Kane, there are so many people... to revenge."

The troll looked at Nathanos with a searching look, then gritted his teeth and said, "Garrosh has framed the Forgotten. Are you going to turn a deaf ear, the Withered?"

The undead's eyes turned to him. "The leader must be responsible for every order he issued, troll. You want the Forgotten to help you overthrow Hellscream and Hellscream to use the Forgotten to deal with the alliance. What's the difference between these two?"
Chapter completed!