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The Story of the Light Spear Clan

"Vol'jin?"

Forseti nodded and continued, "Warrior of the Zandalari Lightspear Clan, Vol'jin."

As he spoke, the staff in his hand lit up with holy light, adding a bit of theatrical flair.

Several frost giants looked at each other. "I haven't heard of any Light Spear Clan. Where are you from?"

Forseti coughed twice. "Well... things are more complicated. I'm not proficient in the Frost Giant language. Do you have anyone who can speak Allspeak?"

Allspeak is a profound and magical cosmic language. In the ears of any intelligent life, Allspeak becomes their native language. At the same time, those who master Allspeak can also understand most languages in the universe.

When any two intelligent beings communicate, as long as one of them is proficient in Allspeak, the communication can proceed smoothly.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some intelligent life languages are peculiar and cannot be compatible with Allspeak. For example, the Groot language is a typical example. All expressions in the Groot language are equivalent to "I am Groot" in Allspeak, so other intelligent beings will only hear the meaning of "I am Groot" when they hear the Groot people speak.

"Follow me," a frost giant said after a moment, then turned around and walked away with his companions and Forseti.

Forseti calmed down and followed. After a while, he arrived at the building complex he had seen before, which was the settlement of a tribe of frost giants.

Due to the environment of Jotunheim, the buildings of the frost giants were mostly rough. If Asgard is the style of Stormwind, then there is no doubt that this is the style of Orgrimmar.

Led by the frost giant, Forseti soon met one of the most important figures of the Frost Horde, the wizard Helbrindi.

Helbrindi was an elder, hunched over and old-fashioned, possibly seven or eight thousand years old. Frost giants have the ability to hibernate. A frost giant spends at least three thousand years in hibernation in its lifetime, which makes their lifespan much longer than that of the Asgardians.

The frost giant who led the way spoke at length to the old wizard and then left. The old wizard sat on the felt, raised his head, and spoke in Allspeak: "Your name is Vol'jin?"

"Son of Vol'jin Sen'jin." Forseti recalled Vol'jin's father and added a surname to himself according to the most common nomenclature in the Nine Realms.

Of course, he spoke in his native language. After all, he couldn't speak Asgardian and could only speak his native tongue.

"Is this your language?" the old wizard asked.

"Yes, Zandalari."

The old wizard pondered for a moment. "Well, you are a Zandalari... But pardon my ignorance, I have never heard of such an intelligent race in Jotunheim. Where do you live?"

Forseti quickly weaved a story. He pointed outside. "It's a little far away. It will take a few months to climb over that mountain... We live underground and rarely move on the surface. It's normal that you don't know."

The old wizard nodded, then frowned and asked, "That's true, but why are you here?"

Forseti sighed. "Oh, it's because of the damn Asgardians."

After a pause, he continued, "Let me start from the beginning. According to the ancient legends of the Zandalari people, we originally came from a place called Azeroth, where there are wars and disasters all year round. Part of the Zandalari, who love peace, decided to move out of Azeroth and find a new home."

"Finally... we came from Azeroth to Jotunheim under the leadership of Prophet Velen, when Jotunheim was still dominated by the ice giants."

The ice giants were the ruling race of Jotunheim in the past. They were the ancestors of the frost giants, but they were so old that no one could be sure whether they existed or not.

The old wizard gradually became fascinated, nodding again and again.

Forseti continued, "Following the teachings of the Prophet Velen, we have lived underground for a long time and have no contention with the world. Although we know of the evil Asgardians who constantly invade Jotunheim, we have always been reluctant to join the war again."

"Yet the evil Asgardians are not going to spare the Zandalari."

Having said that, Forseti clenched his fists, his eyes faintly red, and his voice trembled.

The old wizard was moved when he saw it.

Forseti continued, "One of our people, Arthas, in order to save his old father from illness, decided to ask the noble frost giant for help. So he set out on a journey to the castle of King Laufey. But unexpectedly, Arthas encountered despicable Asgardians on the way!"

The old wizard could not help but sigh. "My God, what a poor child!"

Forseti added, "In the end, the Light Spear Clan was discovered by the Asgardians. Our first underground city, Dalaran, was completely destroyed by them, and the clansmen fled."

"Dalaran?"

"We have two cities called Dalaran. My destination for this trip is the second Dalaran," Forseti explained.

"By the way, in the ancient Zandalar language, 'Dalaran' means 'underground city.'"

Old wizard: "Did the ancient Zandalar live underground too?"

"Of course not. In the old days, the Zandalar people mostly lived on the ground. Just a few cities were built underground, called Dalaran, and Dalaran was a holy place for warriors."

After a pause, Forseti continued, more emotionally charged, accusing Asgard, "The evil Asgardians will spare no member of the Light Spear Clan, and my dear friend Garrosh died while being chased. In the end, I had to jump off a cliff to escape."

The old wizard was sighing with emotion. Then he seemed to remember something and said doubtfully, "Most of the cliffs in this section are too high to reach the top. Did you fall from it?"

Forseti: "Every member of the Light Spear Clan is proficient in healing magic, and if we pay a certain price, Bwonsamdi, the god of life of Zandalar, will bless us."

The old wizard was silent, his eyes flickering slightly.

Thinking that he didn't believe it, Forseti stabbed his arm with a dagger, and then released healing magic. The wound healed quickly.

He said, "I paid a huge price to survive, and now I can only do this much. In the past, it was not difficult to be reborn from a broken limb."

The old wizard suddenly said with some emotion, "The Light Spear Clan is really a kind, frank, and powerful race. You are the opposite of the Asgardians."

Forseti was stunned for a moment and then smiled. "You are too kind. Frost giants take the initiative to fight the Asgardians, and they are the real brave race."

Unexpectedly, the old wizard suddenly said, "This may be a bit abrupt, Mr. Vol'jin... I have an unkind request. I don't know if I can ask you."