Krezinak gave his body to the sands of Tanaris after Warneshi left to rule the nether. By becoming one with his homeland it was the only way to preserve himself and wait for his uncle's return. Far too many questions had been left unanswered, and there was no telling how long it would be till that day. Though with Warneshi gone he was rightfully king but would not sit upon the throne of Zul'Farrak until ceramoniously crowned by his uncle.
An eternity seemed to have passsed by, pondering the questions he would ask. Krezinak watched Zul'farrak as a group of alliance were getting slaughtered by his guards. Guards did not know why the prtected the city with no king, but could feel his presence. As the blade of one of the souleaters tore through the last of the alliance with it's blade, Krezinak also felt a tear between the plane of mortlas and the nether. He searched franticly for the point of origin, and when he found it an image of his uncle shot in his mind.
"The day hasss come Uncle we shall be united soon."
Krezinak mustered his strength and a great sand storm formed in the deserts of Tanaris. The storm made it's way towards Gadgetzan, hurling anything in it's path. At the head of the storm apperead the image of a troll made entirly of sand. Stoping just ouside the gates the image began to form more clearly and the sand begin to settle. When the sand finally settled the troll was fully formed it brushed the remaing sand off and walked towards the town. A wandering sandfury recognized the troll and kneeled. "My lord how may I serve you?" he pleaded. "I have yet the right to be called that, such an act isss trechery." replied Krezinak. With the final word the troll was cut in two.
"You left thisss world Uncle without declareing me king and ssso left me with nothin. Now that you are here I'll come to take what isss mine." Krezinak summoned his raptor, grinned and made his way to the dark portal.