In the Proudmoore family cemetery, Tanred Proudmoore, wearing a straight general uniform and a navy cloak, stood quietly in front of a tombstone. This former prodigal son has changed greatly in recent months.
The originally unruly golden hair was now neatly combed, and the beard was also trimmed. The clothes that were always open before were now fastened with every button.
The silver anchor necklace hanging around his neck is hung in the military uniform with a thin silver chain. On the pendant, there is also a moon gem representing the moon god. This does not mean that Tanred has converted to the moon god church, but because
The woman he loved was taken away by the moon god, so he wore this gem on his body in the hope of getting closer to his Tiana.
If Tanred was like the unruly wind on the sea before, then now he is like a calm deep sea. Not only his temperament, but also his inner self have completely changed into another self.
Disaster will change a person, especially after losing the most cherished thing, the pain surging in the heart will completely tear a person's soul apart, and then randomly glue it back into another shape, so fragmented
to survive.
"I've been very busy recently..."
Tanred stretched out his hand and gently touched the cold tombstone with his white-gloved fingers. There was not much sadness in his blue eyes, only a dead silence. He said softly:
"I just destroyed three Naga temples near Tol Barad...How many Nagas did I kill? 2000, 3000? Ah, I can't remember clearly, but I know that this is not enough.
Far from enough.”
"It's a pity that I'm a rude bastard. Apart from using this method, I don't know how to miss you and how to eliminate the pain that is aching in my heart... I'm sorry that I'm a coward and let you be alone.
Lying on the bottom of the sea, I can't even...can't find you."
"Do you blame me? Tiana, my wife... I'm sorry that I can't be here with you to say more. Another new battlefield has been opened, and I, I will join it. I am beginning to hate war.
,Dear Tiana, this world without you really makes me feel disgusted."
"Wait for me."
Tanred's fingers brushed a fallen leaf off his wife's tombstone, and he whispered:
"Perhaps I will come to accompany you soon."
Tanred lost his lover in the war launched by the Naga against the Kaldorei elves. This news was not concealed. Tiana Starsong, the trainee priest of the Moon God, was not considered an important figure in Kaldorei society.
However, as the wife of the Sea Prince of Kul Tiras, she was buried in a tomb on the island of Kul Tiras. For this matter, Tyrande had a little fight with King Drake.
Small conflict.
No Moon God priest has ever left Mount Hyjal after death. This is not in line with the teachings of the Moon Temple, but Tanred does not care. Before Tiana died, she told him personally that she was willing to follow Tanred to leave.
..that's enough.
After this poignant love story spread, many noble women in the human empire shed tears for what happened to Tanred and Tiana. Many eldest ladies were willing to comfort the frustrated Tanred, but unfortunately,
They have lost that opportunity forever...
"Don't go there!"
Outside the cemetery, Major General Taylor, who served as Tanred's adjutant, stopped a royal attendant who was trying to enter the cemetery. The general who had just been promoted to major general said in a deep voice:
"Tanred is mourning the death of his wife, and he doesn't want to be disturbed!"
"But the kings' envoys are waiting for him in the council chamber!"
The royal guard said with some embarrassment: "His Majesty Drake also asked General Tanred to go back immediately. It concerns the newly discovered new continent. A huge fleet has been assembled in Boralus. Nearly ten thousand sailors are here."
Waiting for his commander-in-chief."
"Then let the fleet wait a little longer! Or let the kings find someone else."
Major General Taylor refused angrily:
"Today is the birthday of Tanred's deceased wife, but they are already divided into human beings and ghosts. Holy light, are these politicians heartless monsters? Can't they even give him this little time? Can the empire not give him this little time?
Is Tanred the only naval commander left?"
"Tyler, don't embarrass him."
Tanred's desolate and calm voice sounded in the cemetery. Major General Taylor turned around and saw Tanred, wearing a navy cloak, walking out of the quiet cemetery. His left hand was holding the bag around his waist.
Commanding the sword, the young prince who became as deep as the sea glanced at the royal attendant and asked softly:
"My brother sent you here about matters about that continent, right?"
"I already know all this, now tell me...where is my fleet?"
The attendant bowed his head respectfully and said:
"At the Port of Boralus, the respected Prince Tanred, the fastest fourth fleet of Kul Tiras, the fleet of Lordaeron and the sun sail fleet of the high elves have all gathered there, and there is also a
Supporting marines from the orcs and trolls, as well as several reconnaissance airships, everything is ready and ready to go!"
"Um."
The young Prince of the Sea nodded, he looked back at the cemetery shrouded in light mist, and said softly:
"Tyler, go pack up and prepare... for the expedition."
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Among the unfamiliar mountains, on the land dotted with weird and towering temples and shrines, as well as strange rock pyramids, there is a mysterious troll civilization that lives in seclusion outside the world, and the powerful Zandalari Golden Dynasty.
A big event also happened today.
On the palace of King Rastakhan, who is filled with the blood of the Golden Clan and is decorated with gold and gems, the leader of the troll priests, Dark Zul, who can predict the future, is speaking loudly in the court of the Golden King.
Announcing his new prophecy, a prophecy about the future of the entire world.
The prophet Zul is well-known in the troll society. His past is composed of a mysterious halo shrouded in countless successful prophecies. It is said that every prophecy of the prophet Zul will come true. This terrible "fate"
"Rate" has made him feared by many trolls since he was a child, and more trolls thought that Zul caused the disaster and wanted to kill him.
This is ironic...
Zul hopes to use the future he sees to help others escape disaster, but after repeated failures, Zul realizes that the future does not conflict with destiny. The prophet's ability can see the future, but it is difficult to reverse destiny.
, this knowledge allowed Zul to make rapid progress, and because Zul always predicted disasters, he soon gained the "reputation" of the "Dark Prophet".
However, the slander of ordinary people did not disturb Zul's own destiny. He was valued by Rastakhan, the King of Gold, and became a member of the Zanchuli Council of the King of Gold. Relying on his extremely accurate skills, he
Predicting disaster, Zul soon became King Rastakhan's most trusted prophet. As he grew older, Zul's prophecies became increasingly rare, but each one began to possess special magical power.
More than ten years ago, Zul predicted a terrifying future in which darkness would invade and submerge the Eastern Kingdom. For this reason, the Zandalari Empire evacuated all their strongholds in the Eastern Kingdom in advance. The facts proved that Zul's prediction was correct.
Facing the icy tide set off by the Dark Blade Legion, the entire Eastern Kingdom was unable to resist.
After that, Zul predicted that the sky would be shrouded in dark green flames, and the demon from ten thousand years ago would return to the world. A few months later, the great demon Archimonde came to Azeroth, even though the great demon was very small.
He was quickly killed, but then the demon that "smuggled in" spread the fire of chaos to the entire world.
But with the reminder of Zul's prophecy, the Zandalari Empire was prepared in advance. Facing the incoming demons, these brave and militant trolls won easily, and they attributed all this to Zul's plan for the future.
Great foresight.
Unfortunately, King Rastakhan's beloved wife passed away a few years ago, which caused the originally ambitious Golden King to fall into a long period of sadness. He was no longer even as enthusiastic as before about restoring Zandalar to the trolls.
The absolute leadership of civilization made Zul feel disappointed, so in recent years, he has become more and more reclusive, almost cutting off all contact with the outside world.
What is Zul doing?
Quite simply, he has been thinking about how to return the Zandalari Empire to its pinnacle of glory. In ancient times, the Zandalari trolls ruled most of the world.
However, plans can never keep up with changes, or in other words, Zul once again keenly seized the opportunity from changes.
In the early morning of this day, the crazy Zul suddenly broke into the palace. He announced to King Rastakhan that an important moment had been placed in front of the Zandalar troll empire.
The strange-smelling incense filled the palace of the troll empire. King Rastakhan, who was in his prime, was sitting on his golden throne. The sturdy troll was bored and looked at the chattering gods in the palace.
Prophet Zul and other important ministers of the Royal Council also showed different expressions when faced with Zul's persuasion.
"The mysterious god of death, Bwonsamdi, showed me a terrifying future last night!"
The prophet Zul, who is wearing armor made of gold and bones, looks very impressive. This troll has a heavy crown decorated with bones and gems on his face. His long pale hair is flowing behind his head, and his waist is a bit stooped.
His skin had become a little paler because he had not seen the sun for a long time, but his eyes were full of wisdom. Zul shook his head and described his prophecy, and the fangs dotted with golden rings were also accompanied by his
The head shook and swayed in the air.
"I saw that the black tide was about to flood the great underworld of Bwonsamdi, who controlled death. Even the powerful royal family Loa Raizan could not resist the terrifying tide of death. The Loa gods would fall one after another, and
Believers under the Loa have no other choice but to pray in despair. It will be difficult for our empire to survive that frenzy, and even those in the court will suffer the same fate as the common people."
The way Zul describes the prophecies is no different from other magic sticks. They all describe everything he sees in a voice that is so weird that it makes people feel uncomfortable. But compared to the inferior way that the magic sticks take advantage of other people's inner fears,
A prophet like Zul, who has the real thing in his hands, doesn't bother to exaggerate fear.
He just needs to describe the future he sees.
The current King Rastakhan of the Zandalari Troll Empire is not a fool. Although everyone in the Royal Council has different political opinions, they are not ignorant of the general situation. More importantly, compared with the magic sticks of other races, Loa
The advantage of priests is that they often have the support of Loa behind them.
Zul coughed a few times, and the troll prophet wearing a strange helmet raised his head, his black eyes containing dangerous wisdom looked at King Rastakhan sitting on the throne, and he said softly:
"And the origin of all this disaster is just because the eyes representing destruction are cast on Zuldazar... Believe me, Your Majesty, that won't be too far away."
This kind of warning made King Rastakhan feel helpless. As a king, he longed for real advice, not this kind of nonsense. In addition, the death of his wife made his mental state not very good.
So the Golden King, wearing golden armor and a crown, waved his finger:
"Let's be honest, Zul, how are you going to avoid this future? In other words, what kind of advice do you want to give me?"
"We need allies, Your Majesty!"
Zul bowed to the king respectfully and said:
"The experiences of humans, centaurs and night elves have told us that Zandalari alone cannot withstand the storm that is coming at any time!"
As soon as Zul finished speaking, the high priest Yazma in the Zansuli Council, who had always been at odds with Zul's political views, mocked contemptuously:
"Allies? Listen, everyone, our wise Zul has begun to brag about his "grand unification" theory again. He is always like this, full of weird preferences for those low-level trolls, trying to make those despicable and barbaric
The guys climbed up to the sacred hall of Zuldazar in a grand manner. I always thought that Zul’s childish idea was a kind of philanthropy, but now I realize that it is a kind of stupidity!”
"Who are we looking for to help us? Zul, the forest troll Amani clan has long been uprooted in the Undead War. The frost trolls in the North are about to become the next victims of the two undead legions of the Dark Blade and the Scourge. As for the Thorns
The Gurubashi Trolls in the Valley? Aren’t they already the lackeys of the Federation? Oh, by the way, there is also the last lower troll clan, Sandfury, right?”
A strange smile appeared on the face of this ruthless priest who relied on the favor of Shadra, the spider and conspiracy body, and controlled all the intelligence networks of the entire Zandalari Empire:
"Let me tell you, Zul, the damage to the elemental realm caused the Wind Rider to set off a seven-day and seven-night storm in the southern border of Kalimdor. The Sandfury Trolls and their city Zulfar
Lark has been completely buried by millions of tons of sand... They can't even save themselves, so how can they save us?"
High Priest Yazma's retort made other members of the Zanchuli Council laugh, but Zul and the Golden King did not laugh. These two long-lived trolls were good friends in private, although Rasta
King Ha lost his interest in governing the country because of the loss of his wife, but he believed that his friend Zul would not be so naive.
He was waiting for Zul's explanation, and Zul did not disappoint his old friend.
"哐"
A simple scroll box was carried into the hall by Zul's servants. The steel box was placed in front of Zul. The dark prophet touched the scroll box in front of him with a nostalgic expression. He raised his head.
, looked at the high priest Yazma with a contemptuous look, and he whispered:
"The allies I'm looking for are things you can't even imagine, and things you naive guys can't understand..."
"The ancient King of Thunder and Lightning made a sacred watch covenant with our ancestor, the wise priest Zulasa, thirteen thousand years ago. Thirteen thousand years later, we incompetent descendants can only rely on the legacy left by our ancestors.
I am begging for a living on my legacy... But Bwonsamdi told me that this is the only way we can preserve ourselves... To prove that what I said is true, I am willing to personally take the golden fleet to the continent that has just seen the light of day.
"
"For the Zandalari Empire, find powerful allies from ancient times and let the glory of Zandalari shine on the world again..."
