The majestic Kun-Lai Summit is the largest and most mysterious mountain range in Pandaria. There are countless mysterious valleys in this snow-capped mountain. It is said that in the inheritance of the Mogu Empire, Kun-Lai Summit has always been the final destination of the Mogu emperors. According to the Pandaren
According to records from scholars, there are at least seven tombs of mogu emperors hidden in this mountain range.
Even the tomb of the legendary Mogu emperor, the Thunder King, who once single-handedly pacified the entire Pandaria, is hidden among these thousands of kilometers of mountains.
It is very dangerous here. Even the bravest pandaren explorers dare not go too deep into it. It is said that there are still many descendants of the Mogu Empire in Kun-Lai Mountain. Those arrogant and powerful Mogu tribes are all from that time.
The mogu emperors left guards to guard the tombs. These huge, terrifying creatures would not hesitate to kill any outsider who dared to step into the holy land.
And now, the High Lord is standing on the highest peak of Kun-Lai Mountain. On the top of Mount Everlasting, Tyrion is looking at the narrow mountain stream in the southeast of Kun-Lai Mountain. In his excellent vision, he can see some stars.
The Zandalari trolls are active in that valley.
"These trolls seem to know their goals."
Behind Tyrion, Shadow reported softly:
"I monitored them here for several days. After these trolls landed on the coast of Kun-Lai Summit, they didn't stop or hesitate at all. They crossed the snowy mountains and headed straight towards the mountain stream... If I hadn't guessed
If it’s wrong, that should be their destination, which is the tomb they are looking for, the location of the mysterious tomb of the King of Thunder and Lightning.”
Speaking of this, there was a hint of curiosity in Shadow's voice:
"But what surprises me is why the legendary King of Thunder told these Zandalari trolls the location of his tomb. He was not even willing to tell it to his own people. As far as I know,
In Pandaria's culture, the emperor's tomb is the greatest and most important secret of an emperor."
"Because he doesn't trust his own people, he knows better than anyone else the greed in the Mogu people's hearts, especially when the God of Thunder has the power to fight the entire world. He is afraid that after his death, those subordinates who once obeyed his majesty will
They will dig up his coffin, desecrate his body, and take away the source of his power..."
The great lord stretched out his fingers, feeling the cold temperature on the top of Everlasting Mountain, and whispered:
"But the Zandalari trolls, more than 10,000 years ago, these trolls shared the secrets of both sides with him. The Thunder God taught the Zandalari to use arcane magic and magic, and the Zandalari trolls reciprocated and taught them secrets.
Their soul spells were handed over to the God of Thunder, and they made an agreement... The descendants of Zandalari will help the King of Thunder resurrect, and at that time, the King of Thunder will share the world with them..."
"The trust between both parties is based on common interests. For an emperor like Thor, this kind of alliance formed by interests is more trustworthy than the shackles of blood. Probably all emperors have this idea.
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Tyrion's explanation made Shadow look even more confused, and she asked again:
"Then isn't Thor worried about these Zandalari trolls stealing his power?"
"He doesn't need to worry."
The great lord shook his head:
"Trolls cannot use that kind of power. It is a power that can only be used by Titan blood. Of course, Thor will not trust these trolls without reservation. I guess he must have left some special countermeasures.
Bar."
"All right."
Shadow felt bored, so she no longer pursued the issue. Instead, she directed the conversation to the other side:
"My mission here has ended. If there are no other missions, I will go directly to Uldum. Maiev and other agents have already laid a dragnet there, just waiting for those ignorant prey to enter the net."
"No! There is still a task for you."
The great lord raised the Dragon Mist Staff in his hand and let the white prayer flags filled with soul words float in the air. Amidst the sound of the sapphire bells, Tyrion looked towards the south:
"Although the hundred-year reincarnation moment of the Mantid and Pandaren fits well with this war, I can always feel that there should be some black hands behind this war, maybe some of our "old friends" who are unwilling to be lonely, Na
Sa, take your agents to the Valley of Eternal Blossoms. The Heart of Darkness is under the Mogu Emperor's palace, but don't act rashly! I will go and join you after I finish handling the matters here."
He looked back at his subordinates and emphasized his tone:
"The last evil of Pandaria, said to be the most powerful evil of pride, has not yet appeared. I need a "sacrifice" to lead it out of the heart of darkness, but that is not you! Do you understand? If the Black Hand wants to
If he wants to get his hands on the heart of darkness under our noses, he must endure this suffering!"
"So, if there really is a mastermind behind the scenes, our task is..."
Shadow shrugged:
"Watch him die?"
"Well, this statement is somewhat interesting."
Tyrion chuckled:
"But it is true. After the black hand is infected by the evil energy, and after he releases the entity of the evil evil, we can "take" our trophies from his hands. Since there are people who are impatient
He is going to die, why should we stop him?"
"Well, I understand."
Shadow nodded, and when she was about to leave, she remembered another thing and asked:
"As for those weird bugs that have appeared in Krasarang Jungle in recent days, don't we need to intervene?"
"No, we won't interfere."
The high lord stretched out his finger, flicked the swinging bell on the staff in his hand, and said:
"The Wither Sect has sworn to tell me that they will include Mantid in the neutral camp that protects the world. Since they are so confident, why not give them a chance to show off?"
"I personally look forward to the ancient Aqir empire reappearing in this world. Of course, it will no longer be a servant of the ancient gods. It must become a sharp sword in our hands! At that time, the demons coming in full force will
If they still want to fight a quantity war with us...tsk tsk, they will definitely be shocked by this."
"Go, Nasa, patrol the Vale of Eternal Blossoms for me...and I, I'm going to have a good chat with my troll "friends", about Zandalar, about Loa, and finally, about my dear
"Comrade", Bwonsamdi..."
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"Here it is! The Conqueror's Tomb!"
Guarded by the brave and skilled Zandalari Golden Sword Guard, the dark prophet Zul and the Zandalari princess Talanji walked in the underground caves in the mountain stream southeast of Kun-Lai Summit.
This cave obviously has traces of artificial excavation. The surroundings of the cave are covered with gorgeous floor tiles and filled with all kinds of shocking works of art. Even the most ordinary bricks and wood are inlaid with gold and jade.
It is a treasure house that is astonishingly exaggerated, but it contains a very dangerous threat.
In front of the Dark Prophet and Princess Talanji, on both sides of the road leading to the mausoleum, the silent golden sword guards had cleared out the corpses of more than a dozen companions. These brave sword guards were all victims. They died in
There are all kinds of weird traps hidden underground in this ancient mausoleum.
In the inheritance of the Mogu Empire, the emperor's tomb is always full of dangerous and deadly traps. This is to guard against shameless tomb robbers and to symbolize the emperor's ability to control "death" even after death.
majesty.
"Come with me!"
The dark prophet leaned on his staff and whispered:
"Don't make the wrong move! In this place, any wrong move can be fatal..."
As he spoke, Zul closed his eyes and took one step forward, and then the second step. His steps were without warning, but every time his feet landed, he would not touch the crazy traps under these gorgeous floor tiles.
Princess Talanji, who was familiar with the skills of the Dark Prophet, followed Zul obediently at this moment, almost following Zul's path, passing through the land full of traps without any danger.
"Is this the burial place of the Thunder King?"
The troll princess looked around at the decorations in the deepest tomb. Even according to Her Royal Highness's picky aesthetics, the layout here is perfect. The conqueror from ancient times carved his life story on the white jade stone tablet.
, are distributed around the tomb, and there are also several vividly carved weird beasts guarding the emperor's sarcophagus.
Those beasts look like lions, but without tails. They are covered in mighty armor, and their mouths full of sharp teeth are enough to make anyone tremble.
"That's Quilin, the Mogu people's favorite pet and war beast. Like them, it comes from the rocks. It's also the symbol of the Mogu emperors... As for this place..."
The Dark Prophet shook his head, strolled forward in a respectful manner, and whispered:
"This is not the burial place of the God of Thunder. This is just his mausoleum. Even when the ancient conqueror died, he did it with great vigor. The most beautiful land in the world was buried with him, but he did not die on his own.
On the territory, in fact, the place where he died is still thousands of miles away from here, but after his death, the loyal generals and guards sent his bones back here."
"Don't move!"
The Dark Prophet suddenly shouted, startling Princess Talanji who was trying to touch the mighty Quilin stone sculpture behind her. But the moment the princess turned around, the several-meter-high stone sculpture in front of her looked like...
As if he had come to life, the blue light shone in Kuilin's eyes. This ancient stone beast actually came to life at this moment!
"Ouch!"
A low roar seemed to wake up the sleeping guards, and along with the sound of low footsteps, the walls around the tomb suddenly opened. Those tall, each 5-meter-tall rock mogu soldiers were holding weapons, like a
Just like ten thousand years ago, he stepped out with neat steps and surrounded the intruders who dared to break into the emperor's tomb from all sides.
This is the first time that the legendary mogu appear in front of the trolls. These huge and sturdy beings have a rock-like body. They are like enlarged versions of humans, but they have recurved legs.
The face is like a piece of stone sculpture, full of a strange feeling. The eyes, the sharp ears, and the square cheeks seem to be carved from the same mold.
Even though more than 10,000 years have passed, these rocky mogu have not faded in time at all. They still retain the powerful force they used when they followed the emperor to fight in all directions. For a time, these golden swords that followed the prophet and the princess
The guards are like little men surrounded by a group of terrifying giants.
"You kid..."
Zul helplessly glanced at Princess Talanji, whose cheeks were slightly red. The old troll scolded the sword guards who drew their weapons. He tremblingly took out an ancient scroll from the pocket on his waist and held it high.
In the air, he shouted in low mogu language:
"The allies from thirteen thousand years ago have returned here! Let us fulfill our covenant with the great Thunder God Emperor!"
"We will resurrect your Emperor!"
Maybe it was Zul's explanation, maybe it was because of the scroll covered with the Thunder God's Seal in his hand. In short, these huge armies that could tear apart the invaders at any time stopped at this moment, as if they had returned to the rock state.
, even those huge and terrifying Royal Quilins have turned into lifelike stone sculptures just like before.
"ah."
Princess Talanji, who almost got into trouble, reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She whispered to Zul:
"The power of these mogu soldiers is really amazing. Is this the army of Thor? If it is such an army, it may be able to block or even defeat the undead of the Dark Blade."
"These? No, no, no."
Prophet Zul shook his head:
"These are just the burial legions of the King of Thunder. His real army is not here. And believe me, Your Highness Princess, the legions of the King of Thunder will definitely surprise you."
After finishing speaking, Zul looked at the heavy sarcophagus in the center of the mausoleum and said in a deep voice:
"Carry this coffin out! We will resurrect this ancient emperor under the throne of the King of Thunder. No other things in the tomb are allowed to be touched!"
"Ding Dong, Ding Dong"
The moment Zul's words fell to the ground, a strange, vague, and crisp sound of bells rang in the ancient tomb. The sudden sound made Zul and Princess Talanji stunned.
The other golden sword guards couldn't help but cast their gaze at the entrance of the tomb.
There, a slender figure wearing a black robe, holding a strange staff with a white prayer flag, was strolling towards them. The sapphire bell on the top of the staff wrapped with a strange prayer flag rang automatically in the wind,
And in that crisp sound, the cold blue mist spread behind him. Anything that came into contact with the mist, whether it was wood, gold, gems, or even stones, seemed to be rapidly withering in time, piece by piece.
Annihilation opens.
That is not the force of the flow of time, that is death...the withering and withering of death.
"Zul, I heard that you are a dark prophet who can foresee the future... What I am curious about is whether my friend Bwonsamdi told you... that you are about to die..."
Tyrion's calm voice echoed in the tomb, and the moment he heard the voice, the prophet Zul's eyes suddenly shrank, and Princess Talanji beside him immediately snatched the Zul's hand.
The scroll was raised high, and the courageous Princess shouted loudly:
"Guards of the King of Thunder! The invaders have arrived!"
"For the supreme majesty of the King of Thunder! Kill him!"
