When it comes to intrigues and secret calculations, Lorkhan is much worse than Vol'jin.
Lorkhan said disapprovingly: "Isn't the Zandalari Empire the final decision of the god-king Rastakhan?"
Wojin explained very carefully: "A great king is the support of his ministers, and excellent ministers are the courage of the king. Zul is the courage of Rastakhan. Without Zul, he will only be cowardly."
The killers of the Burning Legion are very terrifying. Zul is only a prophet after all, and his own strength is not strong. Vol'jin and Lorkhan are not eager to see King Rastakhan, but are waiting for news of the killer.
Soon the killer sent word that Zul had left Zuldazar early and was missing.
Vol'jin frowned deeply, Zul was worthy of being a prophet of darkness, and he actually predicted his future.
When you reach such a prominent position as Wojin, you will naturally not believe in prophets and prophecies like ordinary people. Even the bosses of the Burning Legion and even Titan-level creatures cannot guarantee that the prophecies will be accurate.
The so-called prophecy is just too much wisdom for ordinary people. Zul probably expected that Vol'jin would attack him, so he ran away in advance.
"Without Zul, this matter is settled, let us present a big gift to Rastakhan."
In Zuldazar's palace, the god-king Rastakhan on the throne had a gloomy face. He had already made preparations. He had ambushed the swordsmen behind the screen. He was just waiting for the signal of throwing a cup, and the swordsmen rushed out.
Chop Vol'jin and Lorkhan into mincemeat.
Vol'jin led Lorkhan into the palace. Lorkhan immediately felt a chilling air and his scalp was numb with fear.
"Don't worry, this is just a sign of Rastakhan's cowardice." Vol'jin comforted in a low voice:
"Zundasa is the capital of the Zandalari Empire and Rastakhan's territory. He can kill us at any time. Why bother to ambush the killer in the palace? Well, he is just a coward."
Lockhan was still frightened and said uneasily: "I thought this was a good job, but I didn't expect that it might cost my life. If I had known it, I wouldn't have come. Woking, is it really okay?"
"Hehe, I'm ready." Wojin squinted his eyes and said confidently.
Vol'jin and Lorkhan entered the palace and bowed first according to etiquette. Rastakhan on the throne remained silent.
"King Rastakhan, the great savior Thrall sends his greetings to you."
Wo Jin's voice was loud, neither humble nor arrogant:
"The orcs came to save Azeroth. The great savior Thrall worked hard and worried about the safety of all races in Azeroth. When he came, Thrall told me personally that he was worried that you would have concerns.
I have been specially asked to prepare two large gifts, which represent Thrall’s good intentions, and I hope the God King will accept them favorably.”
Rastakhan knew that Vol'jin was resourceful and was Thrall's think tank. He wanted to stop talking nonsense with him and directly ordered the Axeman to kill him. He was already holding the cup in his hand.
When he heard that there was a big gift, Rastakhan was curious and put down the cup again.
Wo'jin clapped his hands, and several troll attendants came up and installed a small stove in front of the throne, with a gold basin filled with water placed on it. The objects were beautifully carved and exquisitely crafted.
The everlasting Zandalari Empire has never seen any treasures. Rastakhan showed an unhappy look: "Is this the gift Thrall gave me? I don't think it is anything more than that."
Vol'jin bowed and explained:
"This is just preparation work, a new delicacy. After the stove is burned, the water in the golden basin is boiling hot. Just add some fresh meat and dip it in the seasonings prepared in advance. It will taste very delicious."
Although the Zandalari Empire is ancient, it does not have this way of eating. However, this failed to impress Rastakhan. He waved his hand and said: "If this is all, it's okay not to eat." After that, he went to get the cup on the side.
Wojin smiled slightly and said: "The real gift is not this special delicacy, but the ingredients themselves."
Several trolls walked into the palace again, pressing two cloth-covered ingredients. One of them was a strong tauren and the other was a slender female panda. Wojin introduced them calmly:
"This tauren is the legitimate son of Cairne Bloodhoof, a true tauren warrior. Today, his meat has become a delicacy in the palace. Believe me, this is a rare delicacy."
Rastakhan took a deep breath and was extremely shocked. He knew that Cairn Bloodhoof was a warrior and a violent tauren warchief. If Rastakhan treated his legitimate son like this, Cairn would definitely fight to the death.
Vol'jin knew that he was calm when he saw Rastakhan's expression. The Zandalari Empire closed its eyes and listened, unaware of Thrall's cruelty. Vol'jin pointed at the pandaren woman and said: "My king, have you heard that
Meet Zhu Taran, the leader of Shaozong Zen Monastery."
For Taran Zhu, Rastakhan was like a thunderbolt.
Many years ago, Zhu Taran led several disciples to travel into the Zandalari Empire. They visited famous masters of the troll clan and had friendly discussions. They fought throughout the Zandalari Empire without any defeat.
"This is the only daughter of the head of Zhu Talan, today's second ingredient."
Vol'jin squinted his eyes and sneered: "Master Zhu Taran is willing to dedicate his only flesh and blood to Azeroth. Of course, he must control himself and not generate hatred, otherwise the evil of hatred will take advantage of him.
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Rastakhan was petrified. The legitimate son of Cairn Bloodhoof and the only daughter of head Taran Zhu had become food for the orcs. The savior Thrall turned out to be so terrifying, far beyond his imagination.
I saw the troll chefs starting to cut off pieces of bloody meat and carefully putting them into the hot golden pot. The tauren and the pandaren women screamed in pain, and the blood spurted out, which scared Rasta.
Hasese shivered.
The chef scooped up the cooked meat, put it on a whole plate, spread it with delicious sauce, and brought it to Rastakhan.
The trolls have always been cruel. Even the relatively civilized Zandalar trolls will eat the flesh of their own race without hesitation without any psychological pressure.
But Thrall's cruelty made Rastakhan fear from the bottom of his heart. His hands shook uncontrollably. Rastakhan believed that if he refused, all the Zandalari trolls would be eaten by the orcs.
It will also be torn apart by Thrall.
Zul's last reminder had already been thrown into the maelstrom by Rastakhan. He trembled and said: "I promise, I promise to let the queen serve the Lord God Envoy."
Vol'jin felt proud and let out a sigh of relief. If Rastakhan refused, it would be troublesome. Thrall would have to face Archimonde's wrath. Fortunately, Rastakhan was a coward.
"King Rastakhan, thank you for your sincerity. We have all sacrificed a lot for Azeroth. Without further ado, please condescend the queen to return to Orgrimmar with us and return to the great savior Thrall."
The frightened Rastakhan had to order someone to fetch the queen.
When the queen of the Zandalari Empire appeared in the palace, Lorkhan was immediately stunned by her beauty. His eyes did not move, and she looked like a wooden sculpture.
Vol'jin performed slightly better. He was surprised at first, and then he was deeply attracted. He had long heard that Queen Zandalar was famous for her beauty, but he didn't expect that she was so beautiful.
The long and sharp fangs, a pair of big eyes, skin as rough as sand, and a ferocious face that seemed to want to prey on people deeply attracted Wojin. He felt that he had finally met his true love.