The Zandalari Queen opened her mouth in a wide smile, revealing a mouth of sharp and delicate teeth, and her thick lips were like two pieces of sausage.
Such a perfect smile made both Vol'jin and Lorkhan stunned for a while.
Wojin was the first to react and saluted respectfully:
"Wo'jin has seen the queen." Finally he couldn't help but look up and take a few more glances.
The queen smiled faintly, moved lightly on her lotus steps, and had a noble temperament. A strong body odor spread throughout the palace, and said softly: "Two distinguished guests have come to our kingdom of Zandalar. Please don't be polite."
Even the voice was so beautiful. Sniffing the alluring body odor, Vol'jin and Lorkhan were intoxicated together.
King Rastakhan turned his back. He was really scared, but he was still a little unwilling in his heart. He deliberately said loudly: "Let's go, let's go, let's all go. The further away from me, the better."
The queen raised her head and took a deep look at King Rastakhan, opened her beautiful eyes slightly, bowed slightly, and left without any nostalgia or sadness, and left expressionlessly.
"Such a perfect woman, it's a pity that I didn't meet her at the right time. What a trick of fate." Wo'jin sighed deeply and pushed Lockhan, who was still in a confused state: "Let's go, it's time to go back to Ogre.
Mar, she has returned to Thrall, and Azeroth is still waiting for our rescue."
The queen took several maids with her and boarded Orgrimmar's ship.
It was originally a luxurious ship, but it was overshadowed by the magnificent Queen of Zandalari.
As night fell, Wojin wandered back and forth in the cabin, wanting to find a reason to see the beautiful queen. Even if he just took one look, he would be satisfied, but in the end reason defeated everything.
The door was pushed open violently, and Lockhan was carrying a jar of wine, drunk.
"Vol'jin, come on, have a drink with me, for the sake of the moonlight tonight, and for the sake of the beautiful Queen of Zandalari." Lorkhan staggered, his eyes blurred with drunkenness.
Who wouldn't get drunk when meeting such a beautiful woman? Wo'jin patted Lorkhan on the shoulder, grabbed the wine jar and took a big sip. The two trolls got drunk in the cabin.
From the moment she boarded the ship, Queen Zandalar locked herself in the cabin and did not show up. However, both Vol'jin and Lorkhan felt that this was a precious and unforgettable journey, and they hoped they would never reach Ogre.
Ma.
Unfortunately, happy journeys are always very short, and time seems to pass by in an instant. Within a few days, the port of Durotar can be seen. Thrall has already received the news and prepared a grand welcome ceremony.
When Thrall saw the Queen of Zandalari, he felt dizzy and almost lost his composure.
Although orcs and trolls are different races, they have similar aesthetics. For example, they both like sharp teeth, thick waists, strong limbs, and rough skin that can withstand wind and rain.
"Sure enough, she is a rare beauty." Thrall sighed deeply. Looking at Agna next to him, he suddenly felt that she was just a vulgar girl. No matter in temperament or appearance, she was crushed by the Queen of Zandalari.
The beautiful Queen of Zandalari was neither humble nor overbearing. She spoke elegantly to Thrall, praising the magnificence of Orgrimmar and the might of the orc army. She then led her maid to stay in the luxurious hotel arranged for her by Thrall.
"Such a perfect and peerless beauty, I hope that the envoy of the gods can show mercy to her." Cruel Sal also sighed like this.
Three hundred strong tauren and pandaren have been transported to Orgrimmar. A grand banquet is being prepared. Thrall has prepared a long menu, which brings together the masters of Azeroth and Draenor.
Cooking skills.
Sure enough, all the Divine Envoy needed was respect. He was very satisfied with Thrall's preparations, especially the Queen of Zandalari personally accompanying him, which made the Divine Envoy feel Thrall's sincere friendship.
Entering Orgrimmar for the second time, the divine envoy still covered his head and face with his cloak. Looking at Orgrimmar's grand welcome ceremony, the divine envoy's eyes finally had a look of satisfaction.
"Sal, I know you very well. You are a king. All kings must have a vicious heart, be cruel, ruthless, and abandon all emotions. All people in the world are ants. This is the qualified king."
Sal kept nodding his head, feeling deeply.
Thoradin the Great was a great human king. He used conspiracy and force to unify the various human tribes and gave the conquered people the right to live in peace and freedom.
But because of this, after Emperor Thoradin disappeared, the conspirators who were ready to take action lost their suppression and became ambitious. The unified kingdom soon fell apart, and from then on, human countries fell into a melee.
It was said that the envoy of God was Emperor Thoradin. When he saw this scene, he didn't know if he regretted his kindness.
In this backward and barbaric era, kings cannot be merciful. This is a lesson learned through countless bloody examples in history.
Sal laughed:
"Noble divine envoy, you have won my heart. You are cruel and ruthless. Don't believe in any retribution. The savior of Azeroth, everyone knows that this is a lie, but what can they do? This world is inherently dark.
"
The divine envoy nodded: "Thall, you must have a very good teacher. He taught you the most important knowledge as a king, which is cruelty and ruthlessness. Haha, I heard that you invited the Queen of Zandalari.
, I’m very much looking forward to it.”
Thrall's mentor was of course Medivh, who had a great influence on him. Thrall changed the subject and asked tentatively: "I heard that Emperor Thoradin had humiliated the trolls many times."
The divine messenger remained calm and said with a smile:
"That's a simple strategy to suppress the trolls. The great history of the trolls makes them extremely proud. They always value dignity and value it more than anything else. Whenever the emperor humiliates them, they will fight tooth and nail.
Taking revenge and being defeated by the Great Emperor, what is the difference between taking unprepared revenge and committing suicide."
Thrall was a little disappointed that he failed to detect the true identity of the divine envoy, and suggested: "Master divine envoy, the queen of Zandalar has been waiting for a long time. Women, you must have some time to prepare. Let's have a drink first."
The divine envoy nodded and said nonchalantly:
"I've heard that Queen Zandalari is a rare beauty. Of course, I can't appreciate the beauty of the trolls. It humiliates the Zandalari Empire like this. I really want to know what King Rastakhan thinks."
Thrall beamed with joy and said confidently: "There is no hatred between kingdoms, only the exchange of interests. Believe me, the Zandalari Empire will surrender to the tribe sooner or later. The trolls are a cruel race, but when facing enemies more cruel than them, they are very
If you are willing to surrender, I killed all the Darkspear trolls, and the Darkspear trolls are now loyal allies of the orcs."
The divine envoy smiled slightly: "Yes, there are many heroes in Azeroth, but you are the only true hero."
Thrall was very impressed by what he heard and winked at Vol'jin.
The negotiations went well, and it was time for Queen Zandalar to take the stage. Vol'jin hurriedly went to invite the queen.
The dressing room prepared for the Queen of Zandalari was quiet. Wo'jin pushed the door open and saw a maid falling softly. Wo'jin felt a chill in his heart and felt something was wrong.
Several maids brought by the queen were dead, and the queen of Zandalar fell in a pool of blood. She broke her fangs and stabbed them in the chest.
The queen in full dress was like a beautiful flower of blood, with a mocking smile on her lips. She was obviously ready to die happily. Wojin hurriedly held on to the wall, only to feel dizzy.
On the ground, the queen wrote a line of last words in ancient troll language: