Chapter seven hundred and forty-fifth: God's domineering
The capital of the Zandalari Empire, inside the royal palace of Zuldazar.
King Rastakhan looked at a table of exquisite meals, including roasted beef marrow and pandaren husband and wife lung slices sent by Thrall, but he couldn't eat them.
The queen's stigma had spread throughout Zandalari, and Rastakhan knew that the queen was innocent. At the moment of the queen's death, he was reminded by the Loa and learned of the queen's heroic sacrifice.
The queen's death was a silent struggle, but what could Rastakhan do?
The nobles of Zandalari are all smart, and they clearly understand that this is slander, but no one dares to oppose the great savior Thrall. The savior is always right. Those who resist are doomed to destruction and can only follow the trend.
Rastakhan was unable to compete with this majestic secular force. He hated his own incompetence and did not dare to resist Thrall's tyranny.
Zandalari is protected by the Loa gods. Unfortunately, Rastakhan has no choice but to repeat in Rastakhan's ears that Thrall is the great savior. It is these high-ranking Loa gods.
Rastaha sat there for a long time, waving his hand for the guards to go down, and crying silently alone.
The sadness of a king cannot be seen by outsiders, just like a defeated lion, it can only lick its wounds secretly in the corner.
"What should I do, what should the Zandalar Empire do?" Rastakhan felt his own weakness.
A gust of wind blew out the candle array on the table, and the room fell into darkness.
Rastakha opened his eyes curiously, and he saw a long shadow projected on the wall. This was a very familiar figure, and it was his favorite queen.
"My dear, are you back?" Rastakhan showed a look of surprise and stretched out his hand to touch the shadow on the wall, but found that he could not move, as if he was in a nightmare.
"Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look a lot haggard." The queen said with concern, "You should eat more, the Zandalari Empire needs you."
Rastakhan shook his head, with a bitter look on his face:
"With so many things happening in the empire, how can I make a living? Thrall is simply bullying others too much. There are also Vol'jin and Lorkhan. The orcs destroyed the Darkspear tribe, but they are willing to work for Thrall."
The queen comforted them softly: "They are just clowns who are not worth mentioning. They encourage the arrogance of the orcs and bully their own kind. Don't take it to heart. My king, it is the Loa gods you have to be careful about."
"Loa?" Rastakhan frowned. Loa is the protector of Zandalar, but it is also a double-edged sword. While protecting the Zandalari empire, it also affects the king's decisions.
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"Queen, the Loa gods are protecting our Zandalar Empire." Rastakhan said stubbornly.
The queen let out a long sigh: "Your Majesty, humans, dwarves, etc., do not have the protection of the Loa gods. If nothing else, let's just say that the Kingdom of Kul Tiras can compete with us with only a small number of tide sages.
, the Loa gods protect us, but they restrict our development and imprison the Zandalari trolls' thinking."
How could Rastakhan not know this truth? Ten thousand years later, there are many kings who have realized this, but no one can resist. The trolls have become accustomed to relying on the Loa gods: "Queen, I can't imagine losing
What kind of disaster will the Zandalari Empire face after killing the Loa god?"
The queen said sadly: "It may take a while, but I believe that the strong Zandalari trolls will be able to overcome difficulties and defeat the enemy with their own strength. Your Majesty, as if one day, the Loa gods fell one after another, please don't
If you sink too deeply and remain stubborn, you will eventually kill yourself."
Rastakhan showed a look of confusion. The queen did not explain, but said quietly:
"The Loa gods have different ideas from ours. The short-lived species can shine temporarily and give it a try just for a moment of glory. But the long-lived species, especially the so-called gods, are afraid of death and do not dare to take risks.
We can only adopt the safest way to deal with things. The Zandalar Empire will survive forever, but it is actually slowly decaying."
Rastakhan sniffed and became more and more distressed: "In addition to Loa, the trolls can rely on us. What else can help us?"
The queen was silent for a long time, and finally made up her mind and said slowly:
"Remember Nazmir? The glorious center of troll civilization hides the secret of the rise of trolls. Maybe we can mass-produce Loa gods and be completely controlled by you."
"Nazmir? Queen, what are you talking about?" Rastakhan was furious: "What did Zuldu say to you? What is your relationship? What are you hiding from me?"
The Queen sighed quietly. The reason why she hesitated was because she was worried about Rastakhan's suspicion. Unfortunately, Rastakhan still did not change at all. The Queen knew that she had fulfilled her responsibility and could only change the topic:
"Your Majesty, Thrall wants to make Lorkhan's illegitimate daughter the heir of the Zandalari Empire. This is a conspiracy that has been planned. Many Loa gods are involved. We have not had children for many years. It is also the fault of these Loa gods.
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Rastakhan said fiercely: "I will never let the throne of the Zandalar Empire fall into the hands of outsiders."
"Your Majesty, I hope you can remember today's oath and say goodbye. Remember, never make a deal with the gods. The throne can change hands, but the empire cannot be destroyed."
After that, the queen's beautiful figure disappeared little by little, and Rastakhan was in a trance. It took him a long time to wake up. Everything just seemed to be a waking dream.
After bidding farewell to the king, the queen looked troubled, obviously very uneasy.
Robbie knew the future direction of history and comforted him: "The world has changed. The Zandalari Empire is very lucky. You can relax."
The queen took one last look at the row upon row of ancient buildings in Zuldazar, with ripples in her beautiful eyes, and left with Robbie without looking back.
Generals from Darnassus, the Temple of the Moon, and the night elves gathered together to discuss how to deal with the unauthorized raid on the Burning Legion.
The envoy still covered his head and face with his cloak, looking mysterious. He asked fiercely:
"Tyrande, Malfurion, what have you done? The night elves are destroying Azeroth. All those involved should be captured and sent deep into the Watcher's Vault so that they will never see the light of day.
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A general of the Sentinel Force stood up and asked: "I don't understand, isn't the Burning Legion our enemy? They are attacking our homeland, so why are they guilty of destroying the Burning Legion?"
The divine envoy snorted coldly and said arrogantly:
"I represent the Moon God. If Elune, the Moon God, thinks they are guilty, they are guilty. The great Moon God is older than this universe. You cannot understand her wisdom at all, and she does not bother to explain it to you."
Shandis Yuyue took a step forward and asked: "If annihilating the Burning Legion is considered guilty, it will probably chill the hearts of millions of night elves. Who will be brave enough to fight against the Burning Legion in the future?"
The divine envoy was determined not to be unreasonable, but emphasized: "Do you dare to question the decision of the Moon God? Do you think that the Moon God Elune is wrong? Tyrande, what is the crime of blasphemy?"
Tyrande looked at Shandris Yuyue gloomily and sneered: "Those who blaspheme should be thrown into the abyss of nightmares and sink forever."