If there is one troll among the trolls that Tonatiu admires, it may only be Zul.
Rastakhan was very ambitious in the early stage, but in the later stage he was really not a wise man.
Frost King Malak is also a character, but I don't know whether it's his fault as a big butterfly or the fault of the world. Malak has now turned into a pool of disgusting blood.
The young Princess Talanji is still young, and everything she does in the game cannot be said to be a great achievement.
But at least Zandalar was saved in the end. Even if it became a vassal of the Horde, at least Zandalar could survive.
From the standpoint of other races in Azeroth, and from the standpoint of the Zandalar royal family, what Prophet Zul will do in the future is certainly wrong.
But from the standpoint of ordinary trolls, or even all trolls, what Zul did was not for the sake of the trolls' living space.
It's just that he found the wrong owner.
Moreover, Zul's insistence on assisting ordinary trolls, a Zandalari national policy, convinced Rastakhan to implement it.
Looking at the other members of the Zanthul Council, they are either fighting for power or treating other trolls as inferior creatures.
Tonatiu still remembers the first time he met the prophet Zul in the game. The old guy spoke mysteriously, but his attitude was very friendly.
When Horde players go to Zandalar for the first time in the game, if they go to Zansul without completing the prerequisite tasks.
All the NPC dialogues along the way were like "I don't talk to untouchables", "This place doesn't belong to you. Leave, untouchable!", "This is not the place you should be!", "Untouchable, leave here!"
discriminatory discourse.
The priests of Loa spoke in even more arrogant tones than the arrogant Quel'dorei.
In the entire Zandalar Empire, only Princess Talanji and Prophet Zul had a better attitude towards the players at the beginning.
Ridiculous Zul is also a defining villain in the game.
Attention returns to reality.
After exchanging pleasantries with Tonatiu, Zul said nothing more to Tonatiu. He just smiled and said, "May Loa protect you."
"May Loa protect you," Tonatiu replied.
Prophet Zul said nothing more and followed Rastakhan towards the twisted and entangled blood clots and mist.
At this time, Lal came up. He had dealt with Tonatiu the most and said apologetically: "I'm sorry. Chief, it's a bit chaotic. But it's just a small problem. The blood troll will not succeed."
"It's okay." Tonatiu nodded and pointed at the military strength of the Zandalari trolls that had chopped a hellfire into pieces. "With them, I feel very safe."
"Zandalari will live forever!" Ral said proudly, and followed Zul and Rastakhan as he walked over.
A young Zandalari troll priestess with gorgeous clothes and a golden velociraptor skull decoration on her head walked by and looked at Tonatiu curiously.
Tonatius smiled politely at her, and she was stunned for a moment before returning his smile.
At this time, a Zandalari female priest with a gloomy face, equally gorgeous clothes, and a dark aura walked over.
"Don't cause trouble in Zandalar." She said this incomprehensible thing without even looking at Tonatiu, and walked straight over.
Tonatiu frowned.
Some more trolls walked over one after another, but they never spoke to Tonatiu again or had any interactions.
It's like he doesn't exist.
That look was just like the ministers of the Chinese dynasty back on earth, who almost turned their noses in the air when facing the barbarian chiefs who came to pay tribute.
Xal'atath whispered: "Ha! It seems that your status among the trolls is really low!"
Tonatiu said nothing.
But he was actually very unhappy.
"Don't worry." Xal'atath said a kind word in a rare gesture of comfort, "Follow me. They will beg you."
Tonatiu: "???"
"Follow me. Listen to me." Xal'atath said again.
After all, Miss Ancient God was well-informed, so Tonatiu endured the discomfort of being ignored and followed this group of noble Zandalari nobles to the edge of the bloody mist.
Not to mention the poor hellfires that fell into the sea of trolls not far away, their defeat is already a certainty.
Here, in the Blood Troll's magic circle, hundreds of troll corpses are entangled in it. In a short period of time, it has melted into blood clots. The dirty blood seems to be alive, crawling like a snake inside the magic circle.
Rastakhan stood on the edge of the magic circle, with the bloody mist in front of him. He couldn't help but reach out and reach in.
As soon as his strong and huge arms came into contact with the blood-colored mist, it turned into a "blah blah blah" sound of water and fire meeting.
Where Rastakhan touched the mist, it was corroded to the point of causing wounds, and his skin began to fall off, looking terrifying and disgusting.
"Your Majesty, this is the sacrificial circle of the blood-donating troll." Ancestor Zul said next to him. "It requires more than 30 senior blood god priests to die at the same time and then sacrifice with a special magic blade to activate the terror.
Witchcraft. It’s very difficult to deal with.”
"Zul, my Talanji!" Rastakhan growled. "She's still in there! Get her out, get her out! Otherwise Tana will die of grief!"
Hearing him mention the name of the Queen of Gods, Zul helplessly replied: "Your Majesty, you know that Her Royal Highness the Princess should be fine for the time being. Her Majesty Lezan's power protects her."
"I know!" Rastakhan was a little irritable. "If she hadn't been safe for the time being, I would have rushed in!"
It turned out that in the center of the bloody mist, among the twisted and entangled blood clots and sewage, there was a place emitting golden light, and a small round cover covered it.
That is where the princess of Zandalari stays. As a member of the Zandalari royal family, as long as she is in Zandalari, the power of Raizan, the guardian of the kings, will automatically protect her.
"You! Priests! Save her, I command you!" Rastakhan roared. "Get her out! Yazma! Lal! Eloti! Duval! Rost! No matter who it is, save her.
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"Your Majesty! Please don't worry." Duval felt that this was a good opportunity to strengthen Bat Loa's influence in Zandalari. He stepped forward and said:
"His Majesty Sirik will ensure that Princess Talanji returns safely."
"Then let me see His Majesty Sirik's power!" Rastakhan growled.
"OK!"
Duval agreed, stepped forward and stood in front of the bloody mist, held his breath, closed his eyes and called on the power of the cunning god he believed in.
A huge bat figure appeared behind the Zansul councilor. The power of the Zandalari bat Loathric came. He screamed and rushed towards the bloody mist, and then...then...then...his
The shadow melted into the bloody mist.
Rastakhan and Zansul councilors looked at him coldly. Duval was stunned for a moment and said with some embarrassment:
"Your Majesty is too far away from here, I will try again!"
He continued to call on the power of Bat Loathric, and a larger bat shadow formed behind him.
But a scene happened that made Duval feel ashamed. The growing shadow of the bat Loa actually spoke in the air.
His voice resounded with empty words: "Duval! Stop! Do you want to feed my power to the gods of the corpse dealers?!"
Then……
The figure of Roathric the Bat automatically disappeared, leaving Duval, who was so embarrassed that he wanted to convert, and the other Zansul councilors who were gloating about his misfortune.
