After a midnight dream, Talanji, the little princess of Zandalar, woke up again in the middle of the night.
"Father……"
"Mother……"
Along with the suppressed crying of the young troll, the tears that had been shed all day came out of her silver-blue eyes again.
How she wished it was just a nightmare.
But reality told her that she was now only a troll, a troll!
Father, mother, they have gone to another world.
A world from which there will never be any return.
Clutching the quilt covering herself, Talanji cried, like a little bird abandoned by its parents, wailing helplessly in its nest.
"Princess?"
In the darkness, a gentle voice suddenly came.
There was concern in this voice.
"Who?" Talanji, who was crying, was startled. She quickly wiped her tears and asked in a low voice.
"Zul."
A gentle-looking old troll with silver hair appeared beside Talanji's bed, holding a lamp with a small light.
"It's you, the Prophet." Talanji recognized his identity and felt even more sad.
The Dark Prophet, his father's best friend, is also his father's right-hand man.
The Prophet is the most powerful troll in the Zandalari Empire besides the God-King, and he has always supported his father.
Talanji is very familiar with Zul, and it can even be said that she is the one Zul watched growing up.
Zul is a very close uncle to her, an elder she respects.
Especially after the death of his father and mother, he has become one of Talanji's biggest supports.
Talanji has two such sources of support.
One is Zul and the other is Raizan.
Talanji saw Zul sighing, and the troll prophet looked at her with gentle eyes: "Sorrow is like the bite of Akunda, it will only fill our hearts with bitterness. But we want to brew the best wine.
, but cannot live without this bitterness.”
When Talanji heard him say this, she was stunned with tears still on her face.
"This sentence seems to be what you said to me when you took me to travel to Wharton. When I drank the wine brewed by His Majesty's priests in His Majesty Akunda's palace?" She asked him in a low voice.
"Well, Your Highness, your memory is really good. You are a troll with a very powerful talent. You are very smart." Zul said with praise.
Being praised by the Dark Prophet is an incredible honor in the Zandalari Empire.
Everyone knows that the prophet generally does not praise trolls very much, and the trolls that he can praise must be the best trolls among trolls!
Talanji couldn't help but show a somewhat proud expression on her little face.
But immediately, she thought of her father and mother who died tragically, and she became sad again, and the tears that had been suppressed flowed out again.
She heard Zul sigh again.
In Talanji's memory, the prophet rarely sighed, almost never.
Because everything is under control for him, sighing is a kind of loss and disappointment, and a prophet will never be disappointed.
But tonight, in just a short period of time, he sighed several times in front of himself.
Talanji knew that his father's death was also a great loss for Zul.
He lost a good friend and a king who supported him.
Talanji felt that no one except herself was involved in the death of her father.
The saddest troll in Zandalari must be the venerable Prophet of Zul.
Talanji is Talanji after all.
In the plot of the game, she can take over the fate of the entire Zandalari as a daughter in the future, and firmly lead the Zandalari trolls to find their own way in the melee between the Alliance and the Horde.
Even though she is still young, this strong quality has already been demonstrated in her.
Just like the time two years ago, when Zul accompanied her to travel to Wharton, she suffered from vomiting and diarrhea due to acclimatization.
The prophet wanted to bring her back.
Talanji persisted because she felt that the tradition of the young Zandalar royal family traveling the world accompanied by the prophet could not be broken by herself!
Looking at the sighing prophet, Talanji was obviously very sad, but he still made himself look optimistic.
"You are right, Prophet." The little troll princess said. "I can't be sad now. Zandalari lost their god king, and they are even more sad."
"You are so strong." Zul said in admiration. "Your Highness, please rest. I am right outside the door. You don't have to worry about your safety. I swear in the name of all generations of Zul that you are safe."
"No!" Talanji refused. The young Zandalari princess grew up at an extremely fast speed after the death of her father and mother. "Prophet, tell me what's going on outside!"
"What's going on outside? It's very good outside, everything is fine, and I'm here. Your Highness, don't worry, you're still young," Zul said.
Talanji said stubbornly: "Prophet, please speak!"
Zur looked at her, and she looked at Zul, not giving in at all.
"Okay." Zul sighed again.
"It's a little messy outside."
Zul observed Talanji and whispered:
"The cause of Her Majesty the Queen's madness is still being investigated. His Majesty Bwonsamdi's priests are contacting the destination of all things, hoping that the soul of His Majesty the God King can temporarily come back to take charge of the overall situation."
"I don't know why, but they can't contact the destination of all things for the time being, and He didn't receive a response."
The young princess seemed to be really thinking. She asked a question: "Where is the empire? What are the civilians doing now? What is the situation in Dazar'alor, Zansul and the commercial district?"
"There is some chaos. But I have allowed the army and Rastari enforcers to enter to maintain order in the city. The civilians are very sad. They have lost a good king." Zul said.
"Your Majesty Lezan! Where is His Majesty Lezan?"
"His Majesty is in a rage. He swore that he must find out the mastermind behind the scenes and destroy him." Zul said. "The Loa's all showed up, and I discussed with them. His Majesty's strong request was made by His Majesty Lezan.
Next, you will become the new God King of Zandalari after a period of time."
"A queen! A queen who has never existed in the history of Zandalari and the trolls."
"Queen of Zandalari?" Talanji was startled, fear flashing across her face.
"His Majesty Rastakhan has only one descendant of you, and His Majesty Lazan supports you. The other Loa did not express any clear objection. You are the Queen of Zandalari, there is no doubt!" Zul's tone became rare and hard.
"You mean, there is troll opposition?" Talanji, who was young but smart, heard the other meaning of Zul's words just now.
"Some trolls say that trolls have never had a queen and cannot have a queen. The kings will not agree, and neither will King Dasa." Zul said, shaking his head.
"How... did you refute? His Majesty Lazan will definitely not argue with trolls. The one who can argue with trolls must be you." Talanji asked.
Zul smiled, and then sighed: "I said, then ask him to ask King Dazar and ask the kings whether you are qualified to inherit Zandalar. If the kings say no
, and ask him to come back and tell us."
"How can you ask the kings? They have been dead for many years. Do you want to go to the Ataladasa Temple? No..." Talanji suddenly seemed to understand something.
For the first time, a faint smile appeared on her little face: "If you really say that, I'm afraid no troll will dare to object. I don't think any troll is really willing to go to the kings to ask questions at this time.
question."
Yes, all the kings are dead trolls. If you want to ask them questions, other than looking for the destination of all things, you can only find it yourself.
How to find it in person?
All the kings are dead trolls. If you want to ask them questions, you can only turn yourself into a dead troll...
Talanji found this interesting, but not because of the sophistry.
She was also a little touched.
The reason why I was moved was because Prophet Zul, who had always treated trolls gently, actually spoke like this to other trolls.
Of course Talanji understood why the Prophet had become so tough.
He hopes to be the Queen of Zandalari, and hopes that his friend's daughter can inherit his friend's throne instead of falling into the hands of other trolls.
"Prophet, thank you." The little princess has already realized in her heart that she is ready to take over the heavy responsibility of the Zandalari Empire, and has begun to transform into a queen.
Zul sighed again.
"It's a pity that Your Majesty cannot see the day when you ascend the throne with your own eyes," he said.
Talanji, who had just strengthened, felt sour again. But she got into the mood quickly, and instead of crying again, she said: "Prophet, do you know? You sighed six times in front of me tonight."
"Promise me you won't sigh in front of me again, okay?"
Talanji saw that after she said that he sighed six times.
In Zandalari, under one troll and above countless trolls, Prophet Zul's expression suddenly became complicated.
Nostalgia, pain, entanglement, sadness, and even some guilt. It was the first time Talanji saw this expression on his face, which made the little queen wonder if she had said the wrong thing.
"Okay." Prophet Zul said. "I will never sigh again. Not anymore. Alas..."
