Before Zakaze and Duval had time to answer this question, Zul's envoy was already urging them outside.
Urging Tonatiu to act quickly, the opportunity cannot be wasted.
Seeing as Zul has helped him so many times and his subordinates so many times.
Tonatiu decided to believe him, and with doubts about what happened to Zuldazar now, he followed the messenger sent by Zul.
Zakaze and Duval did not follow. It seemed that their coming here was specially arranged by Zul in order to win his trust.
In effect, his arrangement also made Tonatiu believe in him to a certain extent.
Under night, in the wind and rain.
Tonatiu rode on a tall pterodactyl, led by two Zandalari trolls in front and behind, and headed for Dazar'alor.
On the land under the dark curtain, the violent storm never stopped, giving him a feeling of being precarious and withering.
The pterodactyl is not Lulu. After carrying Tonatiu, it flies even slower.
Almost more than an hour.
Only then did Tonatiu see Zuldazar from the air, amidst the wind and rain, the lights seemed not that bright.
The pterodactyls and Zandalar trolls did not take him to Dazar'alor, the pyramid city where the seal is located.
When the pterodactyl arrived at Zuldazar, it turned a corner, and Tonatiu recognized that the city on the ground in front of it was the highest level in the northern part of Zansul'dazar.
It is connected to Zocalo Square and the Tower of the Chosen, and houses the Tomb of Bwonsamdi, the Altar of Gonk, the Hall of the High Priests, and so on, the core of Zandalari's highest power.
The parliament hall is also here.
The palace of the Zandalar royal family is also here.
The pterodactyl team had just entered Zansul when a group of pterodactyls and a group of loud bats suddenly appeared in the sky.
Pterodactyls and giant bats both ride on a group of Zandalari trolls.
"Password!"
In the pouring rain, a Zandalar troll shouted in a loud voice.
Zul's messenger flying ahead responded loudly: "Zandalari will live forever!"
"correct!"
The voice shouted, "Report your origins! And what do you want to do in Zansul!"
Zul Messenger: "According to the order of the sorcerer lord Lal, a top chef was brought from the military port to Her Royal Highness the Princess and the MPs. You know, only navy chefs know how to cook delicious ocean food.
"
At this time, next to the Zandalari troll who shouted the command, another troll said to him: "Lord Lal said that there is an important banquet in the council hall today, and the food theme of this banquet seems to be seafood.
kind……"
The troll who shouted hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Zul's messenger:
"Okay. You can pass."
"May the Loa bless you." Zul's messenger praised and took the lead to pass.
Tonatius subconsciously lowered his body to make himself less conspicuous in the darkness.
The heavy rain and darkness obscured his strong body. The troll talking next to the shouting troll muttered as he flew by: "Why does this chef look so strong?"
After hearing this, Tonatiu muttered in his heart: "What's wrong with a strong chef? There is a saying that if you have a big head and a thick neck, you are either a rich man or a cook. It can be seen that chefs are generally stronger! Moreover, your slogan...
…Don’t the Zandalari trolls always like to shout this slogan? It feels too perfunctory to use this sentence as a slogan!”
After passing inspection by the patrolling Zandalari Air Guard, the Pterodactyl flew into Zansul.
This time it went smoothly. When the pterodactyl disappeared in a courtyard of a troll religious center, there was no obstruction along the way.
"The Prophet asks you to go in from here..." Zul's messenger pointed to a corridor door in the courtyard and said.
Tonatiu tightened his grip on the Kingdom Breaker behind him and nodded after making sure it was ready for use.
Facing the pouring rain, the king of the desert trolls walked in the direction pointed by the messenger.
Everything around it is very heavy, simple, solemn and resplendent. Although it may seem a little inconspicuous on a rainy night, in normal times this is the core area of Zandalari troll power.
Tonatiu moved forward.
What is very strange is that there is not even a troll on the road, only the lights burning on both sides of the corridor, proving that there are living trolls living here.
I don't know how long I've been gone.
Finally at the end of the road, he saw a very petite figure to him. She was wearing a small crown made of gold, squatting on the ground and not knowing what she was doing.
The princess who will lead the Zandalar Empire in the future and join the tribe is now considered a minor among the trolls.
After saving her from the Blood Troll last time, Tonatiu received 20 Zandalari warships from her lost father.
Zul gave him five more ships.
As for the current Princess Talanji, Tonatiu's impression of her is that she was a poor person on a high platform who witnessed her mother going crazy and stabbing her father to death and then accidentally falling to death. Both her parents died in a short period of time on the same day.
.
"Your Highness Princess?" He slowly approached and asked curiously
"You're here." The petite troll princess turned around and looked up at the tall desert troll king.
"You seem to know that I will come here?"
"Yes." She nodded and said. "The prophet said you would come here, and he asked me to wait for you here."
It's Zul again.
Tonatiu didn't know the underlying intention of the Dark Prophet's arrangement.
From the moment he arrived at the Zandalar Sea and met Sara Proudmoore, everything seemed to be wrapped in mystery.
Zul guided himself step by step, what exactly did he want to do?
If it weren't for his previous friendly actions and various help to him, Tonatius would not believe him like this.
Now that he can see Talanji, Tonatiu feels that the remaining mysteries of Zul should be answered.
"Where is Zul?" Tonatiu asked.
"I don't know," Talanji said, shaking her head.
"He just asked you to wait for me here? He didn't say anything else." Tonatiu asked in disbelief.
"have."
Talanji lowered his head.
she says.
"The prophet said, once I see you, press here."
When Tonatius heard what she said, he saw why she was squatting on the ground. It was because there was a small magic circle-like thing on the ground.
Talanji's little hand lingered there.
"Then what?" Tonatiu felt strange.
"Then……"
Talanji closed her eyes as she spoke.
"The prophet said: "The next step depends on the arrangement of fate"!"
