Elune spreads her benevolent power across the land, bringing light to all living beings in the darkness.
The scorching Fire Feather Mountain.
Tonatiu was a troll alone, carrying a dagger and advancing through the valley.
"This place is full of elements. Those slaves are very good as slaves, but they are too chaotic and are not qualified soldiers."
"That stupid guy Ragnaros followed the orders of the weakest among us, and he was beaten badly!"
"That bloated stone listened to me and C'Thun the most. But C'Thun betrayed me, and I was betrayed by it!"
"I'm curious, troll. You're here at this time, what do you want to do?"
"..."
Tonatiu, who was focused on his mission, listened to Xal'atath's chattering all the way.
He now somewhat understands Big Chin's predicament back then. Neltharion's office is underground, the closest place to the Ancient God. The Black Dragon King is still the jailer. He cannot avoid it and can only face it directly. No wonder he will be driven crazy in the end.
Fall.
if it is possible.
He wants the young lady to shut up.
The method used should not be rough. Once he invades roughly and uses unreasonable force, Xalatas will definitely be obedient. But she will be non-violent and non-cooperative, and Tonatius sometimes feels that listening to her nagging is too
Not bad.
Very contradictory.
But that's it.
at this time.
A living flame spotted Tonatiu. It was stunned for a moment, as if it couldn't believe that a flesh-and-blood creature dared to appear here at this time.
But in the end.
Its chaotic nature still caused it to put aside all doubts and rush towards him roaring.
"Oh! A cub of Ragnaros, how do you want to deal with it? Use your strange power?!"
The young lady said.
Tonatiu did not answer.
He lifted a stone from the ground, and his hands were shining with light. It was a mixture of gold and silver, and it looked like a power that would make people want to kneel down and worship.
This power was injected into the ordinary stone, and the stone became dazzling. Then Tonatiu used all his strength to smash the stone against the living flames.
boom!
The stone accurately hit the living flames that rushed towards it heroically. With a roar, the core of the living flames shattered. "Roar", it wailed unwillingly and dissipated in the air, even the core was shattered.
"What do you think of this kind of power? Dear Ancient God, can you guess what kind of power it is?"
Tonatiu said to the ancient god in the sea of consciousness with a little pain.
Of course he was in pain.
Because just now, he consumed the power of faith of two units, strengthened the ordinary stone, and turned it into a powerful long-range weapon.
Combined with the power of his own throwing, he can easily kill the living flames instantly.
The power of faith between two units!
Zangar, the most devout and powerful believer, can only provide about two to three units of faith power in a month at most. In other words, he just threw out Zangar for a month...
Tonatiu is now very short of the power of faith. If he can, he doesn't want to waste any of it.
Now let's do this.
I just want Miss Gushen to shut up, find something to attract her attention, and stop nagging her endlessly.
Seeing his astonishing "magic attack", Xal'atath seemed to be lost in thought and didn't speak for a while.
Tonatiu relaxed.
He was looking for his goal in the desolate Huoyu Mountain.
…
same time.
The remote Zandalar Islands.
A huge temple with candles lit from the fat of the most powerful beasts burning on its walls.
In the shadow of candlelight.
The right-hand man of Rastakhan, the Zandalari god-king, and the leader of the witch doctors, the Dark Prophet Zul, is receiving his compatriots from the southern desert of Kalimdor.
"Mighty Zul, please accept greetings from Zul'Farrak. I am Zul'M'Raen. His Majesty the God King asked me to find you. He said that Zandalar will give Zul'Farrak assistance."
A desert troll with a mask on his face and a hunched waist said to the young Zul.
"certainly."
"Zandalar will help all trolls."
Zul nodded.
"But I hope to know something about Zul'Farrak's plan. You just told Zandalar that you are going north to expand. This is good, the world belongs to the trolls. But what do the desert trolls do? Do you have any plans?"
The equally young witch doctor Zum'raen was the messenger sent by Zul'Farrak to see the god-king enthroned and ask for support.
Witch Doctor Zum'raun: "Honored Prophet. Our powerful chieftain, Ukozi Sandtop. He will lead us to conquer Kalimdor! Chiefs Ukozi Sandtop and Luruz, they are awakening Ghaziri.
pull!"
"Gaz'rilla? A powerful hydra! It does have hope of leading Zul'Farrak forward! Lord Zum'raen, Zandalari will provide you with support."
"Thank you! So, when is it? How much help is there?!"
"Well... please go back and rest. A troll will come to you tomorrow. If there are resources, help, and time for help, just talk to him."
"Then I stand down. Dear Prophet."
"Well...the Loa will bless you!"
"The Loa will bless you too!"
"..."
Looking at the back of the desert troll witch doctor as he left, the dark prophet shook his head imperceptibly.
In a prophecy he made a long time ago, he predicted that the desert trolls would be destroyed, and that the desert trolls would be the first to disappear among the several troll empires that split that year.
Desert trolls are too weak.
Zulming knew that the Desert Trolls would be destroyed, and told Rastakhan, but after discussing with the God-King, they chose to help the Desert Trolls.
In addition to the fact that they are trolls, Zandalari has an obligation to help them. The biggest reason, to use an idiom from another world, is that Zandalari unconditionally helps the desert trolls, which is "a thousand pieces of gold"!
If Zandalar wants to make the troll empire rise, it must unite all the trolls and restore the glory of the Zul Empire! If it wants to unite the trolls that have degraded and even become a mess internally, of course there is no other choice but to
Even if you talk about it verbally, you also need practical help.
The desert trolls are the first group, and they will be the best advertisement for Zandalar to unite with other trolls.
"The next messenger."
Zul said to one of his apprentices and his subordinates.
"Invite him over."
As he continued to work, Zur's eyes suddenly blurred, but he remained calm.
The prophecy has come again.
In a thick fog that only he could see, he saw a large desert. The conditions in the desert were very harsh. But in such a harsh desert, a rare oasis appeared, and in the oasis there was a huge
Pyramid City.
Zul saw many trolls living in the city, but these trolls were very similar to the Zandalar trolls. They were all upright and very tall.
He also saw a tall troll overlooking the city at the highest point of the pyramid city.
Zul wanted to see his face.
But then the thick fog dissipated, and a troll's face appeared in front of him, but it was not the troll in the prophecy, but the messenger from Zul'Aman.
The messenger was very rude when he arrived.
"Zul'Aman is preparing to launch a war to drive away those long-eared people! What help will Zandalari provide?!"
Zul frowned.
A city in the desert?
Desert troll?
Aren't they bound to disappear?
He shook his head and let his attention return to reality and face the messenger.
