Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

On the way to the Zandalar Port, Andrea and the others could clearly feel that someone had been watching them along the way.

The uninterrupted surveillance throughout the day made Celes a little displeased, but Shandris, as a general, was used to it, and this kind of situation was perfectly normal on the battlefield.

"Be patient, we will reach our destination soon."

Andrea looked up into the air, and there were some small black spots hovering in the air in the distance facing the sun, which should be the source of the surveillance gaze they felt.

‘Pterodactyl? '

Andrea had a good impression of the forthright and talkative Storm King, but the two sides had their own masters, which was to be expected.

After entering the sea area of ​​Zuldazar, the number of ships hanging far above the sea increased significantly, and the surveillance in the sky became stricter.

Before figuring out the purpose of this fleet, the Zandalari troll temporarily maintained restraint and did not take the initiative to provoke.

When approaching Zandalar Port, this fleet squadron was surrounded by dozens of large and small warships.

Brigadier General Dalyan felt very aggrieved by this treatment, but Andrea did not order an attack, and all the sailors on the ship could only resist the urge to blow these wooden broken ships away.

It was at this time that Zandalari finally couldn't bear to send someone riding a pterodactyl to contact them.

The person who came claimed to be a subordinate of the Prophet Tatanarai, and was ordered by the Prophet to inquire about the intention of this fleet.

When the emissary saw the night elves coming out from the lower deck, his expression changed obviously, and his eyes became sharp and gloomy.

Andrea didn't care about an envoy. After telling him the invitation from the Cenarion Council, the fleet anchored outside Zandalar Port with peace of mind.

"Night Elf?"

Prophet Tatanarai frowned after receiving the news, and he stroked his fangs thoughtfully.

"Invite Zandalar druids to join the Cenarion Council? Hmph~ I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Looking at the five steel warships on the sea in the distance, Tatanalai squinted his eyes, "Is this a demonstration to us by the way?"

Litina, the war druid of the Zanchuli Council, asked, "Prophet, what should we do next? Let them dock?"

"Well, inform the 'visitors' and let them dock at the port. Letting guests dock on the sea outside the port is not the Zandalari way of hospitality."

Tatanalai walked forward with his staff, and waved to Litina by the way, "Litina, you go back and tell the God King the news, and I'll find out what's true about them."

"Okay, please be careful, Prophet."

Under the watchful eyes of countless Zandalari trolls, five warships officially docked at Zandalar Port.

In this era, the Zandalari's golden fleet is already considered a powerful army across the world, but it is still not enough in front of the steel warships of the Night Republic.

Andrea ignored the countless hostile gazes from the shore, and looked up at Dazar'alor, the capital city of Zandalari.

The greening in the city is very good, and the planning of each block is relatively reasonable. This capital city, which was built after the pyramid, looks a bit like a hanging garden of Babylon.

A pyramid very similar to Nazvatha stands at the highest point of Dazar'alor. Not surprisingly, it should be Zuldazar, the third giant seal that restricts G'huun.

The exquisite buildings in the style of the troll race are different from those of Anarchis, and generally speaking, it is a very prosperous metropolis.

The trolls living here are not hunched like Sandfury and Drakkari, but stand proudly straight, looking more confident.

Cargo-carrying gigantic brontosaurs pulled caravans to and fro, tame herbivorous dinosaurs that seemed better suited to cargo than kodos.

Shandris focused more on the surrounding Rastari guards. These well-equipped Zandalari troll soldiers seemed to have good combat effectiveness, and they should be stronger than the Frost Troll and Sandfury Troll.

Celeste's focus is different from that of her sister and her husband. She thought that the city of Zandalari trolls would be filled with the stench of voodoo, but the fact is different from her prejudiced subjective idea.

Dazar'alor is filled with strong natural force. Countless pterodactyls are flying freely above the city. There are also many caravans of brontosaurus passing through the city. The harmonious coexistence between humans and animals is vividly reflected. The whole city brings It's good for Celeste's senses.

A mature troll walked towards Andrea slowly with a staff, followed by dozens of fully armed guards, including a few voodoo puppets unique to trolls.

'The level of civilization development is quite good, no wonder they were able to rule ancient Kalim for thousands of years before the rise of the night elves. '

The polite-looking troll bowed politely to Andrea and said, "Welcome distinguished guests from afar. I am Tatanalai, Prophet of the Zandalari Empire."

Andrea also nodded in return, "I am Andrea, the emissary of the Cenarion Council, thank you, Prophet, for welcoming me."

Tatanale froze when he heard Andrea's name, and then he looked at Andrea's face and temperament uncertainly.

"Excuse me for my poor eyesight, is it possible that Your Excellency is Andrea Moonshadow, the supreme leader of the Republic of Night?"

"oh?"

Andrea looked at this Prophet who was so impeccable in dealing with others with some surprises, and smiled unabashedly, "Yes, but now I'm on vacation and I don't have official duties."

"This trip is just an envoy of the Cenarion Council, and by the way, responding to the kind invitation of King Loalezan, and does not involve political exchanges."

"Rezan?"

Tatanalai's eyes were fixed. "So that's it. Your Excellency is one of the wandering night elves that Rezan met back then."

"Hehe~"

Strong laughter came from the direction of the pyramid, and after a gust of breeze blew, the huge figure of Devilsaur Loalezan appeared in front of everyone.

The Zandalari trolls present respectfully saluted the king Loa who had protected them for tens of thousands of years, while Andrea waved to Rezan with a smile.

"Long time no see, Kings Loalezan."

Rezan nodded gently to Andrea, "Long time no see, Andrea, the eternal life of the night elves saves me a lot of trouble in identifying people."

Andrea didn't expect that Rezan would suddenly make such a joke, and Tatanalai's face was a little embarrassed. He has been a prophet for 10 years, and Rezan still can't accurately pronounce his name...

"Hayali, you..."

Tatanalai sighed faintly, "Dear Rezan, Prophet Hayali has passed away. I am Tatanalai."

"Forehead……"

Rezan paused, and then said nonchalantly, "Okay, Tatanalai, I can vouch for Andrea and take him to meet the God King...what's his name?"

Tatanalai: "..."

The Prophet began to wonder if his own kings, Loa, were demented.

The corners of Andrea's mouth twitched, "No wonder, for the immortal Loa, it is really difficult to remember the names of every god king and prophet who will change in less than a hundred years. '

Tatanale sighed tiredly, he managed to restore his smile and directed Andrea, "Mr. Andrea, please, God King 'Samilo' is waiting for you at the Golden Throne."

Seles felt a little amused by the prophet's pronunciation, "Is it necessary to use the accent on purpose..."