Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1780 6. The first Zul and the prophet in black

"Well, Dazar'alor, the land blessed by the gods, the golden city of trolls, the capital of the empire, eternal existence Look at it, how gorgeous it is, exactly as I remember it.

Except for the poor smell of the city that makes me uncomfortable, everything is as good as the future. "

An hour after his little adventure in Nazmir, Bo Laike and his "Teaching Four" stood on the streets of the capital of the troll empire.

Transformed into a jeweled troll aristocrat, he straightened his waist and opened his hands to express his praise and contempt for the grand city in front of him.

Behind him, Shaohao and the Monkey King, who were temporarily turned into trolls by Bu Laike with the "super sheep transformation technique", looked at the legendary city curiously like tourists.

Of course, the Pandaren Empire also had magnificent cities. The emperor's palace, Yongchun Terrace, was famous for its exquisiteness and grandeur in Pandaria, but the architectural art of the Pandaren was obviously different from the trolls who were good at making huge pyramid-shaped cities.

Especially for the panda people who advocate nature, it is hard to imagine such a huge city that can accommodate millions of people.

Although some lorewalkers had entered the golden city of Dazar'alor before, those descriptions written on paper were not as shocking as what they saw with their own eyes.

"I heard that the trolls have the largest historical library in the world, and they record all the stories from the beginning of civilization to the present."

Shaohao touched his newly grown fangs a little uncomfortable, and said to the Monkey King who was scratching his ears and cheeks in an accented troll language:

"I'm going to take a tour there, this is a rare opportunity."

"Aren't you going to warn the emperor of the trolls about the upcoming War of the Ancients?"

Bu Laike glanced back at Shaohao and said:

"Hurry up if you want to go. We can only stay here for three hours. You'd better not reveal your identity. Don't forget that there is no joke about the pandaren emperor berating the troll chieftain in Ni's story."

"I know how to act in secret."

Shaohao nodded, signaling to Bu Laike not to worry.

He took out the emperor's seal from his bag to prove his identity, and walked quickly towards Dazar'alor's palace with the Monkey Dynasty, who looked at everything new.

And Bu Laike took the little murloc sitting on his shoulder and whistling towards a group of troll children, and walked towards the other end of the giant city with ease.

He also has people he needs to meet.

To be honest, compared to Dazar'alor, which was extremely prosperous 10,000 years later, the Golden City 10,000 years ago is not necessarily more lively, and the development of civilization after 10,000 years has made the troll capital at this time full of people. An "original" taste.

Whether it's the rough pottery pots placed by merchants wearing animal skins on the street, or the poor handicrafts made due to insufficient metallurgical skills, and those troll guards who have no mighty posture ten thousand years later ride The scene of a triceratops draped in wooden boards swaggering through the city made the pirates quickly lose interest in the city.

hell!

There isn't even a barely-drinkable glass of wine here, and Laike has to drink his own wine.

Sure enough, although they are all ancient civilizations that have existed for more than ten thousand years, in terms of enjoyment, the savage trolls are really inferior to the pandaren.

Not to mention being compared with the extravagant and extravagant high elves.

No wonder the elves have always looked down on trolls. Although they have existed for a longer time, compared with the elves, they are indeed "poor relatives" in terms of quality of life.

The only thing that comforted the pirates was that he found the statue of Akunda who had just become Loa in the temple area of ​​Dazar'alor, and his naive appearance was no different from that of 10,000 years later.

He also found a sculpture of Setaris, the mysterious mistress of the serpent people, whom some trolls also worship.

But that's about it.

You can tell from the fact that old Gani is still a "dragon". Many loa that Bu Laike is familiar with have not yet been born at this point in time.

Of course, mean old Bwonsamdi is there, but pirates don't take the time to talk to a lonely widowed old troll on a quest to find a wife.

"Ahead is the prophet's residence! Don't come close!"

When the pirate and the little murloc came to the deepest part of the temple area, a group of giant troll guards blocked his way. Braike glanced at the temple in front of him. The guard said:

"I have made an appointment with Lord Zuer. I am his honored guest. Get out of the way and stay here. Don't let other people disturb us."

"Er yes, my lord!"

The eyes of a group of troll guards were distracted for a moment, and then became clear again.

They immediately moved out of the way, greeted Laike into the temple, and then helped him close the gate.

The light in the ancient temple suddenly dimmed. On the divination table in front of Laike, a blind old troll was holding a blackened tortoise shell and several strange-shaped bones for divination.

It could be seen that he was very concerned about the result of the divination, and he didn't even notice that Laike was approaching.

"Well, look at the unique burnt cracks on this tortoise shell."

Bu Laike leaned over and said in a drawn out voice:

"The split of the third crack indicates that disaster is approaching, and the crack at the end is twisted six times, indicating that the entire troll empire is facing signs of division and destruction.

And the broken powder inside proves that this high-quality tortoiseshell can hardly withstand the pressure brought by this prophecy.

If I had to give you a suggestion, my colleague, I would suggest that you send your guards to kill a few of the toga's brood to obtain the divine turtle shell and continue your calamity divination.

But I doubt that you and your empire have time. "

"Really professional!"

Bu Laike's description made the blind old troll seer give a thumbs up and exclaim:

"At first glance, you are a leader in our industry, but you seem to be a little late. I have been waiting for you since this morning, a time traveler who brings a revelation of destiny."

"You know I'm coming?"

Bu Laike glanced at the old troll in surprise, and said:

"You really scared me. Although I know that 'Zul' is a name used for inheritance, and each generation of imperial prophets will change their name to Zul, but to be honest, your Zul is better than the Zul I know. But much more powerful.

How could you guess that I would come? "

"Ha, I'm not guessing, my friend."

The old troll shrugged. He touched the black cloth that was tied around his eyes. Blood was still flowing from the cloth. He twitched and said:

"Yesterday's line of fate fluctuated so violently, it seemed like it was going to split the world's fate, but any prophet with some ability can guess that something big will happen.

Me, I'm one of the more talented people, so I prepared ahead of time.

It's not unusual, my friend.

Ever since the Empire crushed the buggers and pushed itself into a debilitating division, life for us prophets has become increasingly difficult.

The emperors no longer believe in those inaccurate divinations, so I must ensure that every prediction I make is correct, so that I can have a sheltered house in the Golden City. "

"Was this line of business 10,000 years ago?"

Bu Laike complained, he glanced at the old troll in front of him, and said:

"your eyes?"

"Ah, I stabbed myself blind this morning."

The troll prophet, the first Zul waved his hand and said indifferently:

"Don't worry about my eyes, friend, I'm a troll, just wait a few months and the eyes will grow back on their own, I'm only concerned about the diversion and prophecy you brought.

Please tell me, I will listen attentively. "

"No, I mean, why did you stab your eyes out?"

The pirate asked meaningfully:

"You don't want to see me? Or are you afraid of something?"

This question made the old troll hesitate, and after a few seconds, he said softly:

"Mortals can't look directly at the gods, can they? I can only listen, not see, otherwise it will bring disaster to me and my country in a certain era in the future."

"The technique of prophecy that the trolls have been passing down since their birth really has something."

Bu Laike curled his lips and said:

"Actually, I don't pay much attention to face-to-face, you are doing too much, if you use this method to express your respect for me, then congratulations on your success.

I have come to tell you that all your prophecies about war are correct, that the world will face terrible disasters, and the elves will bring the demons of the Twisting Nether to sweep the world.

Trolls must prepare for this imminent war, as well as for the age of the Sundering, when the world as you know it will fall apart overnight.

The days of the Zandalari, Gurubashi, and Amani triumvirate are coming to an end.

But fortunately you can keep your land and people, patiently accumulate strength and wait for the arrival of your next era. "

"Won't this affect the fate of the future?"

The old troll whispered:

"If I send such a prophecy to the emperor at this time, it will make us stronger in the future, and such strength will have a series of impacts on the development of the world."

"No, I'm not worried about that."

Bu Laike waved his hand and said:

"The divided island of Zandalar is that big, other civilizations are not vegetarian, and there are many conflicts among the trolls.

You have to understand that things that are destined to happen will still happen, the only difference is that when I need you in the future, you will be able to use more strength to enter the decisive battle.

In the time I came, the troll empire was still trying to reunite under the leadership of the Zandalari, but you really didn't have enough time.

So I thought, maybe we can buy some more time for your future in this era that belongs to the 'past'.

I think that in a life-or-death struggle, a united and powerful troll empire is more useful than disjointed clans.

as for fate

You don't have to think about it.

It has different meanings in my eyes and in your eyes. What you see is a map of destiny that has been planned, and all you can do is write and draw on the edge of those maps.

But what I see is a blank sheet of paper, and I can draw whatever I want.

The meaning of this time travel to me is the last world adjustment before entering the decisive battle, or 'cheating'. On the premise of not affecting those important events, I hope that you will prosper. "

"I see!"

The first Zul nodded seriously, and said:

"So tell me, what do you need us to do?"

"I need more warriors, and those mighty souls born in each age need to be sent to Bwonsamdi to be kept in Hades until I need them to join the living on the battlefield.

I need more loa, I don't want to see the greed of trolls consume my precious cannon fodder in pointless plots.

I need you to continue to strengthen your control over other troll clans after the Great Separation, and don't start wars lightly, but when I give an order, a united empire can be formed in an instant. "

Bu Laike spread his hands and said:

"None of these are difficult for the Zandalari, who have always been hiding in the shadows.

But don't tell Bwonsamdi about my existence, that miserly widowed old god who hides every warrior soul like a treasure, is actually a hopeless hoarder.

It just pulls them all out when I need them.

Souls are the currency of the gods, my dear Zul.

The souls of commoners are the silver used to build the foundation of prosperity, the souls of emperors are the bright gold coins that make the world shine, and the souls of warriors are the strongest copper plates, when I put them in my pocket and swing them Beat my enemies to pieces.

as for the warriors

The Soul of the Warrior is the most magnificent jewel.

It can embellish my throne, and it can also promote my power. The most important thing is that it can be thrown out by me to buy the entire future. "

"It's a very reasonable and artistic description. I want to write it down and tell it to my emperor. I believe he will accept my suggestion.

This is an oracle after all. "

The first-generation Zul gave a compliment.

But when he looked up, there was no one in the entire temple, only an ancient gold coin that kept spinning on the table in front of him made a buzzing sound.

Represents that a god once existed here.

——

At the same time ten thousand years later.

"I have brought you good news, Your Majesty Varian, the troll empire has promised to send their most elite warrior gods and a total of thirty loa to the Eastern Kingdom to help us defend the Dark Portal."

In the fortress of Stormwind City, the regent Bolvar Fordragon came to his emperor with a letter from the emperor of the troll empire. The great knight said in an excited tone:

"At the request of the Zandalari King of Gold, the Gurubashi troll kingdom in Stranglethorn Vale will also suspend all conflicts with us and send troops to assist the defense of Dellano World."

"This is really the best news I've heard these days."

The human emperor Varian also showed joy. He looked at the letter in his hand and said to his staff:

"With the full support of the Troll Empire, the pressure on our front will definitely be reduced a lot. Alas, it would be great if human beings can also have the horror background of the Troll Empire.

To be honest, I have always wondered why such a powerful troll empire was suppressed by elves in the past 10,000 years? "

"Because the elves are also strong, my lord."

Intelligence Chief Shaw said helplessly:

"The deep-sea empire commanded by His Majesty Azshara alone is enough to make the trolls feel heavy pressure, not to mention the Kaldorei night elves who have been strong for ten thousand years."

Halfway through Xiao Er's words, he suddenly reached out and rubbed his forehead, and said in a strange tone:

"I don't know if it's an illusion. I always feel that something is wrong. The troll empire in my memory seems to have declined for 10,000 years."

"It's just a fading decline, and even I know that."

Varian shook his head and said casually:

"The Golden Dynasty resides on the island of Zandalar, but their influence has never been far away from other troll kingdoms, whether it is Amani or Gurubashi, or even Drakalai in Northrend. These troll clans have been established since The Zandalari trolls have always been behind the shadows of the rise of the kingdom.

The trolls never faded.

They have been purposefully suppressing their own development to avoid an all-out war with the elves.

But now is not the time for history, folks!

Now that we have the strong support of the troll empire, our remaining troops can do more things. Although this is very tiring, I need you to come up with a plan as soon as possible.

I'm off to write a letter of thanks to the King of Gold. "

(end of this chapter)