Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I haven't seen you for a long time, my Anna."

In the Proudmoore family cemetery, wearing a sturdy general uniform and wearing the navy cloak of Tenred. Proudmoore stood quietly in front of a tombstone. This former prodigal son has changed greatly in recent months. The unruly blond hair was now neatly combed, and even the beard was trimmed. The clothes that were always open before, now fastened every button.

The silver anchor necklace hanging on the neck is hung in the military uniform with a thin silver chain. On the pendant, there is also a moon gemstone representing the Luna. This does not mean that Tanred converted to the Luna Church, just because His beloved woman was taken away by Luna, so he wore this gem on his body, hoping to be closer to his Tiana.

If the former Tenred was like an unrestrained violent wind above the sea, then now he is like a calm deep sea, not only from temperament, but also from the inside to the other.

Disaster will change a person, especially after losing the most cherished thing, that kind of pain in the heart will tear a person's soul completely, and then they will be arbitrarily bonded into another way, so fragmented. Live on.

"I am busy recently..."

Tenred reached out his hand, and his white-gloved fingers gently stroked the cold tombstone. There was not much sorrow in his blue eyes, only silence, and he said softly:

"I just destroyed the three Naga temples near Tol Barad... How many Naga I killed? 2000, 3000? Ah, I don’t remember a bit, but I know that it’s not enough. Far from enough."

"Unfortunately, I'm a rude bastard. Except for this method, I don't know how to miss you, how to eliminate the pain of my inner pain...Sorry, my coward makes you alone Lying on the bottom of the sea, I can't even help... I can't get you back."

"Are you going to blame me? Tianna, my wife... I'm sorry I can't say more with you here, another new battlefield is opened, and me, I will join it, I start to hate war Dear Dianna, this world without you really makes me feel disgusted."

"wait for me."

Tenred's finger flicked a fallen leaf from his wife's tombstone. He whispered:

"Maybe soon, I will come with you."

Tenred lost his lover in the Naga’s war against the Kadore Elves. This news has not been concealed. Luna’s trainee priest Tiana Starsong is not an important one in Kadore’s society. Character, but she was buried in the island of Kul Tiras as the wife of the Prince of the Sea of ​​Kul Tiras, in the form of a tomb mound. For this matter, Tyrande also had a little bit with King Drake. Little conflict.

There has never been a lunar priest to stay away from Mount Hyjal after death, which is not in line with the teachings of the Temple of the Moon, but Tenred does not care. Before Tiana died, she personally told him that she was willing to follow Tenred to leave. ..that's enough.

After the spread of this poignant love story, many noble women of the human empire wept bitterly over the experiences of Tenred and Tianna. Many young ladies were willing to comfort the frustrated Tenred, but unfortunately, They have lost that opportunity forever...

"No past!"

Outside the cemetery, Major General Taylor, who served as the deputy of Tenred, stopped a royal servant who tried to enter the cemetery. The newly promoted general, Shen Sheng, said:

"Tan Reid is mourning his dead wife, he doesn't want to be disturbed!"

"But the envoys of the kings are waiting for him in the Chamber!"

The royal guard said with some embarrassment: "Your Majesty Drake also asked General Tanred to go back immediately. The new continent has just been discovered. The huge fleet has been assembled in Boralus. Nearly 10,000 sailors have Waiting for his commander."

"Then let the fleet wait one more time! Or let the kings find someone else."

Major General Taylor refused angrily:

"Today is the birthday of Tenred's deceased wife, but they are already half-divided. The Holy Light is on. Are these politicians monsters with no heart? Can't they even give him such a little time? Is it imperial? Is there only one navy commander in Tenred?"

"Taylor, don't embarrass him."

Tenred's bleak and calm voice sounded in the cemetery. Major General Taylor turned back and saw Tenred's walk in the navy cloak coming out of the secluded cemetery, his left hand holding the waist. Commanding the knife, the young prince, who had become as deep as the sea, glanced at the royal attendant, and he asked softly:

"My brother sent you here, about the continent, right?"

"I already know all this, and now tell me... where is my fleet?"

The attendant bowed his head respectfully and said:

"Just at Port Boralus, the respected Prince Tanred, the fastest fourth fleet of Kul Tiras, the fleet of Lordaeron, and the high-elf Sunfan fleet are all assembled there, and there is another Support marines from orcs and trolls, as well as several reconnaissance airships, everything is ready to go at any time!"

"Ok."

The young Prince of the Sea nodded. He looked back at the graveyard shrouded in faint mist behind him. He said softly:

"Taylor, go clean up and prepare... to go out."

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Among the strange mountains, the mysterious troll civilization hidden in the world outside the world, the powerful Zandalari golden dynasty, on the earth filled with strange towering temples and shrines, and strange rock pyramids A major event also happened today.

On the palace of King Rastaha, which is covered with gold clan blood, is decorated with gold and precious stones, the leaders of the troll priests can predict the future dark Zul, and are loudly above the court of the Golden King Announcing his new prophecy, a prediction about the future of the whole world.

This prophet Zul is well-known in the troll society. His past was composed of mysterious auras shrouded in countless successful prophecies. It is said that every prophet Zul's prophecy will be fulfilled. This terrible "hit" "Rate" made him afraid of many trolls from an early age. More trolls believed that Zul had caused disaster and wanted to kill him.

It's ironic...

Zul hopes to help others get rid of disasters with the future he sees, but after repeated failures, Zul realizes that the future does not conflict with destiny, the ability of the prophet can see the future, but it is difficult to reverse the destiny This kind of cognition made Zul improve rapidly, and because Zul always predicted disaster, he soon had the "famous name" of "Dark Prophet".

However, the defamation of ordinary folks did not disturb Zul's own destiny. He was valued by the King of Gold, Rastaha, and became a member of the Zanshuli Council of the King of Gold, relying on that hand to be precise to the extreme Disaster predictions, Zul soon became King Rastaha's most important prophet, and with the increase of age, Zul's predictions became scarcer, but each began to have a special magic power.

More than ten years ago, Zul predicted the terrible future of darkness and flooded the Eastern Kingdom. The Zandalari evacuated their strongholds in the Eastern Kingdom for this reason, and it turned out that Zul’s prediction was correct. In front of the icy tide set off by the Dark Blade Legion, the entire Eastern Kingdom was simply unable to resist.

After that, Zul predicted that the sky would be shrouded in dark green flames, and the demon ten thousand years ago would return to the world. A few months later, the great demon Archimonde came to Azeroth, although the great demon was very Soon he was killed, but then the demons from "smuggling" spread the fire of chaos to the whole world.

But there is a reminder of Zul’s prediction that the Zandalari Empire was prepared in advance. In the face of the attacking demons, these brave and militant trolls won easily, and they attributed all this to Zul’s future. Great foresight.

It is a pity that King Rastaha’s beloved wife died a few years ago, which caused the original ambitious King of Gold to fall into long-term sorrow. He is no longer as keen to restore Zandalar to trolls as before. The absolute leadership of civilization, which made Zul feel disappointed, so in recent years, he has become more and more concise, and almost cut off all connections with the outside world.

What is Zul doing?

Quite simply, he has been thinking about how to return the Zandalari Empire to the apex of glory. In ancient times, the Zandalari trolls ruled most of the world.

However, the plan is always unable to keep up with the change, or Zul once again seizes the opportunity keenly from the change.

In the early morning of this day, the mad Zul suddenly broke into the palace, and he announced to King Rastaha that an important moment was already in front of the Zandalari troll empire.

The strange smell of incense permeates the palace of the troll empire. King Rastaha is sitting on his golden throne in the middle age. This sturdy troll is looking at the gods in the palace. The Prophet Zul, the other ministers of the imperial meeting, also looked different in the face of Zul's persuasion.

"The mysterious death **** Bang Sandy showed me a terrifying future last night!"

The prophet Zul, wearing armor made of gold and white bones, looked like a nagging god. This troll had a heavy crown with white bones and gemstones on his face. His pale long hair fluttered behind his head, and his waist was a bit rickety. The skin has also become paler because of the long absence of the sun, but the eyes are full of wisdom. Zul shook his head and described his prophecy. The fangs dotted with golden circles also accompanied his Shaking his head, shaking in the air.

"I saw that the black tide was about to overwhelm the great underworld of Bongsandi who was in control of death. Even the powerful royal family Loalezan could not resist the horrible tide of death. The gods of Loa would fall one by one, and Beyond the desperate prayers, there is no other way for the believers under Roa. Our empire will have a hard time surviving under that frenzy, and even the people in the court will end the same way as the civilians."

Zul is no different from other **** sticks in describing prophecy. He uses strange and uncomfortable voices to describe everything he sees, but compared to the inferior way in which **** sticks use other people’s inner fears, With a genuine prophet like Zul in his hand, he didn't bother to express fear.

He only needs to describe the future he sees.

The current King Rastaha of the Zandalari troll empire is not a fool. Although the political opinions of the members of the Yuqian meeting are different, they are not ignorant of the general. More importantly, compared with the gods of other races, Loah The advantage of the priests is that they are often backed by Loah.

Zul coughed a few times, and the troll prophet with the eccentric helmet raised his head. Those black, dangerously intelligent eyes looked at King Rastaha sitting on the throne, and he said softly:

"And the origin of all these disasters is just because the eyes representing destruction are thrown at Zuldazar... believe me, Your Majesty, it will not be too far."

This warning made King Rastaha somewhat helpless. As a king, he was eager to get real advice. This is not the kind of nagging saying, coupled with the death of his wife, his mental state is not very good. So wearing the golden armor, the golden king with the crown waved his finger:

"Straight, Zul, how are you going to avoid this future? Or, what advice would you give me?"

"We need allies, Your Majesty!"

Zul respectfully said to the king:

"Humans, centaurs and night elves have told us that relying on Zandalari alone cannot withstand the storm that is coming!"

The words of Zul just fell, and the high priest Yazma, who had always been in disagreement with Zul in the Zanshuli Parliament, sneered contemptfully:

"Ally? Listen, everyone, our wise Zul began to brag about his "great unification" theory, he always likes that, for those trolls full of weird preferences, trying to make those cheap and barbaric The guys were ascending to the sacred temple of Zuldazar. I always thought that Zul's naive idea was a kind of fraternity, but now I have discovered that this is a kind of stupidity!"

"Who are we looking for to help us? Zul, the forest troll Amani clan has been uprooted in the undead war long ago, and the frost trolls in the Northland will soon become the next victim of the two undead legions of the Dark Blade and the Scourge, as for the thorns Gulabash trolls in the valley? Haven’t they already become the Federation’s running dogs? Oh, yes, right, and the last lower troll clan, Sandfury, right?"

The vicious smile on the face of this vicious priest, who relied on spiders and conspiracy body Shadra, and controlled all the intelligence networks of the entire Zandalari Empire:

"Let me tell you, Zul, the destruction of the Elemental Territories has caused the Wind Rider to set off a 7-day 7-night storm in Kalimdornan, the Sandfury troll with their city Zulfa Lak has been completely buried by millions of tons of sand... they can’t even save themselves, how can they save us?"

High Priest Yazma's rebuttal made other members of the Zanshuli Council laugh, but Zul and the King of Gold did not laugh. The two long-lived trolls were very good friends in private, although Rasta King Kha lost his interest in governing the country because he lost his wife, but he believed that his friend Zul would not be naive to this point.

He was waiting for Zur's explanation, and Zul did not disappoint his old friend.

"Wow"

A quaint scroll box was carried into the hall by Zul's servants. The box made of steel was placed in front of Zul. The dark prophet touched the scroll box in front of him with a nostalgic expression, and he raised his head. , Looking at High Priest Yazma with a contemptuous look, he whispered:

"The ally I'm looking for is something you can't even imagine, and you naive guys can't understand..."

"The ancient Thunder King made a sacred watch covenant with our ancestor, the wise priest Zulha, about 13,000 years ago. After 13,000 years, our incompetent descendants can only rely on their ancestors to stay. The legacy of begging for life...but Bang Sandy told me that this is the only way we can protect ourselves... In order to prove that what I said is true, I would like to take the Golden Fleet to the continent that has just been seen again. "

"For the Zandalari Empire, find the powerful allies of ancient times, let the glory of Zandalari shine on the world again..."

"Zandalari, forever!"

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