Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Do you know the story of the founding of the Zandalar dynasty? Black."

In the secret room of the Akunda Temple, the dark prophet faced the excessive conditions proposed by the smelly pirates. He did not refuse immediately, but asked a question.

He said:

"I'm referring to the story of our Zandalari ancestor, the great and glorious First Emperor Dazar, before he unified the Zandalari and other troll clans.

Stories that happened on this land before our civilization was born. "

"What you want to say is the Titan Sealed City of Odile and the first abandoned city of Zul Nazman in the Nazmir Jungle, which is also the ruins where old Bwonsamdi's Palace of the Underworld is located.

It was the first city truly built by mortals on Azeroth, but it was abandoned because of ancient evil.

Yes.

I know everything that happened on this land. I have seen the difficult rise of troll civilization in ancient history. "

Blake blew out a smoke ring.

In a tone of equal dialogue, he said to the wisest prophet in the troll civilization:

"I know that 16,000 years ago, the blood plague that almost destroyed the newly emerged Zandalari civilization was born underground in Nazmir. It first infected the dead, and then slowly began to infect the living. By.

Your leader, Emperor Dasa, is terrified.

He asked all the enshrined Loa for help, but the weak Loa did not dare to intervene in this kind of thing. They know the evil buried under the earth better than your ancestors.

When your civilization was about to be destroyed, it was the countless Titan structures that emerged from the city of Uldir that saved you. They cleared away the blood plague spread across Nazmir and created the possibility of escape for your ancestors.

Emperor Dazar took the first surviving Zandalari trolls to escape from the hopeless city, and took you to escape into the mountains to the south and built a city here.

This is the origin of today's golden city of Dazar'alor.

What a troll.

Although you are not a derivative creation under the Titan Guardian system, your civilization has been connected with the Titan Guardians from the beginning.

I know that every Golden King will learn some ancient dark secrets from his predecessor when he succeeds to the throne, about why the Zandalari trolls have been guarding their ancestral land for thousands of years and not expanding outside. s reason.

You see yourselves as the guards against the darkness below, you see yourselves as the vanguard of the defense of the world.

Until G'huun's terrifying shadow dissipates, the Zandalar trolls will watch over it forever! This is the oath sworn by your first Emperor, Daza, to the guardians of Uldir who saved the troll civilization. "

Blake shook his head and said:

“But you broke that oath.

In the era of the rise of Thor, the Zandalari trolls allied themselves with the tyrant in an attempt to gain more power, but the failure of that adventure almost caused the Zandalari dynasty to fall apart.

Later generations of Zandalari trolls took that tragic defeat as a warning, so in the following eras, you began to abide by your mission to this day.

I know what you mean, Prophet Zul.

But you don't have to reiterate to me the importance of the existence of the Zandalari Dynasty to this world. I know this very well, so when you need help, I am here.

I'm going to help you out with G'huun, I mean it, and I'm prepared. "

The pirate took out the mark given to him by War King Odin and Great Guardian Raiden from his luggage, waved it in front of the Troll Prophet, and he said:

"The Titan Guardians and I invited, that is, the gods in mortal legends, we will work together to clean up the corruption within the city of Uldir and suppress G'huun's activity back to sleep.

I don't even need the trolls to send warriors to risk their lives with me. While I enter the sealed city, you can send your troops to clean up G'huun's blood troll servants.

You can even take this opportunity to restore your ancient ancestral land and bring the dark jungle of Nazmir back under the control of the Golden Dynasty.

I can even think of ways to reshape that troubled dark land for you, so that you can have a chosen land that everyone envies!

Oh, right!

You also need to send your elite troops to the Wharton Desert to help the local foxes and snake people fight against the insane and unbelieving snake people.

The dark changes taking place in the Vol'dun Desert are just part of the dark story of the entire Zandalar Island. When we both work together to clean up the trouble here, the island will be clean again.

As I said just now, the Zandalari Dynasty will end its sixteen thousand-year eternal watch, and you will no longer have any pressure to focus on the changes in the world. Huh?

What are you doing? "

Blake was surprised to see the dark prophet opposite him take out his small notebook and write and draw on it with a pen. He asked in a suspicious tone.

Prophet Zul raised his head, raised an eyebrow at Black, and said:

"Of course, record your description of some details about the beginning of the Zandalari troll civilization. Your description of that ancient history is much more vivid than the descriptions in the history books collected by us troll priests.

Even Zandalari troll prophets like me don't know the story between First Emperor Dazar and the Guardians of Uldir. In fact, there are many gaps in the historical description of the Blood Plague by our ancestors.

I have to thank you, Blake.

You helped us fill in these historical gaps.

You really know more about our glorious past than we trolls do, maybe I should ask you to tell some more old stories, but since we are both very busy, let's leave those things for later. "

The old troll made a joke, his expression became serious again, and he said to Black:

"As for your two previous requests, I will go back to Zuldazar and inform my king of them, and I will do my best to persuade him to enter into an alliance.

You showed me the marks of the Titan Guardians, and it seems that you are bound to gain access to the secrets in Uldir.

That's good, we're worried that we don't have enough power to break into G'huun's dark lair.

So, the summary of our plans is that the Zandalari trolls are responsible for dealing with the dark forces on the ground, the unfaithful snakemen, the blood trolls of Nazmir, and the evil things they summoned under G'huun's will, etc. .

You and your Titan friends focus on dealing with hidden dangers underground.

The abominable creations within the sealed city of Uldir, as well as the horrific form of G'huun, and the evil tendrils N'Zoth the Corruptor has sent into that city.

As compensation for you, Zandalari will give up its aid to the Frost Troll Empire and give you the most precious treasure of the Golden Dynasty as a reward.

Besides that, is there anything else you need us to do? Let's talk about it together. Now that the troops are very fast, we don't have much time to waste on negotiating such things. "

"Well, thinking about it carefully, it seems that I don't need your help. I can get what I want by myself, and I don't need to rely on Zandalari's generosity."

Blake poked his cheek with his finger. After thinking for a few seconds, he said:

"If you want to help, there is indeed something you need to do, and only the Zandalar trolls can do it. After you go back, start demolishing Zuldazar City's most magnificent palace.

The big golden disk that you call the 'Giant Seal' is the throne and palace of the Golden King. You must destroy it with your own hands!

The actual name of that thing is 'Zul'Dazar Third Seal', which is part of the Great Seal of Uldir left by the Titan Guardian.

Not even my Titan Guardian friends can get into Uldir from the outside without destroying that thing. "

"Um."

Faced with Blake's outrageous "house demolition" request, the Dark Prophet didn't show much emotion. For a troll like him who knows many secrets, he knows very well what the truth behind the giant seal in the Golden City is.

After a few seconds, Zul sighed and whispered:

"The 'Atu Aman Second Seal' located in the Vodun Desert was destroyed by the dismantler Misraks thousands of years ago, and the 'Atu Nazman Second Seal' on the Nazmir Jungle Coastline A seal has been corrupted by the decadent rituals of the blood troll barbarians for nearly ten thousand years.

This may be the inevitable fate.

The Zandalari trolls have to pay the price of the destruction of their great city to prevent the awakening of the monster that almost destroyed our civilization. We will lose our proud city of ten thousand years, but we will also fulfill the obligations of the Zandalari Dynasty. A sacred vow made at birth.

We will protect this world!

hehe. "

The old troll made a weird laugh. He patted the scroll on his waist and said:

"This time, it's our turn, the trolls, to save the world."

"Don't be so pessimistic. If the city is gone, it can be rebuilt, but if the people are gone, there is no hope at all."

Blake stood up and comforted Prophet Zul hypocritically:

"As long as we survive this current disaster, nothing can stop the Zandalari Golden Dynasty from dominating the troll world.

You are no longer bound by oaths, you can exert unbridled influence on troll clans around the world, and you can freely advance your own ambitions.

Perhaps within ten years, a united troll empire will rise in the South China Sea!

By then, it will only be a matter of time before troll civilization returns to the center of Azeroth's historical stage. From this perspective, Rastakhan, the King of Gold, has made a lot of money. "

"The future you describe moves my heart, my dear colleague."

The Dark Prophet made a weird laugh. He stroked his fangs and said:

“But the premise of all this is that the Zandalari trolls have to survive the horrific invasion of the Burning Legion. Azeroth may indeed continue to prosper, but we must first experience the baptism of the most horrific war in the stars.

For this reason, we even have to unite with the arrogant elves, weak humans, and the orcs and draenei from the outside world. War, it will be a war that ends all wars, or a war that destroys all hope. disaster

Well, what is this? "

Before Zuul finished his emotion, he saw Blake hand him a special golden ring engraved with a strange eye. The troll prophet took it in his hand and asked a question.

"You know, most of the powerful people in this world like to form cliques and small groups.

The spellcasters have formed a 'Grand Wizard Magic Salon', the elves have the Sisters of Elune, the warriors have Sky Fortress, and even the assassins and warlocks will hold gatherings in the sewers. "

Blake winked at Zul and said:

"Prophets like us can be considered a profession, right? Then why can't we have a small group? I spent ten minutes polishing this ring with my own hands after I got drunk last night.

I definitely consider it a symbol of the 'Hermitage of Destiny'.

I also plan to give the third ring to the draenei prophet Velen, which will be the top group that only the most famous prophets in all of Azeroth and other worlds are eligible to join.

I really feel that there should be a small organization among us outstanding prophets to exchange prophecy experiences or get together to plan our destiny. "

"Well"

Old Zuer looked at the rather exquisite ring in his hand. He hesitated and asked in a low voice:

"What exactly are you trying to do by forming this dangerous-sounding group? Do you plan to plan the future direction of this world just like you wantonly changed destiny?"

"Can't we do this?"

Blake blew out a smoke ring and put his arm around the old troll's shoulders like brothers. He said softly:

"It turns out that allowing a world to develop randomly without rules is not a good thing for all races. Especially for a magical world like Azeroth, its historical context must have a pair of hands pushing it forward in the shadows.

I have proven this with my actual actions in the past two years. Destiny needs to be planned! My dear Zul, no plan is better than no plan at all.

We prophets who can see into the future should unite together and make good use of our wisdom and prophecy!

Use our delicate hands to plan a forward flow of destiny for this world and even for the era of great revival of life that the entire stars will usher in after the defeat of the Burning Legion.

Things like destiny must obey our arrangements.

If it intends to resist.

We need to fix it! "

The pirate patted the shoulder of the stunned Dark Prophet Zul, who had heard it, and said:

"Velan and I have also discussed this issue. A true prophet should not be a prisoner of fate. Seeing the future is only the first step in learning. We must learn to program destiny and advance it.

I think you have been wondering why I must ask you to give up your future interference with the frost trolls in Northrend.

the reason is simple.

As early as two years ago during a trip to the North, I made a prediction about the Frost King Malak of Drakkari. I predicted his fate. He did not believe that he would go to a dead end or even have to Only by killing Loa can he survive.

I gave him ample opportunity to fix his sad fate.

But guess what?

He has been doing nothing for two years and has no intention of changing his miserable future. He is even eager to attack my power.

So now, when the undead natural disasters are killing his country, he realizes that I gave him a choice.

But he has missed the chance to change his destiny.

This is the result of giving the choice to a fool, Zul, after the bronze dragons leave, there is no regret medicine in this world for them to take. "

Blake blew out a smoke ring and said softly:

"For those guys who are not good at thinking, let alone making decisions, it is better for us to make choices on their behalf. Believe me, this will save many lives and make the entire chaotic world a better place.

So, join my little group, Zul.

Let's start planning our destiny now.

Start with Zandalari!

I feel that King Rastakhan, who has now become dim, is no longer worthy of ruling this land. His daughter, the wise and brave Princess Talanji, is more suitable than her father to become the ruler of the troll empire in the new era.

Just as the ancient empire will be reborn, you too need an enterprising queen to lead you.

What do you think? "