Chapter 825 24. A Restless World (Part 2)
"It's been a long time since I saw you, my Anna."
In the Proudmoore family cemetery, Tandred Proudmoore, who was wearing a neat general uniform and a navy cloak, stood quietly in front of a tombstone. This former prodigal son has changed a lot in recent months. The originally bohemian golden hair is now neatly combed, and even the beard has been trimmed. The clothes that were always open before are now fastened with every button.
The silver anchor necklace hanging around the neck is suspended in the military uniform with a thin silver chain. On the pendant, there is also a moon gemstone representing the moon god. This does not mean that Tenred has converted to the Luna church, but because The woman he loved was taken away by the moon god, so he wears this gem on his body, hoping to get closer to his own Tiana.
If Tanrad before was like an unruly wind on the sea, then now he is like a calm deep sea, not only from temperament, but also from the inside, he has completely changed into another self.
Disasters will change a person, especially after losing the most cherished thing, the kind of inner pain will completely tear a person's soul apart, and then glue it into another shape indiscriminately, just so fragmented live on.
"I've been very busy lately..."
Tandred stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cold tombstone with his white gloved fingers. There was not much sadness in his blue eyes, only a dead silence. He said softly:
"I just destroyed three Naga temples near Tol Barad... How many Naga did I kill? 2000, 3000? Ah, I can't remember, but I know, it's not enough, and Far from enough."
"I'm sorry I'm a rude bastard, I don't know how to miss you other than this way, how to take away the pain that's aching in my heart... Sorry for leaving you alone, the coward I am Lying at the bottom of the ocean, there's no way I even... can't get you back."
"Would you blame me? Tiana, my wife... I'm sorry I can't be here with you to say more, another new battlefield has opened up, and I, I'm going to join it, I'm starting to hate war , dear Tiana, this world without you really disgusts me."
"wait for me."
Tandred brushed a fallen leaf from his wife's tombstone with his fingers, and whispered:
"Maybe soon, I will come to accompany you."
Tenred lost his lover in the war launched by the Naga against the Kaldorei elves. This news has not been concealed. Tiana Starsong, an apprentice priest of the Moon God, is not considered an important figure in Kaldorei society. However, as the wife of the Sea Prince of Kul Tiras, she was buried on the island of Kul Tiras in the form of a tomb. For this matter, Tyrande had a little relationship with King Drake. small conflict.
There has never been a moon god priest who stayed away from Mount Hyjal after death. This is not in line with the teachings of the Moon God Temple, but Tenrad doesn't care. Before Tiana died, she told him that she was willing to leave with Tenrad. ..that's enough.
After this poignant love story was spread, many aristocratic women in the human empire shed tears for what happened to Tenrad and Tiana. Many young ladies were willing to comfort the frustrated Tenrad, but unfortunately, They've lost that opportunity forever...
"Don't go there!"
Outside the cemetery, Major General Taylor, who was the adjutant of Tenred, stopped a royal attendant who was trying to enter the cemetery. The general who had just been promoted to major general said in a deep voice:
"Tenrad is mourning his late wife and 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: "His Majesty Drake also asked General Tenred to go back immediately. It is related to the newly discovered new continent. The huge fleet has been assembled in Boralus. Nearly 10,000 sailors are here. Waiting for your commander."
"Then let the fleet wait! Or let the kings find someone else."
Major General Taylor angrily refused:
"Today is Tanred's deceased wife's birthday, but they are already divided into ghosts and human beings. By the Holy Light, are these politicians heartless monsters? Can't they even give him such a little time? Is the empire Is Tenred the only Admiral of the Navy left?"
"Taylor, don't embarrass him."
Tandred's desolate and calm voice sounded in the cemetery. Major General Taylor turned his head and saw Tandred in a navy cloak strolling out of the quiet cemetery. Commanding the sword, the young prince who became as deep as the sea glanced at the royal attendant, and asked softly:
"My brother sent you here about the mainland, right?"
"I already know all this, now tell me... where is my fleet?"
The attendant bowed his head respectfully and said:
"At the port of Boralus, honorable Prince Tandred, the fastest fourth fleet of Kul Tiras, the fleet of Lordaeron and the Sunsail fleet of the high elves have all assembled there. Support marines from orcs and trolls, as well as several scout airships, everything is ready and ready to go!"
"Um."
The young sea prince nodded. He glanced back at the cemetery shrouded in mist behind him, and said softly:
"Taylor, go pack up and get ready...to go out."
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Among the unfamiliar mountains, on the land full of strange towering temples and shrines, as well as strange rock pyramids, the mysterious troll civilization living in seclusion outside the world, the powerful Zandalari Golden Dynasty Something big happened today too.
On the palace of King Rastakhan full of gold and precious stones, where the blood of the golden clan flows, the leader of the troll priests, the dark Zul who can predict the future, is loudly speaking in the court hall of the golden king. Announcing his new prophecy, a prophecy about the future of the entire world.
The prophet Zul is well-known in the society of trolls. His past is composed of countless successful prophecies shrouded in a mysterious halo. It is said that every prophecy of the prophet Zul will come true. This terrible "hit" "Rate" made him feared by many trolls since he was a child. More trolls thought that Zul had brought disaster and wanted to kill him.
it's ironic...
Zul hopes to use the future he sees to help others get rid of disasters, but after repeated failures, Zuul realizes that the future does not conflict with fate. The ability of a prophet can see the future, but it is difficult to reverse fate , This kind of cognition made Zul progress rapidly, and because Zul always predicted disasters, he soon gained the "good name" of "Dark Prophet".
However, the slander of ordinary people did not disturb Zul's own destiny. He was valued by Rastakhan, the king of gold, and became a member of the Zanchuli Council of the king of gold. Disaster prophecy, Zul soon became King Rastakhan's most important prophet, and as he grew older, Zul's prophecies became rarer, but each one began to have a special magical power.
More than ten years ago, Zul predicted the terrifying future of darkness invading and flooding the Eastern Kingdoms. The Zandalari Empire evacuated all their strongholds in the Eastern Kingdoms ahead of time. Facts have proved that Zul’s predictions are correct. Facing the icy tide set off by the Dark Blade Legion, the entire Eastern Kingdom was powerless to resist.
After that, Zuul predicted that the sky would be shrouded in dark green flames, and the demons from ten thousand years ago would return to the world. A few months later, the great demon Archimonde came to Azeroth. Soon to be killed, but then the "smuggled" demons spread the flames of chaos to the entire world.
But with the reminder of Zul's prophecy, the Zandalari Empire was prepared in advance. Facing the incoming demons, these brave and combative trolls won easily, and they attributed all this to Zul's vision for the future. Great foreknowledge.
Unfortunately, King Rastakhan's beloved wife died a few years ago, which caused the originally ambitious King of Gold to fall into long-term grief. He is not even as keen on restoring Zandalar as before. The absolute leadership of civilization made Zul feel disappointed, so in recent years, he has become more and more reclusive, almost cutting off all contact with the outside world.
What is Zull doing?
Quite simply, he has been thinking about how to return the Zandalari Empire to the pinnacle of glory. In ancient times, the Zandalari trolls ruled most of the world.
However, the plan always fails to keep up with the changes, or in other words, Zuer once again grasped the opportunity keenly from the changes.
In the early morning of this day, the crazy Zul broke into the palace suddenly, and he announced to King Rastakhan that an important moment had come before the Zandalari troll empire.
Strange incense permeated the court of the troll empire. King Rastakhan, who was in his prime, was sitting on his golden throne. The Prophet Zuer and other important ministers of the imperial council also showed different attitudes in the face of Zuer's persuasion.
"The mysterious Death Bwonsamdi showed me a terrible future last night!"
The Prophet Zul, who was wearing an armor made of gold and bones, looked godlike. This troll had a heavy crown decorated with bones and gems on his face, his long pale hair was floating behind his head, and his waist was a bit rickety. His skin has also turned pale because he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, but those eyes are full of wisdom. Zul shook his head and described his prophecy, and the fangs dotted with golden rings also accompanied his Head bobbing, dangling in the air.
"I saw that the black tide is about to submerge the great underworld of Bwonsamdi who masters death. Even the mighty royal family Loa Lazan can't resist the terrifying tide of death. The loa gods will fall one by one, and The believers under the Loa have no choice but to pray desperately, our empire will hardly survive the frenzy, and even the people in the court will end up in the same fate as the civilians."
The way Zuul described the prophecy was no different from other gods, they all described everything he saw in a voice that was so weird that it made people feel uncomfortable, but compared to the inferior way that gods would use other people's inner fear, A seer with the real thing in his hands like Zul doesn't bother to play up fear.
He only needs to describe the future he sees.
The current King Rastakhan of the Zandalari Troll Empire is not an idiot. Although everyone in the Imperial Council has different political opinions, they are not ignorant of the general situation. More importantly, compared with the gods of other races, the Loa The advantage of the priests is that they often have the support of Loa behind them.
Zul coughed a few times, and the troll prophet wearing a weird helmet raised his head, his black eyes containing dangerous wisdom looked at King Rastakhan sitting on the throne, and he said softly:
"And all this calamity began only because the eyes of destruction were on Zuldazar... Believe me, Your Majesty, it will not be too far away."
This kind of warning made King Rastakhan a little helpless. As a king, he was eager to get real advice, not this kind of nagging talk. In addition, the death of his wife made his mental state not very good. So the golden king in his golden armor and crown waved his finger:
"Say it straight, Zuer, how do you plan to avoid this future? Or, what advice do you want to give me?"
"We need allies, Your Majesty!"
Zul bowed respectfully to the king and said:
"The encounters of humans, centaurs and night elves have taught us that Zandalari alone cannot resist the coming storm!"
As soon as Zul's words fell, Yazma, the high priest in the Zanchuli Council who had always had political disagreements with Zul, laughed contemptuously:
"Allies? Listen, gentlemen, our wise Zul is bragging again about his theory of "Great Unity," as he always does, with his eccentric fondness for the lesser trolls, trying to make the lowly and barbaric The guys are grandly ascending the sacred hall of Zuldazar, I always thought that Zul's naive idea was a kind of fraternity, but now I realize that it is a kind of stupidity!"
"Who do we turn to help us? Zul, the forest troll Amani clan has long been uprooted in the undead war. The frost trolls in the north will soon become the next victim of the two undead armies, the Dark Blade and the Scourge. As for the thorns The Gurubashi trolls of the Valley? Haven't they become lackeys of the Federation? Oh, yes, there's the last of the lesser troll clans, the Sandfury, right?"
Relying on the favor of Shadra, the spider and the body of conspiracy, the sinister priest who controls all the intelligence networks of the entire Zandalari Empire showed a strange smile on his face:
"Let me tell you, Zul, the destruction of the elemental realm caused the Wind Riders to set off a seven-day and seven-night storm in the southern border of Kalimdor. The Sandfury trolls, together with their city Zulfar, Lark has been completely buried by millions of tons of sand...how are they going to save us when they can't even save themselves?"
High Priest Yazma's retort made the rest of the Zanchuli Council laugh, but not Zul and the King of Gold, the two long-lived trolls who were close friends, although Rasta King Ha lost interest in governing the country because of the loss of his wife, but he believed that his friend Zul would not be so childish.
He was waiting for Zuer's explanation, and Zuer did not disappoint his old friend.
"kuang"
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 stroked the scroll box in front of him with a nostalgic expression. He raised his head , looking at High Priest Yazma with a contemptuous look, he whispered:
"The ally I am looking for is something you can't even imagine, and it's also something you naive guys can't understand..."
"The ancient King of Thunder and Lightning made a sacred watch covenant with our ancestor, the wise priest Zu Lhasa 13,000 years ago. After 13,000 years, we incompetent descendants can only rely on our ancestors to stay Begging for the inheritance of the next generation... But Bwonsamdi told me that this is the only way we can preserve ourselves... To prove my words are true, I am willing to personally take the golden fleet to the continent that has just been seen from the sun. "
"For the Zandalar Empire, retrieve the powerful allies from ancient times, and let the glory of Zandalar shine on the world again..."
"Zandalari, live forever!"