Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1410 43. Let's plan the fate of the world happily together

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

   In the back room of Akunda Temple, the Dark Prophet did not immediately refuse the excessive conditions put forward by the stinky pirates, but asked a question.

He says:

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

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

   "What you want to say is the city of Uldir, the sealed city of the Titans, and the first city abandoned by you in the jungle of Nazmir, Zur Nazman, which is the ruins where the Hades of Old Bwonsamdi is located.

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

Yes.

   I know what's going on in this land, and I've seen the hard rise of troll civilizations in ancient history. "

   Black exhaled 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 emerging Zandalari civilization was born in the underground of Nazmir. It first infected the dead, and slowly began to infect the living. By.

   Your leader, Emperor Dazar, is terrified.

   He asked all the loa who were enshrined for help, but the weak loa did not dare to intervene in this kind of thing, they knew better than your ancestors the evil buried under the earth.

  When your civilization was about to be destroyed, it was the countless titan constructs that poured out of the city of Uldir to save you, they cleaned up the blood plague that spread all over Nazmir, and created the possibility of escape for your ancestors.

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

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

   Troll.

   Although you are not a derivative of the Titan Guardian system, your civilization has been linked to the Titan Guardians from the very beginning.

I know that every Golden King who ascends the throne learns some old dark secret from his predecessor about why the Zandalari trolls have stayed in their ancestral land for thousands of years and never expanded. s reason.

  You see yourselves as guards against the dark underground, and you see yourselves as pioneers in the defense of the world.

   The Zandalari trolls will be charged with watching over G'huun until the terrifying shadow of G'huun dissipates! This is the oath made by your first Emperor Dazar to the guardians of Uldir who saved troll civilization. "

  Black shook his head and said:

   "But you broke this oath.

  In the days of Thor's Rise, when the Zandalar trolls allied with the tyrant in an attempt to gain more power, that failed adventure nearly broke the Zandalari troll dynasty.

   The Zandalar trolls of later generations saw that tragic defeat as a warning, so in the following era, you have resumed your mission to this day.

  I know what you mean, Prophet Zul.

   But you don't have to repeatedly stress to me the importance of the existence of the Zandalari dynasty to this world, I know it well, so when you need help, I am here.

   I'll help you out with G'huun, I mean it, and I came prepared. "

  The pirate took out the mark that Odin, the king of war and the great guardian, Raiden, gave him from his luggage, and shook it in front of the troll prophet. He said:

   "The titan guardians I invited, the gods in mortal legends, together we will clean up the corruption within the city of Uldir and repress G'huun's activity back into a state of slumber.

   I don't even need the trolls to send out warriors to join me on a desperate adventure, you can send your armies to clean up G'huun's blood troll minions while I enter that sealed city.

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

   I can even think of a way to reshape the dark and troubled land for you, so that you have a place that everyone is envious of!

Oh, right!

  You also need to send your elite military guards to the Waldun Desert to help the local fox and snake people fight against the unbeliever snake people who have gone mad.

  The dark changes taking place in the Vol'dun Desert are only part of the dark story of the entire Zandalar Isle, and when we both work together to clean up the troubles here, the island will be clean again.

  Like I said just now, the Zandalari Dynasty will end its 16,000-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 on the opposite side take out his small notebook and write and draw on it with a pen, he asked suspiciously.

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

   "Of course you recorded 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 a Zandalari troll prophet like me is not very clear about the story between the first emperor Dazar and the guardians of Uldir. In fact, there are many gaps in the historical description of our ancestors about the blood plague.

   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 more old stories, but since we're both busy, that's for a later time. "

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

   "Regarding your two previous demands, I will go back to Zuldazar and inform my king of them, and I will do my best to persuade him to make a covenant.

  You showed me the sigils of the titan guardians, and it seems that you are bound to acquire the secrets in Uldir.

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

So, the summary of our plan is that the Zandalari trolls are responsible for dealing with the dark forces on the ground, the Faithless Snakemen, the blood trolls of Nazmir, and the evil they conjure up at the will of G'huun, etc. .

   And you and your titan friends focus on dealing with hidden dangers underground.

   The abominable creation of the sealed city of Uldir, and the terrifying being of G'huun, and the evil tentacles that N'Zoth the Corruptor has sent into that city.

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

   Besides, is there anything else you need us to do? Let's say it together. Now that the soldiers are very expensive, we don't have much time to waste on negotiating this kind of thing. "

   "Well, if you think about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing that needs your help. I can take what I want by myself, and I don't need to rely on Zandalar's generosity."

  Black poked his cheek with his finger, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said:

   "If you want to help, there is indeed something you need to do, and only a Zandalari troll can do it. After you go back, start to tear down the most magnificent palace in Zuldazar.

  The golden disc that you call the 'giant seal', the seat of the throne and palace of the King of Gold, you must destroy it with your own hands!

   That thing's actual name was 'Zul'Dazar The Third Seal', and it was part of the Great Seal of Uldir left by the Guardians of the Titans.

   Without destroying that thing, not even my Titan Keeper friends can get into Uldir from the outside world. "

"Um."

   In the face of Black's outrageous request for "demolition", the Dark Prophet did not express much emotion. For a troll like him, who knows many secrets, he knows very well what the truth of the giant seal in the city of gold is.

   After a few seconds, Zul sighed and whispered:

"The 'Atu Aman Second Seal' in the Vol'dun Desert was destroyed thousands of years ago by the Dismantler Mythrax, and the 'Atu Nazman Di' on the Nazmir jungle coastline A seal ' was stopped in the corruption of the blood troll barbarians' corruption rituals that have been the same for nearly 10,000 years.

   This may be the inevitability of fate.

The Zandalari trolls will pay the price of the destruction of their great city to prevent the monsters that almost destroyed our civilization from awakening. We will lose our proud city of ten thousand years, but we will also honor the Zandalari dynasty A sacred oath made at birth.

  We will protect this world!

Ha ha. "

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

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

   "Don't be so pessimistic, the city can be rebuilt without people, but there is no hope at all without people."

  Black stood up and comforted the Prophet Zul hypocritically:

   "As long as we survive this calamity, nothing will stop the Zandalari Golden Dynasty from dominating the troll world.

  You are no longer bound by oaths, you can arbitrarily exert influence on troll clans around the world, and you can freely advance your 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 the troll civilization regains the center stage of Azeroth's history. From this point of view, Rastakhan, the King of Gold, made a lot of money. "

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

   The Dark Prophet let out a strange laugh, stroked his fangs, and said:

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

For this, we even have to unite with arrogant elves, weak humans and otherworldly orcs and draenei. War, it will be a war to end all wars, or a war to destroy all hope disaster

   Well, what is this? "

  Zul's emotion was not over when he saw Blake hand him a special golden ring engraved with a peculiar eye, and the troll prophet took it in his hand and asked a question.

   "You know, most of the powerhouses in this world who have reached the end of their powers like to form gangs and form small groups.

  The spellcasters have formed a 'great wizard magic salon', the elves have the Elune Sisterhood, the warriors have the sky fortress, and even the assassins and warlocks will assemble in the sewers. "

  Black winked at Zul and said:

   "A prophet like us can be considered a profession, right? Then why can't we have a small group? This ring was polished by myself in ten minutes after I was drunk last night.

   I definitely use it as a symbol of the Priory of Destiny.

   I also intend to give the third ring to the draenei Prophet Velen, the top group to which only the most famous Prophets in all of Azeroth and the rest of the world are eligible.

  I really think that among our outstanding prophets, there should also be a small organization for exchanging prophecy experience, or getting together to prepare destiny. "

"Uh"

  Old Zuer looked at the rather delicate ring in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice:

   "What on earth are you doing to form this dangerous-sounding group? Are you going to plan the future direction of this world just like you wantonly changed your destiny?"

   "Can't we do this?"

  Blake breathed out a smoke ring, stretched out his hand to grab the old troll's shoulders like two brothers, and said softly:

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

   I have proven this with my practical actions over the past two years, fate needs planning! My dear Zul, bad planning is better than no planning.

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

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

   Destiny must obey our arrangements.

  If it intends to resist.

   We're going to fix it! "

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

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

  I think you've been wondering why I had to let you drop your future interference with the frost trolls of Northrend.

the reason is simple.

As early as two years ago on a trip to the Northland, I made a prediction to Malak, the Frost King of Drakkari. I predicted his fate. He did not believe that he would go to a dead end, and even had to. Relying on the slaughter of Loa to survive.

   I gave him ample opportunity to mend his sad fate.

   But guess what?

   He has been doing nothing for two years, and has no plans to change his sad future, and even eager to attack my forces.

   Until now, when the undead natural disaster killed his kingdom, he realized that I had given him a choice.

   But he has missed the chance to change his fate.

   This is the result of giving the choice to idiots, Zul, after the bronze dragons left, there was no regret medicine for them in this world. "

  Blake breathed out a smoke ring and said softly:

   "For those guys who are not good at thinking and even less good at making decisions, it is better for us to make choices instead of them, trust me, it will save a lot of lives, and it will make the whole chaotic world a better place.

   So, join my little group, Zul.

   Let's start planning our destiny now.

   Let's start with Zandalar!

  I feel that the now dazed King Rastakhan is no longer fit to rule this land, and his daughter, the wise and brave Princess Talanji, is more suitable than her father to be the ruler of the troll empire in the new era.

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

What do you think? "

   (end of this chapter)