Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1415 48. As long as I demolish my house before the war, the enemy will never try to win

At present, Zandalar Island is the only area that remains relatively calm, and it is also an area that Black has not set foot on. In the Zuldazar Mountains ruled by the Golden Dynasty of Zandalar trolls, a game of quite high standards and quite A secret meeting is going on.

   In the palace of King Rastakhan, the scenes that used to be full of disputes between courtiers did not appear. On the contrary, the Golden Sword Guards expelled all those who were not allowed to set foot in the court today.

   There are only three people in this luxurious and spacious palace.

  The already aged King Rastakhan sat on his lavish but not vulgar throne.

  He maintained a majestic posture as he had done for hundreds of years, with his hands on the armrests of the throne, and when he sat upright, he propped up his slightly exaggerated but troll-style golden crown adorned with bones and feathers.

  This thing is well made, although it looks as huge as the torso of the troll king, but it is not heavy, and wearing it for a long time will not put more pressure on the old spine of the golden troll king.

   But the old king's mental state was not very good.

   His hair-bearing wife, the queen of Zandalar, was recently ill, and the infatuated king specially asked the prophet Zul to make a prophecy for the queen.

The result of the    prediction was very bad. The queen would die in ten years. Well, for a troll whose lifespan is much longer than that of a human being, ten years is definitely not a long time.

King Rastakhan was very distressed by this bad news, but he has not yet let go of his duties as king. After hearing that the Dark Prophet brought back news from Vol'dun about the fate of the Zandalari Golden Dynasty, he still held on to his spirits. This secret meeting was held.

  The old troll Zul, who had changed into his prophetic garb, stood under the throne of the King of Gold, and the palace guards brought him a chair.

   This is Zuul's prerogative.

   As the greatest prophet the Zandalar has ever known, and a friend who grew up with King Rastakhan from a young age, Zul's power over the court is far more powerful than any other high-ranking minister.

  If it wasn't for the trolls who did not want to be regents, and if Zul didn't have much pursuit of secular authority, the Dark Prophet could be regarded as the regent of the Golden Dynasty.

   However, this used to be a private meeting between the prophet and the king, but today there is an extra "bystander".

Next to the King of Gold and the Dark Prophet, a young troll in a Zandalari-style dress is standing humbly, holding a pen and paper, seemingly recording the conversation between the King and the Prophet , like a mediocre secretary.

   But in fact the meaning of her presence here is very important.

   Her name was Talanji, the only child of King Rastakhan and his beloved wife.

  Although it was destined from birth that Princess Talanji would be the next queen of Zandalar, the sudden summoning of her father and prophet today still made Her Royal Highness's heart pound.

   She was asked by her father to record today's conversation as a clerk, which means she has been allowed to step into the highest political circles of the Golden Dynasty.

   Could it be that the father who is in his prime is planning to abdicate early?

  The princess kept thinking about this question in her heart.

   But she was very well-bred and did not stop writing down the pen and paper in her hand. The matters discussed by the king’s father and His Excellency the Prophet in front of her were also very important.

   "We have to tear it down"

  The Dark Prophet said to the king in front of him with a sense of exhaustion:

   "The time of dedication destined for the Golden Dynasty has come. Countless emperors have tried their best to maintain the inheritance of the dynasty for this day. My Majesty, I have seen the future, and we must fulfill the supreme mission left by the First Emperor Daza!

  In order to defeat the shadow that rises from the abyss, we must destroy our magnificent city, and seal the gigantic spinning wheel of 16,000 years and destroy it today. "

   This terrible proposal made Princess Talanji stare, and King Rastakhan, who was obviously absent-minded on the throne, also sat upright in shock.

   He looked at the Dark Prophet below and said in a deep voice:

   "I have no intention of questioning your prophecies about the future, Zul, my brother, every one of your prophecies in the past has been confirmed, I should have adopted your advice without hesitation, but

The    Giant Seal is the city foundation of Dazar'alor!

In the beginning, Huang Dasa was the city of all spirits built around the seal disc left by the creator. After 16,000 years of continuous construction, we have the most magnificent capital in the world. Life in this city With nearly two million people!

  You are going to destroy the Great Seal, which means that we are going to destroy the 16,000-year heritage of Zandalar with our own hands, and you are asking me to throw away all the glory of the past.

   This is not a simple suggestion.

  Zul, you must speak more convincingly for me to take your madness and appease the courtiers. You know, this suggestion of yours will make all the factions of the entire court unite against you. "

  The King of Gold's tone was very serious.

The princess Talanji next to    also nodded frequently. Although she grew up listening to Zul's magical prophecy story, today's advice is indeed beyond her imagination.

   "I don't care what the ministers who are blinded by power and conspiracy think about me, and I don't care how the people of this city despise me.

   Actually, I feel that with my prestige as a prophet of darkness, the people will complain after they are asked to evacuate the city, but they will eventually obey my prophecy. "

  Zul shook his head and said:

   "This may be the true usage of the prophetic prophecy.

   True or false is not important, the consequences of each prophecy are worthy of attention.

   But my sire, please listen to me.

  Everything that has happened and is happening in the Nazmir jungle declares the fact that the darkness sealed under the earth has awakened, and the monster called 'G'huun is roaring and trying to pollute the world with its corruption.

   This is not the first time we have faced such a threat.

16,000 years ago, in the era of the first emperor Dasa, it almost destroyed the origin of our civilization, and our ancestor, the glorious Dasa, therefore left advice and warnings to every king of gold. !

  My Majesty, on the day you took over the throne from your father, I believe your father also told you the message of that era.

   The Zandalari trolls guard this land of spirits and never set foot outside.

  Except for the wrong choice in the age of Thor, we do not participate in any wars, we have been silently accumulating strength, and we have formed the Golden Fleet and the Guard Corps that make other civilizations feel fear.

   But all this is not for conquest!

  Your Majesty, you know better than your subjects that every warrior in every era of ours was born not to turn a sharp blade towards an external enemy, but to defend against the hidden dangers that may erupt within us.

  We are the watchers of terrible disasters, we are the guardians of dark history, we are the oaths to protect the world, Zandalar trolls have been guarding the most dangerous prisoners in the world for Azeroth!

   This is the mission of the Golden Dynasty and our pride.

   But my majesty, the mission is both glory and shackles.

  Many golden kings before you have made grand plans to conquer the world, but due to the constraints of our mission, we cannot extend our power beyond this island.

   Can we not do it?

  No, it's not! "

   The Dark Prophet shook his head. He stood up from his chair and spread his hands towards King Rastakhan. He said in a deep voice:

"We will complete our mission today, and we will remove the shackles that bind us with our own hands. My Majesty, the magical ally from the outside world has reached the Nazmir jungle, and he calls his **** friends into that sealed place. city.

   Blake Shaw has promised me that he will take down the dreaded G'huun and its blood plague corruption, and we can help him enter the sealed dark city in his plans.

   G'huun's evil and powerful servant has awakened under the Vol'dun Desert. If we don't take the initiative to break the giant seal in the city, then the monster born in the abyss will 'help' us to destroy it.

   By then, we will not lose a city!

When the giant seal is broken, the city of Titans in the depths of the Nazmir jungle will open, and all we need to do is to take out all the power that the Golden Dynasty has accumulated for 16,000 years and help those warriors who have stepped into the dark to sweep away. Ching Ghorn's Fallen Servant! "

  Zul clenched his fists, and in a tone full of power, he said to the King of Gold who was full of thought in his eyes:

   "We will completely regain our ancestral land that has been lost for more than 10,000 years! That jungle full of mud and darkness will become the frontier of the Golden Dynasty!

  Our ancestors were born there, my majesty, that is our hometown.

   As long as we complete all of this, the Zandalar trolls who have been bound by the mission for 16,000 years can have no worries, and we can proudly spread our influence to the whole world as the "world savior".

   Our Legion can go anywhere in the world to help fellow trolls who are bullied by aliens.

   Your battle standard will reach the altars of all troll clans.

   Led by our Zandalar trolls, the lost empire of trolls! The great empire that destroyed the Aqir Empire head-on! The most powerful empire ever born in Azeroth's history!

   Its lost glory, will be reborn in your hands!

  Your Majesty, you need a reason to convince yourself and your stupid subjects, then I will give you a reason."

   The Dark Prophet pointed to the city beyond the palace that stretched to the mountains, the countless undulating platforms and the magnificent pyramids, Zul let out a sneer and said:

   "Dazaro, the city of gold, the land of all souls, the center of the world in the hearts of all trolls, you are proud of this city, but in my eyes, the greatest city in the world has nothing to love.

   I was born here.

   But I never liked it.

   Every minute in this city disgusts me and suffocates me!

   Every brick of it represents a heavy mission, every piece of its gold leaf is adorned with dogma of restraint, and the city has not made the Zandalari greater.

   It just shackles the potential of this civilization!

   It represents a heavy past rather than a bright future.

   Just like our miserable compatriots in Stranglethorn Vale and Zul'Aman, they will only recall the greatness and glory of the past in the present misery, and confront the cruelty of reality by recalling the beauty of the past.

  Gurubashi trolls and Amani trolls are total losers, weak and worthless, but that's not the fate of Zandalar trolls!

   We don't need to reminisce about the past, because we have the ability to create a better future!

   Your Majesty, and the Princess, destroy it!

   With your hands and your will, destroy this city with your own hands!

  Trust me, what you lost today

   Only shackles! "

   This declaration full of momentum, power, and bewitching made King Rastakhan stand up from the throne, and the old king who ruled this land for more than 200 years also felt a rare excitement.

   But he still retains his composure as a king and does not make decisions lightly.

   Even if Zul used exaggerated and provocative language to outline a bright future for him, he still needs to convince his reason.

At this moment of silence, Princess Talanji, who had been listening, suddenly raised her hand, attracting the attention of the king and the prophet. Under the gaze of the two big men who could decide the future of the Zandalari trolls, Her Royal Highness the young princess was somewhat nervous.

   But she coughed and whispered:

   "That. Father, I know what you are hesitating about, but if we want to tear down the giant seal, we only need to destroy the palace area of ​​Dazar'alor City.

  Civilian areas, military areas and commercial areas will not be affected.

   That means we don't really have to tear down the whole city, it's just that you may have to move out with your mother for a while, and we may have to rebuild the palace later. "

   Having said that, Her Royal Highness the Princess even whispered:

   "Actually, this is not a bad thing. Anyway, this palace is very old. It is full of decay. It's a good thing to have a new one."

   The words of the princess left the prophet and the king stunned at the same time.

  Then the two old trolls looked at each other and laughed at the same time, causing Her Royal Highness beside her to widen her eyes. She couldn't understand what the two old men were laughing at?

   Did you say something stupid?

   "Call the Guards! Call the War Druids! Call the Priests! Call the War Council!"

With a wave of the King of Gold, his messengers immediately rushed out of the palace and flew to various areas of the city on the royal pterodactyl. The sound of the gong representing the opening of the palace meeting also echoed in the palace at the highest point in Zuldazar. .

  The King of Gold is clearly determined.

   He walked out of his palace with Zul, onto the king's platform, and looked back.

Behind the most gorgeous troll palace, on the main body of the palace, a huge golden disc is slowly turning. The disc is shining with gorgeous light in the sun. Such mysterious runes and images.

   This huge rotating golden disc like a mountain is the reason for the name "Golden Dynasty", and this giant seal is also the symbol of Zandalari Troll City.

   But today, the trolls will take the initiative to destroy it, to open the way to the dark city for those warriors.

   "Zul, my brother."

   King Rastakhan withdrew his gaze, and in a nostalgic gesture reached out and patted on the gold-studded railing of the king's platform. He looked around the place where he grew up, and said:

   "What do you think of Talanji? Will she be a better ruler than me? Will she be the queen of the Zandalari troll empire?"

   "In the future, but now, Her Royal Highness is obviously too young and too immature."

   The Dark Prophet shook his head. He looked at Princess Talanji, who was riding on a richly decorated pterodactyl, and was preparing to go out with several female guards. He said:

   "However, you may be able to arrange some prestige missions for Her Royal Highness to help her be known to the people. As it happens, I predict that a tragedy related to the northern trolls is about to happen.

  My Majesty, send Her Royal Highness to Northrend, and let her go there to save those loa who are about to die. "

  Zul moved his fingers and touched the low-key golden ring on his finger. He whispered:

   "This will be the first step in shaping the fate of Queen Talanji. She will meet the person who can change her life in a dark and icy land."

   (end of this chapter)