Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 468 21. I prophesied about you, Malak the King of Godslayers

  The Frost King Malak, a ruler who has sat firmly on the throne of the Drakkari troll king for decades.

   He only got on the throne by an assassination attempt. The former Frost King was killed by him. Although the process was very unethical, it was enough for the Drakkari trolls.

  If you can kill him, it proves that you are indeed better than him.

   Besides, who becomes the Frost King, does it make any difference to the chaotic tribe below?

   Everyone is not going to fight and kill for various reasons, eat all the people who are not pleasing to the eye, or be eaten by the other party.

   In this extremely chaotic land, although the Frost King has the highest power in name, few people actually beat him. Unless the Frost King's clan is strong enough to conquer all the tribes of Drakkari, he will be nothing more than a statue sitting on a throne.

And Malak's greatness is that in the ten years he became Queen Frost, he relied on the south and north to fight, and he successfully controlled the northeast one-third of Zuldak, and truly became the ancestor of the ancestors. Duck's most powerful man.

   Although the conquest further south, the conquest has not been smooth because of the long front and the secret mischief of the Loa.

   But sitting on one-third of Zu'Drak and a great ruler with 100,000 elites under his command, Malak has become the most powerful Frost King born by Zu'Drak in the past three hundred years.

   And what makes this troll different from other Drakkari trolls is that although he is more savage and powerful than his brethren, his wisdom is as strong as his force.

   His ruthless calculations far surpassed even his force.

   Such a Frost King who has passed the war, his attitude towards prophecy of such a weak thing can be imagined, so when the pirate is very clever in front of him, the first reaction of the Frost King is.

   "Whoosh"

  Two spinning ice-bladed battle axes slashed at the pirates.

  The power of the legendary troll warlord made the two flying axes rush and fast. In the small area of ​​the King's Sacrificial Hall, Blake was basically seen at the same moment when the battle axe was shot.

Then

   went through.

   As if he didn't hit the entity at all, he only hit the phantom.

   is actually a quick hide and two consecutive flashes, coupled with a strong shadow affinity, so that the pirates create this "indestructible" illusion.

  The two ice-blade tomahawks returned without success, one left and one right slashed on the ground under the pirate's feet, sending the finely chopped pieces flying across the ground.

   But such a big movement did not attract guards.

   This made Frost King's mind sink.

   Relying on the super perception brought by his powerful strength, he was unable to see through the strength of the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him, but it seemed that there were four or five kinds of majestic and low divine power emanating from the guy in front of him.

   This is an almost impossible situation for mortals.

   And among the four or five kinds of divine powers, several of them are in conflict with each other!

   How did he do it?

   This question made the sullen King Frost puzzled in his heart, but there was no change in his expression at all, and his face was still as indifferent as the ice in the north.

   and blue eyes darker and colder than the north wind.

   For a Drakkari troll, eyes like this are really pretty.

"Ah"

  Black adjusted his voice and let out a muddy cough. It was not the first time he had done this job of pretending to be a magician. The last time he pretended to be a prophet, he was still talking to a good man like Illidan Stormrage.

   This gave the pirates a lot of confidence.

   I'm not afraid of Illidan Stormrage, the betrayer, but I'm still afraid of you, a little Frost King?

   "The ruler of the broken kingdom has the ambition to unify the race and rebuild the empire, but those ignorant and short-sighted Loams hiding in the dark have been obstructing this great unity behind the scenes.

  The conflict between kingship and theocracy has begun from the first day you sit on the throne and continues to this day.

   You have tried a thousand solutions, but has the situation improved? "

  Blake's tattered hood covered his face. Under the hood was a floating shadow, and he couldn't see his facial features at all. He said in a low voice in the shadow that was manipulated around him and floated like black smoke:

   "Saronya calls himself the guardian of the fortress, and nominally guards the southern fortress of Dak-Saron for the Frost King, but secretly allows his prophet to take over the defense of the fortress.

   The messengers you sent are difficult to protect themselves, let alone take over the majestic fortress and its elite soldiers. "

   "Seletus, the **** of vipers, gathered his followers under his command with faith and poison. His priests declared the land of the South to be the land of the gods, and any trolls who entered it would be melted by the poison.

   Your soldiers can't move an inch there. "

   "The northern bear **** Lennock is honest and loyal, and he and his priests are willing to serve your great cause, but the unclearness of the bear **** and the bear man makes you feel like you are stuck in your throat.

   Even if you are willing to trust it, the trolls under your command will regard it as an enemy. "

"Quesrun, patron saint of the wise, a cunning two-faced, stuck in the middle of your realm and that of the traitors, interested only in sacrifices and souls, but willing to offer your armies anything but help support."

   "The snow leopard goddess Hakya abides by neutrality. Her followers are always only interested in hunting, neither theocracy nor kingship. They are a group of stubborn people who will not be assimilated."

   "Gothus, the **** of brute force, has pledged his allegiance to you, but the stingy mammoth still refuses to bless even a war druid in your army."

   "Sad King Frost, you have only Akari, the rhino **** of your own clan, to help you. But Akali believes in its priest Galdara more than you have no faith in your heart.

  The big rhino is very smart.

  It has long seen through your heart.

   It knows you are the rare unbeliever among all the trolls.

  No, you can't say that, you can only say that you are too realistic, so realistic that you only use Loa as a tool for battle, and you lack the sincere reverence for them.

   This makes all the loa alienate you.

   But even so, even without the power of Loa, you still got to this point on your own, and you have accomplished a feat that most trolls cannot.

  You are only one step away from your great cause, your goal.

   There is only one chance left. "

  Blake's words finally changed the expression on the Frost King's face. This powerful troll with a scar on his face moved his body. Like other frost trolls, he was hunched over.

  No way, only Zandalari trolls can straighten their backs, which is a symbol of the "civilization and nobility" of the trolls.

   He said in a voice as cold as the north wind:

   "Your analysis is really good, the mysterious man who calls himself the Prophet of Calamity, but if you just ask questions and don't give me a solution to the problem, then I will ask you to leave my palace."

   A wave of icy cold air surged around the Frost King's body, surging on every inch of his skin, the frost biting bone as if a snowstorm was about to burst.

   This is the legendary power of the troll Frost King.

   He didn't know how to get the power to control the ice storm.

   "Ah, what a ruthless ruler, who sees everything in front of him as something that can be exploited, efficient and cruel, I appreciate you more and more."

   Black let out a short laugh.

He says:

   "The catastrophe of Northrend, and of all of Azeroth, will come from the west. The powers of darkness will rise from the abyss of death, within a few years.

   Drakkari trolls are 'lucky'.

  You will see the true face of this catastrophe before other races.

   It will bring destruction to this chaotic land without you even noticing, and the Drakkari trolls may be wiped out, either your people or those pesky loa gods.

   They all face a challenge from evil.

   Including you, Frost King Malak.

   I prophesy for you tonight, I raise this news to you tonight, I look forward to you tonight to prepare for disaster.

  You can ignore it, you can also actively deal with it, you can even use it cunningly.

   I look forward to your choice. "

   Having said that, the pirates stopped.

   He retreated into the darkness, and as he walked, he said meaningfully:

   "Empires destroyed by foreign enemies can rise again, but a world disintegrated from within is hopeless. Conquest is not the only way to unite people.

   I once heard a very reasonable saying, Malak the Frost King.

  Some people say that the real wisdom of being a king is to inspire the courage of the people, rather than to rule the country with justice or strength. "

   The black war scythe in Black's hand rotates in a circle during the movement of the wrist.

  As the sharp blades clashed, the two ice-blade tomahawks that had slashed into the ground flew back to the Frost King's eyes with a whistling, and were firmly held in his hands by the tall troll who was wrapped in cold air.

   When he looked up, the mysterious prophet of disaster in front of him had disappeared into the shadows, just like when he came, he left quietly.

   Only the last inaudible sentence echoed in the ears of the Frost King:

   "I prophesy you, Malak, that you will become the Frost King of Zul'Drak, the founder of the Drakkari Empire, and the King of Godslayers!

   Those useless waste should be eaten!

  Especially when you have an absolutely righteous reason, hold your arms, be magnanimous, and do great things.

   The fateful moment for you and the entire Drakkari trolls is upon us. "

   These words made Frost King Malak clasped the two ice-blade battle axes in his hand, not because of how shocking the prophecy was, but actually Black carried forward the "good tradition" of all prophets and magic sticks.

   He didn't say anything useful at all, just a bunch of nonsense.

   But what really made Malak's heart beat was that this weird prophet perfectly spoke to his mind. He had long been extremely dissatisfied with those waste Loa who only delayed things.

   What this prophet brings now is not so much a prophecy, but a kind of bewitching, a temptation, a recognition, and an urging.

  This mysterious guy is urging Malak to execute the terrible plan in his heart as soon as possible, and he has brought Malak the best reason.

   An impending catastrophe that will endanger all lives throughout Zu'Drak.

  Although Frost King Malak had no way to convince his generals with this reason, the arrival of this strange prophet today gave Frost King a wonderful thought.

   He was inspired, like a bolt of lightning flashing across a cold mind.

  Speaking of the Prophet

   Don't they have a very powerful dark prophet in their troll family?

   The Dark Prophet Zul who lives in the golden city of Zandalar, his predictions have been accurate for thousands of years, and there is not a troll who does not know the name of Zul.

   Even in the most savage Zul'Drak, there are Zul's admirers and followers,

  If the Frost King can get the blessing of Zul's prophecy, he will have enough reasons to convince even the most stubborn guy under his command.

Um.

   It seems that a new messenger must be sent to Zandalar to meet Zul and seek the wisdom of the Dark Prophet.

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   On the other side, after scavenging in the Gudak Palace, Black, who was extremely satisfied in the snow, flew away from the Zuldak North Palace on a Hippogryph, really did not expect the Frost King to have this idea.

   But if he knew, he would just clap his hands.

   The Dark Prophet Zul, that is indeed the most powerful magic stick in Azeroth, but as long as the Frost King sends messengers, as long as he sees Zul, he will definitely get the answer he wants.

   Because what the pirates told him was the real history of the future.

  Real gold is not afraid of fire, you can go to anyone to verify it.

   As long as the pirate can finally get his share, what will this dark, chaotic and barbaric land become in the end, and what does it have to do with him?

   He is human.

   He's not a troll, so he can't be sympathetic at all, okay?

   "call"

  The cold wind from the back in the night blew through the loyal Hippogryph and its master, causing one person and one beast to shudder at the same time. Blake raised his head and glanced at the sky where the snow was getting heavier and the weather was getting colder.

  The gloomy clouds have gathered into a thick mass, completely blocking all the light in the night.

   "Well, a blizzard is coming across Zu'Drak."

   Black made a pun.

   Under the darkness, he turned back and "looked" at the Gudak Palace, which had become a big shadow behind him, and he grinned and said:

   "But what does this have to do with me being an evil little pirate?"

   "Fly, loyal sky, fly as much as you want. Let's go home and watch the fun, um, I don't know how the graves on Zaraq's side are dug?

   I hope that trash doesn't let me down. "

   (end of this chapter)