Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In fact, the original Zandalari God-King was a wise and brave king, but unfortunately he was a very passionate and holy troll. After his queen died several years ago, this king, who had originally been ambitious to revive the Zandalari Empire, fell into a long period of sorrow and never recovered.

If it weren't for the Prophet who single-handedly kept the kingdom running, Zandalar would have been doomed sooner or later.

"So, my most trusted prophet, how can we save our country and my people?"

Zul raised his head, his eyes full of wisdom, which made him feel confident.

"Your Majesty, we can find a new home that can provide a living for millions of Zandalari people, a continent that is larger than Zandalari!"

At this time, a troll who was also a member of the Zanchuli Council stood up and began to question the prophet: "Lord Prophet, you should know the current situation in Azeroth. The Eastern Continent is dominated by the Alliance formed by humans, and Kalimdor is the private territory of our arch-enemy, the night elves. If we want to gain a foothold in these two places, we need to start a war to fight against the two behemoths, the Alliance and the night elves!"

After the congressman finished speaking, another female congressman stood up. She was also a political enemy of the prophet: "Northrend in the Arctic is bitterly cold and the journey is long. It is impossible to migrate the whole country!"

"Then tell us, prophet, where is the continent you mentioned that can accommodate millions of Zandalari people?"

The two councilors believed that Zul's advice to God-King Rastakhan to abandon their homeland of Zandalar for this supposed disaster was a way of seeking greater status, power, and fame, and despite the well-known accuracy of Zul's prophecies, they refused to believe in the impending catastrophe.

However, facing the questions from the two congressmen, Zul did not even raise his eyes. It was obvious that he did not take these two congressmen who opposed him seriously.

"You have all forgotten our Zandalari allies!"

"ally?"

"Are you talking about the Amani trolls who led the opposition to our Zandalari, or the Gurubashi trolls who colluded with Zul'jin? Or the Drakkari trolls in the north who were conquered by Zul'jin?"

"It can't be the desert trolls who are the least numerous and survive in Zul'Farrak, right? Those low-level trolls only know how to kill each other and worship mummification as a religion of martyrdom!"

Faced with the ridicule of the congressman, Zul still did not show much emotion.

"Your Majesty, and everyone else, we will make the Amani and Gurubashi pay the price for their betrayal, but the allies I'm talking about are not them, but the Mogu who made a sacred covenant with the First Emperor Dazar ten thousand years ago!"

Rastakhan finally reacted at this time. Zul's words reminded him of the records in the ancient scroll.

More than 10,000 years ago, under the leadership of the Mogu Empire's emperor Lei Shen, the Mogu Empire and the Zandalari Empire formally formed an alliance, and the two most powerful empires in Azeroth became friendly countries.

Later, Lei Shen invited Zandalari to attack Uldum, but failed and died, and Zandalari also suffered considerable losses.

Because of the death of Lei Shen, the various warlords of the Mogu Empire fell into a long civil war for power. The Pandaren contacted other slave races to rise up in rebellion and overthrew the Mogu Empire in one fell swoop.

In order to help the remnants of the Mogu to restore their rule, the Zandalari Empire once invaded the unstable Pandaria region. After the new Pandaren Empire repelled the Zandalari reinforcements, the Mogu withdrew from the stage of history.

Later, the rise of the Night Elf Empire also led to the decline of the Zandalari Empire, and from then on the two races of Mogu and Troll lost contact.

"So my prophet, is there any connection between the future of Zandalari and the fallen Mogu?"

The God King sitting on the throne finally asked his first question of the day.

Facing the king's question, Zul was not dismissive like he was to the councillors. He leaned forward respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, when the First Emperor Dasa and the Thunder God formed an alliance, both sides were using each other. However, I learned from the ancient scrolls that the Thunder God and the First Emperor Dasa had a deeper deal. That is, the Thunder God gave his greatest secret to King Dasa, and the Thunder God could revive his soul after his death!"

That’s right, Thor gave the Zandalari trolls the means to resurrect himself!

Perhaps he did not dare to share this secret with his people because he was afraid that after his death, the Mogu people would once again fall into the quagmire of conflict and would not bother to resurrect him.

As long as the power of Thundergod is still of use to the Zandalari trolls, these so-called allies will fulfill their covenant and resurrect him.

Zul learned from the scroll that Emperor Dazar also agreed to Thundergod's request. If he died, the Zandalari trolls would be responsible for resurrecting Thundergod.

The scroll even records in detail the steps to resurrect the God of Thunder.

Now Zul has revealed the whole matter and produced sufficient evidence to force the congressmen to shut up their doubts.

"Your Majesty, I hope you can send the Golden Fleet to the South China Sea to search for the lost continent, for the Zandalari Empire and for our people!"

"Your Majesty, the Golden Fleet is the most important weapon for our Zandalari to gain a foothold in the Endless Sea. They have intimidated the navies of the goblins and humans. How can we easily mobilize them to search for the illusory Pandaria?"

"You must know, my prophet, there is no so-called continent in the southern sea."

The Zanshuli councilors jumped out again and tried to stop the prophet's plan. They had long been dissatisfied with Zul's status. They noticed the gap between the prophet and the God-King. This was the best time to suppress the prophet!

If the God-King hands over the navy to the Prophet, wouldn't that be equivalent to expanding the Prophet's power? What will they do then?

Although Zandalari’s army and air force are very strong, with the assistance of various Loa’s dinosaur descendants, their strongest force is still the navy, the Golden Fleet!

You should know that Zandalari has become an island kingdom since the collapse of the sky and the earth in ancient times, and their navigation technology has been lit up for more than 10,000 years.

Even now, Zandalari's shipping and shipbuilding technology has always been the strongest in Azeroth.

Even Kul Tiras has to admit defeat. After all, human history is only more than 2,000 years, and Kul Tiras has only been established for more than 1,000 years.

The reason why the Zandalari Golden Fleet is not as famous as the Kul Tiras Navy is that it is affected by the population and cannot build ships and recruit navy without limit!

How strong is Zandalari’s maritime transport at present?

In the original time and space, Deathwing caused a cataclysm that caused the island of Zandalar to be submerged, and the Zandalari trolls built ships and went to sea under the guidance of Zul.

After the Cataclysm ended and the sea receded, they returned to Zandalar and rebuilt their homes.

Just imagine, Zandalari mobilized the entire country to build ships and transport an entire country out to sea to escape disaster. Only Zandalari can do this.

Of course, the Heart of Origin Fleet under Garin's name is excluded here.

That guy is totally cheating, he builds ships faster than the Zandalari trolls, it can't be considered normal.

Faced with the obstruction of these councillors, the Dark Prophet was secretly furious. He was wholeheartedly trying to revive Zandalari, but every time these short-sighted idiots would trip him up. It was really annoying!

Taking a deep breath, the prophet said what he relied on: "That's because Pandaria is shrouded in a mysterious fog. I got a magical artifact called the Orb of Pandaria from the Naga. It can guide our fleet to find Pandaria!"

Rastakhan paused for a moment, then forced himself to think.

As a king, it is essential for him to control the balance of various factions in the country, so he made his decision: "Prophet, I will allocate 100 warships and 200 transport ships from the Golden Fleet, and you will be responsible for finding a new home on Pandaria."

Before the other councillors could open their mouths to object, the God-King spoke again: "As for those Amani and Gurubashi who do not distinguish between the noble and the humble, I will punish them as well."

"General Lekla, you will lead a part of the fleet to attack Stranglethorn Vale. Make sure they understand who is the master of the trolls."

"Also, General Zakaze, bring your people to assist my army. Whether you can enter the Zanshuli Council depends on your performance this time!"

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

..............................

Khazul withdrew his thoughts. As Zul's confidant, he was angry about the obstruction of the Zanshuli councillors, but his status was not high enough to speak in that situation.

The only thing you can do is to complete the task assigned by the prophet and use facts to prove the correctness of the prophet's decision!

"Let's get started, everyone, please help me!"

Khazul held the Orb of Pandaria high in his hand, and the trolls behind him cooperated with him to channel magic power into the orb!

The Orb of Pandaria began to shimmer, and the colors on its surface swirled together to form a huge, rapidly spinning vortex.

As the leader of the ceremony, Khazur found that he could no longer open his eyes, so he closed them.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by thick silver-grey fog, and the orb in his hand was gone. He was shocked because that was the most important mission item on his trip!

Just as he was about to start screaming, the silver-grey mist around him began to dissipate.

He looked down and saw rolling mountains, green pastures, and dense forests.

Then the scene changed again, and began to focus downwards to a bustling town, with streets full of Pandaren, peddling goods and going about their daily lives.

Panda people!

The Pandaren recorded in the Imperial Scrolls once drove the Zandalari army out of Pandaria!

The view continues to move.

On the slopes of the snow-capped mountains that towered into the sky, he finally saw traces of the Mogu!

That’s right, this fantasy is pointing to Pandaria!

The prophet was right!

This continent does exist, it's in the fog!

K'hazul came out of his fantasy, the Orb of Pandaria was constantly flashing, the colors on it were swirling again, and floating towards the direction of the fog like a whirlpool!

"Order the fleet to sail towards the fog! Our destination is in the fog!"

Led by the flagship, the Zandalari golden fleet sailed into the fog.

After the fleet had been sailing for half an hour, a huge burst of artillery fire was heard from the fleet!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Khazul only felt that the flagship he was on was shaking!

"What's wrong with Jarak!"

Jarak ran over in a hurry, his eyes full of red. "Master Priest, there is something strange about this thick fog. I feel like the anger in my body is getting out of control!"

Khazur was startled and instantly realized that this was the strange fog that the prophet Zul had mentioned!

Just now, the troll sailors whose minds were controlled were controlling the warships to bombard each other!

"Kill!"

Outside the deck, two trolls actually started killing each other. One sailor stabbed the golden spear into the abdomen of another troll sailor, and the stabbed guy seemed to feel no pain and broke the other's chest with his backhand.

hiss!

The smell of blood kept irritating the nerves of the God of War Jarak. Just when he was about to go berserk, Khazul took out a huge totem from his waist and inserted it into the ground. The totem emitted a blue light, and Jarak's sanity instantly returned. The two sailors who had been killing each other also returned to normal and began to wail in pain.

"Go, bring the Purification Totem to every ship, quickly, we must limit our losses!"

"Yes, Master Priest!"

The God of War Jalak is worthy of being the top warrior among the Zandalari trolls. He grabbed the Purification Totem and made a heroic leap from the flagship directly to another warship.

He fell almost close to the side of the ship. Several troll sailors came towards him with red eyes, but the troll god of war raised his palm and knocked them all out in less than a round, and then enveloped them with the light of the purification totem.

“Warriors of Zandalari, do not be swayed by your emotions. Once you feel you cannot control yourself, immediately pray to the Loa you believe in and ask for their protection. As for those tribesmen whose minds have been controlled, please knock them out immediately and wait for rescue!!”

Rahazul's voice spread throughout the fleet along with the sea breeze, and a large number of Zandalari navy officers were still kneeling on the deck to pray.

After all, it was the elite Zandalari navy. With the protection of the Loa's divine power and some physical purification methods, this golden fleet soon returned to normal temporarily.

"Speed ​​up and pass through the fog. We can't withstand the second wave of strange power!"

The sailors were also full of fear of the cold fog, and they carried out the priest's orders very loyally, and the entire fleet increased its sailing speed.

Soon, they saw the light ahead, and then they rushed out of the foggy sea.

at last!

The sailors sighed in their hearts that they had finally passed through the damn fog!

A ray of sunlight shone on the deck, bringing warmth and courage to the trolls.

In the distance, there is a steep cliff, on which there seems to be a huge complex of buildings.

Pandaria, Kun-Lai Summit!

They found it!

The prophet was right!