Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Currently, Zandalar is the only area that remains relatively peaceful, and it is also an area that Black has never set foot on. In the mountains of Zuldazar, ruled by the Zandalari Trolls' Golden Dynasty, a battle of quite high standards and considerable A secret meeting is taking place.

In King Rastakhan's palace, the scenes that were always filled with courtiers arguing in the past did not appear. On the contrary, the golden sword guards expelled everyone who was not allowed to set foot in the court today.

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

King Rastakhan, who already looked very old, was sitting on his luxurious but not vulgar throne.

He maintained a majestic posture as he had for hundreds of years, with his hands on the armrests of the throne, and when he was sitting upright, he held up his slightly exaggerated but very troll-style golden crown, decorated with bones and feathers.

This thing is made with excellent craftsmanship. Although it looks as huge as the Troll King's torso, it is actually not heavy. Wearing it for a long time will not put more pressure on the old spine of the Troll Golden King.

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

His wife, the queen of Zandalar, had recently become ill. The infatuated king specially asked the prophet Zul to make a prophecy for the queen.

The outcome of the prophecy is very bad. The queen will die in more than ten years. Well, for trolls whose life span is much longer than that of humans, more than ten years is definitely not a long time.

This bad news made King Rastakhan very painful, but he had not yet given up his duties as king. After hearing that the Dark Prophet had brought back news from Vol'dun concerning the fate of the Zandalari Golden Dynasty, he still held on to his spirit. This secret meeting was held.

The old troll Zul, who had put on his prophet attire again, stood under the throne of the Golden King, and the palace guards moved a chair for him.

This is Zul's prerogative.

As the greatest prophet in the history of Zandalari, and a friend who grew up with King Rastakhan since childhood, Zul's power in the court is far beyond that of other important ministers.

If it weren't for the fact that the trolls didn't want to be regents, and Zul didn't have much pursuit of secular authority, the Dark Prophet could be regarded as the regent of the Golden Dynasty.

However, in the past, this was always a private meeting between the prophet and the king, but today there is an additional "spectator".

Next to the Golden King and the Dark Prophet, a young female troll wearing a Zandalari-style dress was standing there in a humble posture. She was holding a pen and paper in her hand, seemingly recording the conversation between the King and the Prophet. , just like an ordinary clerk.

But the actual meaning of her presence here is very important.

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

Although Princess Talanji was destined to become the next queen of Zandalari from birth, her heart was still beating wildly when she was suddenly summoned by her father and the prophet today.

She was asked by her father to serve as a secretary to record today's conversation, which meant that she had been allowed to get involved in the highest political circles of the Golden Dynasty.

Is his father in his prime planning to abdicate early?

Her Royal Highness the Princess kept thinking about this question in her mind.

But she, who was extremely well-educated, did not stop writing with pen and paper in her hands. The matter discussed by the King's father and His Excellency the Prophet in front of her was also very important.

"We have to tear it down"

The dark prophet, with a sense of exhaustion from his travels, said categorically to the king in front of him:

"The destined moment of dedication of the Golden Dynasty has arrived. Countless emperors have tried their best to maintain the inheritance of the dynasty just for this day. My Majesty, I have seen the future. We must fulfill the supreme mission left by the First Emperor Dasa!

To defeat the shadow that rises from the abyss, we must destroy our majestic city, sealing the destruction to this day of the giant that has rotated for sixteen thousand years. "

This terrifying proposal made Princess Talanji glare, and King Rastakhan, who was obviously a little distracted on the throne, sat upright in shock.

He looked at the dark prophet below and said in a deep voice:

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

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

Back then, Emperor Dasa was the city of all spirits built around the sealing disc left by the Creator. After sixteen thousand years of continuous construction, we have the most magnificent capital city in the world. Life in this city Nearly two million people!

If you want to destroy the giant seal, it means that we have to personally destroy the 16,000-year legacy of Zandalari. You are asking me to abandon all the glory of the past.

This is no longer simple advice.

Zul, you will have to speak more convincingly before I can adopt your crazy opinion and appease the courtiers. You know that this suggestion of yours will unite all the factions in the court against you. "

The Golden King's tone was very serious.

Princess Talanji next to her also nodded frequently. Although she had grown up listening to Zul's magical prophecy stories, today's suggestion was indeed beyond her imagination.

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

In fact, I feel that after using my authority as a dark prophet to issue a request to them to evacuate the city, the people will complain, but they will eventually obey my prophecy. "

Zul shook his head and said:

“Perhaps this is the true use of prophetic prophecies.

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

But my lord, please hear 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.

Sixteen thousand years ago, during the era of First Emperor Dasa, it almost destroyed the origin of our civilization, and our ancestor, the glorious Dasa, therefore left advice and warnings to every golden king. !

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 all spirits and never set foot outside.

Except for the wrong choices made in the Thor era, we have not participated in any wars. We have been quietly accumulating strength. We have formed a golden fleet and a military guard that make other civilizations feel fear.

But all this is not for conquest!

Your Majesty, you understand better than your subjects that every warrior we have in every era was born not to point a sharp blade at external enemies, but to defend against hidden dangers that may erupt within us.

We are the watchers of terrible disasters, we are the guardians of the dark history, and we are the ones sworn to protect the world. The Zandalari trolls have been guarding the most dangerous prisoners in the world for Azeroth!

This is the mission of Golden Dynasty and our pride.

But my lord, mission is both an honor and a shackle.

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.

Is it because we can't do it?

No, it's not! "

The Dark Prophet shook his head. He stood up from his chair, spread his hands towards King Rastakhan, and 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 lord, a magical ally from the outside world has arrived in the jungle of Nazmir. He calls his god friends to enter the sealed place. city.

Blackshaw has promised me that he will deal with the fearsome G'huun and its blood plague corruption, and that we can help him in his plan to enter the sealed dark city.

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

By then, we won’t have lost a city!

When the giant seal is destroyed, the Titan City deep in the jungle of Nazmir will be opened. What we need to do is to use all the power accumulated by the Golden Dynasty for 16,000 years to help those warriors who set foot in the darkness sweep away. The fallen servants of Chingog'horn! "

Zul clenched his fists, and in a tone full of power, he said to the Golden King, whose eyes were filled with thoughts:

"We will completely regain our ancestral land that we lost for more than 10,000 years! That jungle full of swamps 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 this, the Zandalari trolls, who have been bound by their mission for sixteen thousand years, will no longer have to worry about anything, and we can proudly spread our influence to the entire world as the 'saviors of the world'.

Our legion can go to any place in the world to help fellow trolls who are bullied by alien races.

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

Under the leadership of our Zandalari trolls, the once-lost troll empire! The great empire that once 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 that stretched beyond the palace to the mountains, the countless undulating platforms and the magnificent pyramids. Zul sneered and said:

"Dazar'alor, the golden city, the land of all spirits, the center of the world in the hearts of all trolls, you are proud of this city, but in my eyes, there is nothing sentimental about this greatest city in the world.

I was born here.

But I never liked it.

Every minute and every second in this city disgusts me and suffocates me!

Each of its bricks represents a heavy mission, and each of its gold leaves is decorated with binding dogma. This city does not make the Zandalar trolls greater.

It just limits 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 current suffering, and rely on recalling the beauty of the past to fight against the cruelty of reality.

The Gurubashi Trolls and the Amani Trolls are both out-and-out losers. They are weak and worthless, but that is not the fate of the Zandalari Trolls!

We don’t need to dwell on the past because we have the power to create a better future!

Your Majesty, and Her Royal Highness the Princess, destroy it!

Use your hands and your will to destroy this city with your own hands!

Believe me, what you lost today

Only shackles! "

This declaration, which was full of momentum, power, and bewitching meaning, made King Rastakhan stand up from his throne. The old king who had ruled this land for more than two hundred years also felt a rare surge of heart.

But he still retained the calmness of a king and did not make decisions easily.

Even if Zul used exaggerated and inflammatory language to outline a bright future for him, he still needed to convince his own 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 figures who could determine the future of the Zandalari Trolls, the young princess felt a little confused. nervous.

But she still coughed and whispered:

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

Civilian, military and commercial areas will not be affected.

In other words, we don't actually have to demolish the entire city, but you and your mother may have to move out for a while, and we may have to rebuild the palace later. "

Speaking of this, Her Royal Highness the Princess complained even more quietly:

"Actually, this is not a bad thing. This palace is very old anyway. It is full of the smell of decay. It is a good thing to demolish and build a new one."

The princess's words made the prophet and the king froze in place at the same time.

Then the two old trolls looked at each other and laughed loudly at the same time, which made the princess next to her 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 of All Souls! Call the War Council!"

The King of Gold waved his hand, and his envoys immediately rushed out of the palace and flew to various areas of the city on royal pterodactyls. The sound of the giant gong representing the opening of the palace meeting also echoed in the palace at the highest point of Zuldazar city. .

The Golden King was clearly determined.

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

Behind this most gorgeous troll palace, in the main part of the palace, a huge golden disk is slowly rotating. The disk shines with extremely gorgeous light in the sun, and it is engraved with various inscriptions. Such mysterious runes and pictures.

This rotating golden disk as huge as a mountain is the reason why the "Golden Dynasty" got its name. This giant seal is also the symbol of the Zandalar Troll King 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 retracted his gaze and reached out to pat the gold-inlaid railing of the King's platform in a nostalgic manner. 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 empress of the Zandalar troll empire?"

"It will be in the future, but right now, Her Highness the Princess is obviously too young and immature."

The Dark Prophet shook his head. He looked at Princess Talanji who was riding a gorgeously decorated pterodactyl and leading several female soldiers to go out for fun. He said:

"However, you may be able to arrange some prestige-building missions for Her Royal Highness the Princess to help her be known to the people. Just in time, I predicted that a tragedy involving fellow northern trolls was about to happen.

My Majesty, please send the Princess to the continent of Northrend, so that she can go there to save those loa who are about to die. "

Zul moved his fingers, touched the low-key golden ring on his finger, and 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 the dark and cold land."