Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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

He relied on an assassination to sit on the throne. He personally killed the previous Frost King. Although the process was very ungrateful, for the Drakkari trolls, this was enough.

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

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

Everyone has to fight and kill for various reasons, eat everyone who doesn't like them, 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 care about him. Unless the Frost King's clan is strong enough to conquer all the tribes in Drakkari, he will be nothing more than a sculpture sitting on a throne.

The great thing about Malak is that in the ten years since he became the Frost Queen, he relied on conquests in the south and north, and combined vertical and horizontal alliances to successfully control the northeast third of Zul'Drak, and truly became the ancestor of Zul'Drak. The most powerful person in Dark.

Although the conquest further south, the conquest has not been smooth due to the long battle line and the secret mischief of the Loa gods.

But as a great ruler with one-third of Zul'Drak and hundreds of thousands of elites under his command, Malak has become the most powerful Frost King born in Zul'Drak in the past three hundred years.

And this troll is different from other Drakkari trolls in that although he is more savage and powerful than his compatriots, his wisdom is as strong as his martial arts.

His cold calculations even outshine his force.

For such a Frost King who rose to power through war, one can imagine his attitude towards such a weak thing as prophecy. Therefore, when the pirates appeared in front of him like crazy, the Frost King's first reaction was...

"Whoosh"

Two rotating ice-blade battle axes roared and slashed at the pirates.

The power of the legendary troll warlord made the two flying axes fly fast and furious. In the small area of ​​​​the King's Sacrifice Hall, the battle ax was basically seen on Blake at the same moment.

Then

Weared it.

It's like it didn't hit the entity at all, only the phantom.

In fact, it was a quick escape plus two consecutive flashes, coupled with a powerful shadow affinity, that allowed the pirate to create this "invulnerable" illusion.

The two ice-blade battle axes returned in vain, and struck the ground at the feet of the pirates, one on the left and the other on the right, cutting the delicate ground into pieces.

But such a big movement did not attract the guards.

This made the Frost King's mind sink.

Relying on the super perception brought by his strong strength, he was actually unable to see through the strength of the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him, but there seemed to be four or five majestic and low divine powers emanating from the guy in front of him.

This is almost impossible to happen to a mortal.

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

How did he do it?

This question puzzled the sinister Frost King, but there was no change in his expression on the surface. He still had the same cold face as the ice in the north.

And blue eyes that are more sinister and colder than the north wind.

For a Drakkari troll, such eyes are really beautiful.

"Ah"

Black adjusted his voice and let out a thick cough. This 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 lying to a good man with a heart like Illidan Stormrage.

This gave the Pirates a lot of confidence.

I'm not afraid of the traitor Illidan Stormrage, so why should I be afraid of you, a little Frost King?

"The rulers of the broken kingdom have the ambition to unify the race and rebuild the empire, but the ignorant and short-sighted Loa hidden in the darkness have been secretly obstructing this great unification.

The conflict between royal power and divine power has begun since the first day you sat on the throne, and continues to this day.

You've tried every trick, but has the situation gotten better? "

Blake's tattered hood covered his face. Under the hood was a floating shadow, and his facial features could not be seen clearly. He said in a low voice in the shadow that was manipulated around him and flowed like black smoke:

“Salonya calls himself the fortress defender, and nominally guards the southern fortress of Daxalon for the Frost King, but secretly lets his own prophet take over the defense of the fortress.

The envoys you sent can hardly protect themselves, let alone take over the majestic fortress and the elite soldiers in it. "

"The snake god Siletus gathered his followers under his command with faith and poison. Its priests declared the southern land to be the land of gods, and any troll who entered it would be melted by the poison.

Your soldiers can't move there. "

"Rennok, the bear god of the north, is honest and loyal. He and his priests are willing to serve your great cause. However, the lack of clarity between the bear god and the bear people makes you feel stuck in your throat.

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

"Qisluun, the patron saint of the wise, is a cunning double-dealer, stuck in the middle of your territory and the territory of the traitors. He is only interested in human sacrifices and souls, but is willing to provide your army with anything except help. support."

"The Snow Leopard Goddess Hakoa abides by her neutrality. Her followers are always only interested in hunting and care neither about divine power nor royal power. They are a group of die-hards who will not be assimilated."

"Mathos, the god of brute strength, has pledged his allegiance to you, but the stingy mammoth is still unwilling to bless even one war druid in your army."

"Poor Frost King, you only have Akali, the rhinoceros god of your clan, trying his best to help you. But compared to you who have no faith in your heart, Akali believes in its priest Galdala more.

The big rhinoceros is very smart.

It has already seen through your heart.

It knows that you are a rare unbeliever among all trolls.

No, I can't say that. I can only say that you are too realistic. You are so realistic that you only regard Loa as a tool for war, but lack the heartfelt awe for them.

This makes all Loa alienate you.

But even so, even without Loa's divine power, you have still reached this point on your own, and you have accomplished feats that most trolls cannot accomplish.

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

Only one chance left. "

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

There is no way, only the Zandalari trolls can stand up straight, which is a symbol of the trolls' "civilization and nobility".

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

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

Waves of icy cold air surged around the Frost King, covering every inch of his skin. The biting frost was as if a blizzard was about to break out.

This is the legendary power of the Troll Frost King.

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

"Ah, you are such a ruthless ruler. You regard everything in front of you as an object that can be exploited. You are efficient and cruel. I appreciate you more and more."

Blake let out a short laugh.

He said:

"The disaster for Northrend and even Azeroth will come from the west. The power of darkness will rise in the abyss of death, within these few years.

The Drakkari trolls are 'lucky'.

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

It will bring destruction to this chaotic land without you realizing it. The Drakkari trolls may become extinct, whether it is 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, and I expect you to prepare before the disaster tonight.

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

I look forward to the choices you make. "

At this point, the pirate paused.

He retreated into the darkness, saying meaningfully as he walked:

“An empire that was destroyed by foreign enemies can still rise again, but a world that is falling apart 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 true wisdom of a king is to inspire the courage in the hearts of the people, rather than to rule the country with justice or strength. "

The black war scythe in Black's hand rotated in a circle as his wrist moved.

As the sharp blades clashed, the two ice-blade battle axes that had been cut into the ground roared back to the Frost King, and were firmly caught in the hands of the tall troll, whose body was wrapped in cold air.

The moment he looked up, the mysterious prophet of disaster in front of him had disappeared into the shadows. Just as he came, he left as quietly as he came.

Only the last inaudible words echoed in the Frost King's ears:

"I prophesied to you, Malak, that you would become the Frost King of Zul'Drak, that you would be the founder of the Drakkari Empire, that you would become the God-Slaying King!

Those useless pieces of trash should be eaten!

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

Your fateful moment, and that of the entire Drakkari trolls, is coming. "

These words made Frost King Malak suddenly clasp the two ice-blade battle axes in his hands. It was not because this prophecy was so shocking. In fact, Blake carried forward the "excellent tradition" of all prophets.

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

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

What this prophet brings now is not so much a prophecy as it is a kind of temptation, a kind of temptation, a kind of recognition, and a kind of urging.

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

A disaster is about to happen that will endanger all life in Zul'Drak.

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

He was inspired, like a flash of lightning across his cold mind.

Speaking of prophets

Don’t they, the troll clan, have a very powerful dark prophet?

The dark prophet Zul lives in the golden city of Zandalar. His predictions have been extremely accurate over the past thousands of years. There is no troll who does not know Zul's reputation.

Even in the most barbaric Zul'Drak, there are admirers and followers of Zul.

If the Frost King could gain the blessing of Zul's prophecy, he would have enough reason to convince even the most stubborn of his followers.

Um.

It seems that a new envoy must be sent to Zandalari to see Zul and seek the wisdom of the dark prophet.

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On the other side, Blake, who searched the palace of Gu'Drak and flew away from the northern palace of Zul'Drak on a hippogryph in the falling snow with great satisfaction, did not expect that the Frost King would have such an idea.

But if he knew it, he would just applaud.

Dark Prophet Zul is indeed the most powerful magician in Azeroth, but as long as the Frost King sends a messenger and sees Zul, he will definitely get the answer he wants.

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

Real gold is not afraid of fire, just go to whoever you want to verify it.

As long as the pirate can finally get his share, what will this dark, chaotic and savage land look like 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 behind the night blew past the loyal hippogryph and its owner, making both the man and the beast shiver at the same time. Blake raised his head and glanced at the sky where the falling snow was getting thicker and the weather was getting colder.

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

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

Blake said with a double entendre.

Under the darkness of night, he looked back at the Gudak Palace, which had become a big shadow behind him. He grinned and said:

"But what does that have to do with me, an evil little pirate?"

"Fly, loyal sky, fly to your heart's content. Let's go home and watch the fun. Well, I don't know how the graves in Zalak are being dug?

I hope that trash doesn't disappoint me. "