For as long as he can remember, Tarangi has never been asked for his opinion.

For as long as she can remember, everything she had was arranged by someone else, either her father, or her mother, then the prophet Zur, and then the other high priests who wanted to take power back from Zur.

No one cared about Tarangi's opinion, they always arranged everything on their own, and she was the marionette in their hands, dancing to their hearts, just like her marriage this time.

Her father told her to study with Zur, and Tarangi respected Zur but did not like the gloom of the old prophet, but she followed anyway.

Her mother told her to listen to her father, that Rastaha would always be right, and that Tarangi chose to trust her mother.

The Prophet of Zur asked her to marry the King of the Desert, and even came up with the name of the Ancestor - what could Tarangi say? She could only agree.

The other priests kept shouting in her ear that if Zur was allowed to plunder, Zandalar would no longer be Zandalara. They want her to stand up and remove Zur in the name of Zandalar royalty. Tarangi hesitated again, she didn't veto......

For a long time, Tarangi has also adapted to this kind of life, she may have an emotional reaction to the arrangements of others, she will be happy, she will be angry, she will be sad, but in the end, she can only accept all the arrangements.

The only time Tarangi made a decision was when she ascended the Giant Seal not long ago.

And this time, in the present, he actually asked her opinion?

It was an experience that had never been experienced before, so much so that Tarangi didn't know how to react for a moment.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......" A voice came out of his mouth that he didn't even know what he meant, and Tarangi looked in the direction of the prophet Zur for help.

She was worried that she had messed up.

Because her natural sharp political instincts told her. Even if his father, Rastaha, was alive at the moment, it was difficult to veto what the troll in front of him wanted to do to Zendala.

In yesterday's speech on the Seal of the Giants, the best of Zandalar and the most powerful of the Loas had all surrendered to the king.

Even the priests who had encouraged her against Zur in the past were gone.

And his force.

His powerful allies, the dragons that even the Loas could not do, spoke gently before him.

The terrible orcs are still eyeing Nazmir, and Zudasa, who has suffered heavy losses in the war, cannot afford another war.

Without his support, when the orcs went south again, the only way to save the Zandalar Empire was to flee by boat.

And at this time, Zur's face was also facing this side.

He had no eyes.

But no troll dared to deceive him.

Seeing Zur's appearance, Tarangi panicked for no reason.

"You don't need to care what they think."

Tarangi heard Tonatiu say, and she couldn't help but look at him. He smiled so warmly: "Marriage is a matter between you and me, and no one else can make decisions except you and me." Though...... In fact, it is just a political marriage. ”

The Desert King's gentle gaze and warm smile made Tarangi's heart steady a lot, and she lowered her head and put a hand on the head of a small tyrannosaur, feeling it lick her palm with its hot, wet tongue.

It was a gift he had just given her, a small Tyrannosaurus that had just hatched.

According to him, this is his mount, the Tyrannical Dragon God, also known as the Tyrannical Dragon Queen Zavra - even the mount is a Tyrannical Dragon God, in a sense, it can be like Loa.

This small tyrannosaurus was the last egg Zavra had saved during the orc invasion.

The orcs invaded and destroyed Zafura's lair, killing her mate, and a furious Zavra joined the Beast Legion.

Later, she went from a strong tyrannosaurus to the current queen of tyrannosaurs.

After the war, she returned to her lair. In the ruined nest, she found an egg that she had survived, and she guarded the birth of her surviving child.

Then bring it to the God-King.

With her consent, the God-King gave it to Princess Tarangi.

Tarangi loved it.

Tonatiu noticed Tarangi's hands clinging to the little dinosaur lying on her lap. Like an old hen protecting her chicks.

"Did you name it?" The God King said casually.

"Not yet."

"Then you should give it a name." Tonatiu smiled, "It can stay with you for a long, long time, you need to give it a name." ”

"She."

"What?"

"It's her, not it."

"Oh, a beautiful lady, Zafra's daughter. This is good. So can you tell me what name you gave this beautiful lady? Zafra decides to give you her daughter's name, but as a mother, she also wants to know her daughter's name first. ”

"Darra." This time, Tarangi's voice was a little louder than before.

"Darla?" Tonatiu couldn't help but laugh: "Ha, that's a pretty good name. ”

"I agreed." She said suddenly.

"Huh?" Tonatiu.

"I am willing to marry you, the god-king of the Zur Empire. I am willing to have a wedding right away and be your wife. Tarangi said.

Tonatiu's eyes widened.

"Ha~ This is very good." Zur, who was silent, laughed. "So what are you waiting for?"

So what are you waiting for?

Zur didn't let him wait.

The wedding took place the next day.

Zur does not have a traditional Zandala wedding ceremony, according to Zandalar tradition, the wedding of a princess or god-king is celebrated for a year.

Zur changed some of the ceremonies, combined some of Faraki's ceremonies, and it took only one day to complete the wedding.

At the top of the Giant Seal, the God-King and the Princess announced their union to all the Zandalar Trolls.

Amid the cheers of the trolls, the wedding was completed. However, before the rest of the matter could be carried out, the sentinel general of the ally, Kadore, sent a message that the god-king must go north at once.

The orcs have made a big move in Nazmir, they actually built a dock on the coast of Nazmir, and many ships appeared on the dock!

And the power of the Dark Gate is even more dazzling, and His Majesty Ysera fears that a stronger enemy is coming.

It is said that the Empress of Life also arrived on the banks of the Broken River.

The Great War is about to begin.

As a landlord, the Zandalar trolls had better not be absent.

Hear Shantis's message.

Tonatiu responded immediately, and the trolls certainly weren't absent from such things.

He didn't care about the fourteen-year-old newlywed wife waiting in the boudoir, and set off overnight with a few Loa and some troll elites to accompany the dragons and elves.

Large coalition forces will follow behind.

A war to defend Azeroth is about to take place.