Late at night.

Zandara Islands.

Zanshur.

Midnight dreams, Zandalara's little princess, Tarangi wakes up in the middle of the night again.

"Father's ......"

"Mother's ......"

Tears that had been shed all day were again pouring out of her silver-blue eyes with the suppressed cry of the young troll.

How she wished it was just a nightmare.

But reality told her that she was now only one troll, a troll!

Father, Mother, they have gone to another world.

A world from which there will never be a return.

Covering the quilt over his body, Tarangi wept, like a bird abandoned by his parents, crying helplessly in the nest.

"Princess?"

In the darkness, a gentle voice suddenly came.

There was concern in the voice.

"Who?" Tarangi, who was crying, was startled, she quickly wiped her tears and asked in a low voice.

"Zur."

A mild-looking, silver-haired old troll, holding a lamp and carrying a small light, appeared at Tarangi's bedside.

"It's you. Prophet. Tarangi recognized him and felt even more sad in his heart.

Dark Prophet, my father then went to imitate his best friend, who was also his father's left arm and right arm.

The Prophet is the most powerful troll in the Zendalar Empire outside of the God-King, and he has always supported his father.

Tarangi is very familiar with Zur, and it can even be said that she is the one who Zur grew up watching her grow up with.

Zur was a very close uncle and uncle, and an elder she respected.

Especially after the death of his father and mother, he has become one of Tarangi's biggest dependences at present.

There are two such dependences.

One is Zur and the other is Lezan.

Tarangi sighed at the sight of Zur, and the Troll Prophet looked at her with gentle eyes, "Grief is like the devouring of Akunda, it only fills our hearts with bitterness. But if you want to make the best wine, you can't do without this bitterness. ”

When Tarangi heard him say this, her little face, still with tears, was stunned.

"It's like when you took me on a trip to Wharton. What did you say to me when you drank the fine wine brewed by His Majesty's priests in His Majesty's shrine? She asked him in a whisper.

"Well, Your Highness. You have a good memory, you're a troll with a lot of talent, you're smart. Zur said complimentingly.

Being praised by the Dark Prophet is a great honor in the Zendalar Empire.

Everyone knows that prophets generally don't praise trolls very much, and the trolls who can make him praise must be the trolls of trolls!

On Tarangi's little face, he couldn't help but show a little smug expression.

But immediately, she thought of her father and mother, who had died tragically, and grieved again, and the tears that had been suppressed flowed again.

She heard Zur sigh again.

In Tarangi's memory, the Prophet sighed very little, it should be said that there were none.

For for he was in control, sighing was a disappointment of loss, and the Prophet never disappointed.

But tonight, just for a short time, he had sighed several times in front of him.

Tarangi knew that the death of his father would also be a great loss for Zur.

He lost a friend, he lost a king who supported him.

Tarangi felt that his father's death was nothing but himself.

The saddest troll in Zandalar must be the venerable Prophet Zur.

Tarangi is Tarangi after all.

In the plot of the game, she can inherit the fate of the entire Zandalar as a daughter in the future, and take the Zandalar troll to her own way in the melee between the Alliance and the Horde.

Even though she is still young, this strong quality has already been shown in her.

Just like the year before, when Zur accompanied her on a trip to Wharton, she vomited and diarrhea because she was not accustomed to the water and soil.

The Prophet wanted to bring her back.

Tarangi persevered, because she felt that the tradition of the young Zandalar royal family traveling the world in the company of the prophet could not be broken in her own body!

Looking at the sighing prophet, Tarangi was obviously sad in his heart, but he still made himself look optimistic.

"You're right. Prophet. The little troll princess said. I can't grieve right now. Zandalar lost their god-king, and they grieved even more. ”

"You're so strong." Zur said in admiration. "Your Highness, rest and relax. I'm right outside the door, so you don't have to worry about your safety. I swear in the name of the generations of Zur that you are safe. ”

"No!" Tarangi refused, and the young Princess Zandalar grew up at a breakneck pace after the death of her father and mother. "Prophet. Tell me what's going on outside! ”

"Something out there? It's nice outside, everything is fine, with me too. Your Highness, you don't have to worry, you're still young. Zur said.

Tarangi stubbornly said, "Prophet, please speak! ”

Zur looked at her, and she looked at Zur, not backing down at all.

"Okay." Zur sighed again.

"Outside, it's a bit of a mess."

Zur observed Tarangi and whispered:

"The reason for Her Royal Highness's madness is still being investigated, and Her Majesty Bang Sandy's sacrifice is contacting the Destination of All Things, hoping to let His Majesty the God King's soul temporarily return to preside over the overall situation."

"But I don't know why, they can't contact the One who wants to go for the time being, and He doesn't accept the response."

The young princess seemed to be really thinking, and she asked the question: "What about the Empire?" What are the civilians doing now, what is happening in Dasaro and Zanshur and the business district? ”

"There's some confusion. But I've let the army and the Rastali enforcers in to keep order in the city. The plebeians were sad that they had lost a good king. Zur said.

"Your Majesty Lezan! What about His Majesty Lezan? ”

"Your Majesty is in a rage. He vowed to find out who was behind him and destroy him. Zur said. The Loas all appeared, and I discussed them with them. Your Majesty, at the strong request of His Majesty Lezan, you will become the new God-King of Zandalar in a certain period of time. ”

"A queen! A queen who has never appeared in the history of Zandalar and the trolls. ”

"Zandalara...... Queen? Tarangi was stunned, panic flashing across his face.

"Your Majesty Rastaha has only one descendant of you, and His Majesty Lezan supports you. The other Loas did not explicitly object. You're Queen Zandalara, no doubt about it! Zur's tone hardened unusually hard.

"You mean, there's trolls against it?" The young but intelligent Tarangi heard something else in Zur's words.

"There are some trolls who say that trolls have never had a queen and cannot have a queen. The kings will not agree, and neither will King Daza. Zur said, shaking his head.

"You...... How is it refuted? His Majesty Lezan will not debate with trolls, but you will debate with trolls. Tarangi asked.

Zur smiled, then sighed, "I say, then ask him to ask King Dasa about your eligibility to succeed Zandalara." If the kings say no, ask him to come back and tell us. ”

"How is it possible to ask the kings? They have been dead for many years. Do you want to go to the Atadasar Temple? No......" Tarangi suddenly seemed to understand something.

For the first time, a faint smile appeared on her little face: "If you really say that." I'm afraid no troll would dare to object. I don't think any troll would really want to go to the kings and ask questions at this time. ”

Yes, the kings are dead trolls. If you want to ask them questions, you can only find them yourself, except for those who seek the home of all things.

How do you find it yourself?

The kings are dead trolls, and if you want to ask them questions, you can only turn yourself into a dead troll......

Tarangi thought it was funny, but not because the sophistry was funny.

She was also a little moved.

The reason why I was moved was because the Prophet Zur, who had always been gentle with trolls, actually spoke like this to other trolls.

Why the Prophet had become so tough, Tarangi certainly understood.

He wanted to be the queen of Zandalar himself, and that his friend's daughter would inherit his friend's throne instead of falling into the hands of other trolls.

"Thank you, Prophet." The little princess, who has realized in her heart that she is ready to take over the burden of the Zandalar Empire, has begun to transform in the direction of the queen.

Zur sighed again.

"It's a pity that Your Majesty can't see with your own eyes the day you ascend the throne." He said.

Tarangi, who had just become strong, felt sour again. But she quickly got into the groove and instead of crying again, she said, "Prophet, do you know? You sighed six times in front of me tonight. ”

"Promise me not to sigh in front of me again, okay?"

Tarangi saw, after he said he sighed six times.

In Zandalara, the Prophet of Zur, who was under a troll and above countless trolls, suddenly became complicated.

Nostalgia, pain, entanglement, sadness, and even some guilt. Tarangi saw this expression on his face for the first time, and it made the little queen wonder if she had said the wrong thing.

"Okay." Said the Prophet Zur. "I'll never sigh again. No, it won't. Hey......"

Saying no, he finally sighed again.

"You sigh again, for the seventh time."

"Your Highness, I promise this is the last time."

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