Giant Seal.

Second floor.

Elune bloomed in his light in the sky, and silver moonlight covered the land.

On the left is the pit of green fire burning, on the right is the bloody magic circle, and the open space in front of the city gate on the second floor is chaotic and lively like never before.

As soon as Rastaha fell from the sky, he saw demons wreaking havoc on his territory.

"Kill them!"

Fearing for the safety of his beloved daughter, the god-king of Zandalar did not hesitate to give the order to the troll to attack.

Rastali Executors and Royal Guards, along with the deformed trolls, roared and pounced on the six Hellfires that were climbing up the pit.

Before the Hellfires could figure out the situation, or even see the target they had summoned to kill by their master, they were drowned out in Zandalara's forces and armies.

At such a critical moment when the Dinosaur Festival is about to begin, it is slaughtered by blood trolls and demons to such a central place.

The princess's life and death are uncertain.

His Majesty the God-King was furious.

Zandalara's soldiers were disgraced, and if they didn't do anything about it, even if Rastaha didn't hold them accountable, they wouldn't have the shame to face the trolls.

Therefore, in the face of the battle of 6 hellfires, the trolls simply forgot to die, and with the royal guards and trolls who were about the same size as hellfire, they actually beat the 6 fierce demons with anger and screams, but they were helpless.

Seeing this, Tonatiu opened his mouth and said nothing.

He could feel the hellfires coming at him, and now the Zandalar trolls were beating them as if they were taking the blame for themselves.

Just then the tall Zandalar troll, in Ral, walked up to Tonatiu with a hunchbacked troll wearing a golden mask.

"You're Tonatiu of Falachi?" The troll, who was as tall as Tonatiu and had thick and long fangs, asked.

"Yes." Tonatiu probably guessed who he was.

So tall and so revered by trolls. Ral, who had a high status in Zandalar, followed him respectfully, and a few Zandalar trolls who didn't look simple also followed him.

In Zandalara, who else but Rastaha, the god-king, can be treated like this?

"Good. I'm glad there are heroes like you among the trolls! Rastaha said perfunctorily. I'm so sorry! My daughter is in danger and I'm going to save him. We'll talk about it later. ”

Tonatiu wanted to say something.

The old hunchbacked troll with the golden mask behind Rastaha shook his head at him.

Tonatiu is unknown.

Rastaha had bypassed him and was heading towards the blood-mist-filled battlefield.

The old troll in the golden mask followed Rastaha, and as he passed by his side, he looked at him with a pair of glittering eyes, smiled and whispered, "Hello, Your Majesty. I'm Zur. ”

Rastaha, who was not far ahead, heard him speak, paused slightly, and then continued on.

"Hello. Your Excellency the Prophet. Tonatiu couldn't help but take a few more glances at the future Zandalara's number one villain.

The Prophet Zur was the eldest of the Zanshuli Council, and a longtime friend of the God-King himself.

He had shown an astonishing gift for foresight since his childhood, and his childhood had been spent in agony, and he had prophesied many dark futures, even the division of the world, and he himself was tormented by these visions.

His prophecies were accurate to the details, and never once did they fail.

Fearful of his abilities, and even rumored to have it that it was his words that caused these calamities, from which the nickname "Dark Prophet" derives.

Although he saved many people by his prophecy, more and more people wanted his life.

As he grew older, Zur became more sleek, and he continued to make his prophecies, but he learned to weigh his words, prophesy great calamities, and like ordinary prophets, he would give Zandala the way to get rich and get lucky.

In the Council of Zanshuli, Zur used his prophetic powers to regulate the timing of sowing and harvesting across the empire, directing the best military movements, giving the Zandala Empire a great advantage.

Privately, he is the most trusted friend of the God-King Rastaha, and they both aspire to make the Zendalar Empire the overlord of the world once again.

In the plot of the game.

Zur even predicted the cataclysm.

He claims that a steel dragon will tear the world apart, causing a terrible tsunami, and serpentine monsters from the bottom of the sea will rush to sweep through the island of Zandalara.

Zandalar will not be able to escape the fate of sinking.

However, at that time, Rastaha lost interest in state politics due to the loss of his wife.

His counsel to the prophet went in the left ear and went out in the right ear.

Eventually, he handed over the Golden Fleet to Zur and let him go to sea to "find a new space to live".

The other members of the Zanshuli Council, who had long been dissatisfied with Zur's status, sensed the gap between the Prophet and the God-King, and began to oppose Zur's proposal with all their might, claiming that his prophecy was merely a desire for higher status, power, and fame.

They also scoffed at Zur for organizing a fleet and liaising with "low" troll races around the globe.

Elder Gods, Azshara, Mogu, Faraki, Gulabash, Amani...... In order to revive the trolls and save Zandalara, he used all possible means.

In the end, he can be said to have succeeded or failed.

Success was in the plan to resurrect Gohorn, and he almost never went wrong.

The Blood Troll had worked hard for something that had not succeeded for thousands of years, and it only took him a dozen years to succeed.

And yet he also failed.

Because Gohorn, who believes that he can revitalize Zandalar and revive the Troll Empire, is a pseudo-ancient god who is weak and cannot be weaker.

Simply killed by the combined forces of the Horde and Alliance, Zandalar was nearly wiped out.

Everything Bizur has done for the trolls and the Zendarar Empire, neither Rastaha nor the Zanjur Council adds up to any of him.

The Council of Zanshur will only think of crowding out the Speaker and the Prophet, and is anxious to fight for power in the Council.

After the death of his wife, Rastaha's ambition to recur was gone, and he became a mediocre ruler.

Only Zur has been dedicated and has never given up on saving Zandalar and reviving the trolls.

The only pity is.

It was he who went in the wrong direction at the beginning, and no matter how much effort he put in for the wrong direction, he still failed in the end.

This is his failure.

Also the failure of Zandalara.

After his death, Zandalar no longer regained the name of the Troll Empire, and eventually became a vassal of the tribe - if not vassalized, the kingdom would be destroyed.

From intrigue along the way to finally giving up life, everything is for Zandalara, for the trolls.

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