"I haven't seen you for a long time, my Anna."

In the cemetery of Prodmore, Tanreyd, wearing a straight general uniform and a naval cloak, stood quietly in front of a tombstone. This former prodigal son has changed a lot in recent months. His originally unruly golden head was found to be neatly combed, and his beard was trimmed. His clothes that were always open have now been fastened with every button.

The silver anchor necklace hanging around his neck was hung in his military uniform with thin silver chains. On the pendant, there was also a moon gem representing the moon god. This did not mean that Tanrey had transferred to the moon god church. It was just that because his beloved woman was taken away by the moon god, he put the gem on his body in order to get closer to his Tiana.

If Tanreid used to be like the unruly wind on the sea, then now he is like a quiet deep sea, not only from temperament, but also from inside to another self.

Disasters will change a person, especially after losing what you cherish the most, the pain that surges in your heart will completely tear apart a person's soul, and then randomly bond it to another appearance, and live in fragmentation.

“I’m very busy lately…”

Tanrey stretched out his hand, gently stroked the cold tombstone with his white gloves. There was not much sadness in his blue eyes, only a dead silence, he whispered:

"I just destroyed the three Naga temples near Thorbalad...How many Nagas have I killed? 2000, 3000? Ah, I can't remember it clearly, but I know that this is not enough, and it's far from enough."

"I'm sorry, I'm a rude bastard. Apart from using this method, I don't know how to miss you and how to eliminate the pain in my heart... Sorry, I, a coward, let you lie alone at the bottom of the sea, and I can't even... I can't find you back."

"Will you blame me? Tiana, my wife...I'm sorry I can't say more with you here, another new battlefield has been opened, and I, I will join in, I'm starting to hate war, my dear Tiana, this world without you really makes me feel disgusted."

"Waiting for me."

Tanreid's fingers brushed a fallen leaf off his wife's tombstone and he whispered:

"Maybe I'll come with you soon."

Tanreed lost her lover in the war between Naga and the Kadore elves. This news was not concealed. The moon god's intern priest Tiana. Xingge is not an important figure in the Kadore society, but she was buried in the island of Kurtiras as the wife of Prince of the Sea of ​​Kurtiras in a tomb. For this matter, Tyrande also had a little conflict with King Drake.

There has never been a Moon God priest who stayed away from Mount Hygar after his death. This did not conform to the teachings of the Moon God Temple, but Tanreid didn't care. Before Tianna died, she told him in person that she was willing to leave with Tanreid...that was enough.

After this sad love story spread, many noble women from the human empire cried for the experience of Tanreid and Tiana. Many young ladies were willing to comfort the frustrated Tanreid, but unfortunately, they had lost that opportunity forever...

"Don't go there!"

Outside the cemetery, Major General Taylor, who served as Adjutant Tanreid, stopped a royal servant who tried to enter the cemetery. The general who had just been promoted to major general said in a deep voice:

"Tanreid is mourning his dead wife, he doesn't want to be disturbed!"

"But the envoys of the kings are waiting for him in the chamber!"

The royal guards said with some difficulty: "His Majesty Drake also asked General Tanreid to go back immediately, which is related to the new continent that had just been discovered. The huge fleet has been assembled in Bolarus, and nearly 10,000 sailors are waiting for their commander."

"Then let the fleet wait a little longer! Or let the kings find someone else."

Major General Taylor angrily refused:

"Today is the birthday of Tanreid's deceased wife, but they are already divided into two parts. The holy light is above. Are these politicians all heartless monsters? Can't even give him such a little time? Is Tanreid the only naval commander left in the empire?"

"Taylor, stop making things difficult for him."

Tanreid's slouching and calm voice rang in the cemetery. Major General Taylor turned around and saw Tanreid walking out of the quiet cemetery with a naval cloak. With his left hand holding the command knife at his waist, the young prince who had become as deep as the sea glanced at the royal servant, and he asked softly:

"My brother sent you here, it's about that continent, right?"

"I already know all this, now tell me...where is my fleet?"

The attendant bowed respectfully and said:

"Just in Port Bralles, the respected Prince Tanreid, the fastest Fourth Fleet of Kurtiras, Lordaeron's fleet and the Yangfan Fleet of the High Elves all gathered there, and there was also a supportive marine from orcs and trolls, as well as several reconnaissance airships. Everything was ready and ready to set off at any time!"

"Um."

The young Prince of Dahai nodded, and he looked back at the cemetery covered by a faint mist behind him, and he whispered:

"Taylor, go clean up and prepare... to go to war."

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Between the strange mountains and ridges, on the land full of strange and towering temples and shrines, and strange rock pyramids, a mysterious troll civilization living in seclusion outside the world, and the powerful Zandala Golden Dynasty also happened today.

On the palace decorated with gold and gemstones, King Rastaha, who was flowing with blood from the golden clan, the leader of the troll priests could predict the future dark Zor, loudly proclaiming his new prophecy, a prophecy about the future of the entire world, in the court of the King of Gold.

This prophet Zul is famous in the society of trolls. His past was composed of mysterious halos shrouded by countless successful prophecies. It is said that every prophecy of the prophet Zul will be fulfilled. This terrifying "hit rate" made him feared by many trolls since he was a child. More trolls believed that Zul caused disaster and wanted to kill him.

This is ironic...

Zul hopes to use the future he sees to help others get rid of disasters, but after failures again and again, Zul realizes that the future does not conflict with fate. The prophet's ability can see the future, but it is difficult to reverse fate. This perception makes Zul progress very quickly. Because Zul always predicts disasters, he soon gained the "good reputation" of the "prophet of darkness".

However, the slander of ordinary people did not disturb Zul's own destiny. He was valued by the King of Gold Rastaha and became a member of the Zanshuli parliament of the King of Gold. Relying on the ultimate prediction of disaster, Zul soon became the most respected prophet of King Rastaha. As he grew older, Zul's prophecy became increasingly rare, but each began to have special magic.

More than a decade ago, Zor predicted the terrifying future of the invasion of darkness and submerged the eastern kingdom. For this reason, Zor's empire evacuated all their strongholds in the eastern kingdom in advance. It turned out that Zor's prophecy was correct. In the face of the cold tide caused by the Dark Blade Legion, the entire eastern kingdom was unable to resist at all.

After that, Zul predicted that the sky would be shrouded in dark green flames, and that the demons ten thousand years ago would return to the world. A few months later, the great demon Arcmond descended to Azeroth. Although the great demon was quickly killed, the demons who "smuggled" then spread the fire of chaos to the entire world.

But with Zor's prophecy, the Zandala Empire was prepared in advance. Faced with the coming demons, these brave and warlike trolls won easily, and they attributed all this to Zor's great prediction of the future.

Unfortunately, King Rastaha's beloved wife died a few years ago, which led to the originally ambitious King of Gold falling into long-term sadness. He was no longer as keen to restore Zandala's absolute leadership over the troll civilization as before, which made Zor feel disappointed. Therefore, in recent years, he has become increasingly confined and almost cut off all contact with the outside world.

What is Zul doing?

It's very simple. He has been thinking about how to return the Zandala Empire to the pinnacle of glory. In ancient times, Zandala trolls ruled most of the world.

However, plans always fail to keep up with changes, or in other words, Zul once again keenly seized opportunities from changes.

In the early morning of this day, the crazy Zul suddenly broke into the palace and announced to King Rastaha that an important moment had been placed in front of the Zandala Troll Empire.

The strangely scented incense filled the court of the Troll Empire. King Rastaha, who was in his prime, leaned on his golden throne. The strong troll looked at the slandering prophet Zor in the palace with a little boredness. Other officials from the imperial meeting also looked different in their expressions in the face of Zor's advice.

"The mysterious god of death Bonsandy revealed a terrifying future to me last night!"

The prophet Zul, wearing armor made of gold and bones, looked stunning. The troll's face was filled with a heavy crown embellished with bones and gems. His pale hair was floating behind his head, his waist was a little hunched, and his skin became pale because of the long absence of the sun. But his eyes were full of wisdom. Zul shook his head and described his prophecy. The fangs dotted with golden rings were also shaking in the air as his head swayed.

"I saw the black tide that was about to flood the great palace of Bonsandy, who was in control of death. Even the powerful royal family, Loaresan, could not resist the terrifying wave of death. The gods of Loa will fall one after another, and the believers under Loa have no other way except for desperate prayers. Our empire will be difficult for us to survive the craze. Even the people in the court will end up with the same fate as the civilians."

Zul and other charlatans describe prophecies in a way that is strange and uncomfortable to describe everything he sees. However, compared to the charlatans who use the fear of others in their hearts, a prophet like Zul who has real things in his hands is disdainful to exaggerate fear.

He just needs to describe the future he sees.

The current King Rastaha of the Zandala Troll Empire is not a fool. Although the political views of the Imperial Conference are different, they are not ignorant of the generalities. More importantly, compared with the charlatans of other races, the advantage of the Loa priests is that they often have Loa's support behind them.

Zul coughed a few times, and the troll prophet with a weird helmet raised his head, and the black eyes containing dangerous wisdom looked at King Rastaha who was sitting on the throne, and he whispered:

"And the origin of all this disaster was only because the eyes representing destruction were cast on Zudasa... Believe me, Your Majesty, that would not be too far away."

This warning made King Rastaha a little helpless. As a king, he longed for real advice. It was not such a nagging statement. In addition, his wife's death made him not in good spirits. Therefore, the King of Gold, wearing golden armor and crown, waved his finger:

"Talk it straight, Zul, how are you going to avoid this future? Or, what advice do you want to give me?"

"We need allies, your majesty!"

Zul respectfully leaned over to the king and said:

"The encounter between humans, centaurs and night elves has been told that relying solely on Zandalah himself, we cannot resist the storm that will be around at any time!"

As soon as Zul finished speaking, Yazma, the high priest who had been disagreeing with Zul in the parliament of Zul, said contemptuously:

"Ally? Listen, everyone, our wise Zul has begun to brag about his "unification" theory again. He is always like this, full of strange preferences for those lowly trolls, trying to make those lowly and savage guys climb to the sacred hall of Zudasa. I always thought that Zul's childish thoughts were a kind of fraternity, but now I realize that this is a kind of stupidity!"

"Who are we looking for to help us? Zul, the forest troll Amani clan has been uprooted in the Undead War. The frost trolls in the Northland are about to become the next victim of the two undead legions, the Dark Blade and the Natural Scourge. As for the Gula Balms of Stranglethorn Valley? Aren't they already the lackeys of the Federation? Oh, right, there is also the last low-level troll clan, Sha Fu, right?"

The vicious priest who relies on the favor of the spider and conspiracy body Shadra and controls all the intelligence networks of the entire Zandala Empire showed a strange smile on his face:

"Let me tell you, Zul, the damage to the elemental territory has caused the wind steward to set off a 7-day and 7-night storm in the southern border of Kalimdon. The sand-angry trolls and their city Zul Farak have been completely buried by millions of tons of sand... They can't even save themselves, how can they save us?"

The rebuttal of the high priest Yazma made other members of the Zanshuli parliament laugh, but Zul and the King of Gold did not. These two long-lived trolls were good friends in private. Although King Rastaha lost his interest in governing the country because of his loss of his wife, he believed that his friend Zul would not be so naive.

He was waiting for Zul's explanation, and Zul did not disappoint his old friends.

"Clang"

A quaint scroll box was carried into the hall by Zul's servants. The box made of steel was placed before Zul. The dark prophet stroked the scroll box in front of him with a nostalgic expression. He raised his head and looked at the high priest Yazma with a contemptuous look, and he whispered:

"The allies I am looking for are unimaginable to you, and they are unimaginable to you, naive guys, who can't understand..."

"The ancient king of thunder and lightning set a sacred covenant with our ancestors, the wise priest Zulasa, ten thousand years ago. After 13,000 years, we incompetent descendants can only rely on the legacy left by our ancestors to beg for life... But Bonsandy told me that this is the only way out for us to protect ourselves... In order to prove that what I said is true, I would personally take the Golden Fleet to the continent that had just seen the light of day again."

"For the Zandala Empire, we will find powerful allies from ancient times and let Zandala's glory shine on the world again..."
Chapter completed!