"It's been a long time since I've seen you, my Anna."

In the Proudmoore family cemetery, the Thanred Brown, dressed in a crisp general's uniform and a navy man. Prodmore stood quietly in front of a tombstone, the former prodigal son who had changed dramatically in recent months, his once bohemian blonde hair now neatly combed, his beard trimmed, his clothes that had always been open before now buttoned up with every button.

The silver anchor necklace hanging from his neck was hung in the military uniform with a thin silver chain, and on the pendant, there was a moon gem representing the moon god, which did not represent that Tanred had converted to the Church of the Luna God, but because the woman he loved was taken away by the moon god, so he wore this gem on his body, hoping to be closer to his Tiana.

If in the past, Tamred was like an unruly wind on the sea, then now he is like a calm deep sea, not only from temperament, but also from the inside to completely become another self.

Disasters can change a person, especially after losing what is most dear, the pain that swells in the heart will completely tear apart a person's soul, and then glue it into another form indiscriminately, and live in pieces.

"I've been busy lately..."

Tannred stretched out his hand, his white-gloved fingers gently caressing the cold tombstone, there was not much sadness in his blue eyes, only a dead silence, he whispered:

"I just destroyed three Naga temples near Tol Barad... How many nagas have I killed? 2000，3000？ Ah, I don't remember a little, but I know that it's not enough, it's not enough. ”

"It's a pity, I'm a rude bastard, and I don't know how to miss you except in this way, how to get rid of the pain that is faintly aching in my heart... I'm sorry, I'm a coward who left you alone at the bottom of the sea, I can't even help it... There's no way to get you back. ”

"Will you blame me? Tiana, my wife... I'm sorry I can't be here with you to talk a little more, another new battlefield has been opened, and I, I'm going to join it, I'm starting to hate war, dear Tiana, this world without you really disgusts me. ”

"Wait for me."

Tannred brushed a fallen leaf away from his wife's tombstone with his fingers, and he whispered:

"Maybe soon, I'll be with you."

The news that Thanred had lost his lover in the war waged by the Naga against the Kadore Elves was not concealed, said the trainee priest of the moon god Tiana. Starsong is not an important figure in Cadore's society, but she is buried on the island of Kurtiras as the wife of the Sea Prince of Kul Tiras, and Tyrande has had a small conflict with King Drake over this.

There had never been a moon god sacrifice far from Mount Hyjal after death, which was not in line with the teachings of the Moon Temple, but Thanred didn't care, and before Tiana died, she told him herself that she was willing to follow Tamred away... That's enough.

After this poignant love story spread, many aristocratic women of the Human Empire wept for what happened to Tanred and Tiana, and many ladies were willing to comfort the frustrated Tanred, but unfortunately, they have lost that opportunity forever...

"Don't go over!"

Outside the cemetery, Major General Taylor, who served as the adjutant of Tanred, stopped a royal attendant who tried to enter the cemetery, and the general, who had just been promoted to major general, said in a deep voice:

"Tamred is mourning his deceased wife, and he doesn't want to be disturbed!"

"But the king's envoys are waiting for him in the council chamber!"

The royal guard said with some embarrassment: "His Majesty Drake also asks General Tanred to return immediately, about the new continent that has just been discovered, the huge fleet has been assembled in Pelallas, 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 Tannred's deceased wife, and they are already divided into two ghosts, the Holy Light is above, are these politicians monsters without hearts? Can't you even give him that little time? Is there only one naval commander left in the empire? ”

"Taylor, don't embarrass him."

Tamred's somber and calm voice sounded in the cemetery, and Rear Admiral Taylor turned around, and saw Tamred strolling out of the secluded cemetery in his navy, his left hand holding the command knife at his waist, and the young prince, who had become as deep as the sea, glanced at the royal attendant, and asked softly:

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

"I've learned all this, now tell me... Where's my fleet? ”

The squire bowed his head respectfully and said:

"Right here in the harbor of Pelarhas, the Venerable Prince of Tanred, the fastest Fourth Fleet of Kurtiras, the fleet of Lordaeron, and the High Elves' Sail Fleet have all assembled there, along with a support marine team from orcs and trolls, and several reconnaissance airships, everything is ready to go!"

"Hmm."

The young Prince of the Sea nodded, he glanced back at the cemetery behind him, which was shrouded in a faint mist, and he whispered:

"Taylor, go pack up and get ready... Expedition. ”

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Between the strange mountains, in the land of strange towering temples and shrines, and strange rock pyramids, the mysterious troll civilization that lives in seclusion outside the world, the mighty Golden Dynasty of Zandalar has also undergone a major event today.

In the palace of King Rastaha, whose blood is in the blood of the Golden Clan, adorned with gold and precious stones, the leader of the Troll Priests, who can prophesy the future of Dark Zur, is loudly announcing his new prophecy above the court of the Golden King, a prophecy about the future of the entire world.

The prophet Zur is a well-known figure in the society of trolls, and his past is made up of a mysterious aura shrouded in countless successful prophecies, and it is said that every prophecy of the prophet Zur will be fulfilled, and this terrible "hit rate" has made him feared by many trolls since he was a child, and many more trolls think that Zur caused the disaster and want to kill him.

It's ironic...

Zur hopes to use the future he sees to help others out of disaster, but after failing again and again, Zur realizes that the future and fate do not conflict, and the ability of the prophet can see the future, but it is difficult to reverse fate, this recognition makes Zur progress rapidly, and because Zur always predicts disasters, he soon has the "good name" of "dark prophet".

However, the denigration of the common people did not disturb Zur's own fate, and he was valued by the Golden King Rastaha, and became a member of the Golden King's Council of Zanshuli, relying on his accurate prophecies of disaster, Zur soon became the most relied on prophet of the Rastaha King, and as he grew older, Zur's prophecies became more and more rare, but each one began to have special magical powers.

More than a decade ago, Zor prophesied a terrifying future for darkness to invade and engulf the Eastern Kingdoms, and the Zendalar Empire evacuated all their strongholds in the Eastern Kingdoms ahead of schedule, and Zul's prediction proved to be correct, and the entire Eastern Kingdom was powerless to resist in the face of the icy tide set off by the Darkblade Legion.

After that, Zur prophesied that the sky would be shrouded in dark green flames, and that the demons of 10,000 years ago would return to the world, and a few months later, the archdemon Akmund descended on Azeroth, and although the archdemon was quickly killed, the demons who "smuggled" from then spread the flames of chaos throughout the world.

But as reminded of Zur's prophecy, the Zendalar Empire was prepared for the easy victory of these brave and warlike trolls against the incoming demons, and they owe it all to Zur's great foreknowledge of the future.

Unfortunately, the death of King Rastaha's beloved wife a few years ago has led to a long period of grief for the ambitious King of Gold, who is no longer even as keen as he used to be to restore Zandalara's absolute leadership over the troll civilization, much to Zur's disappointment, and in recent years, he has become increasingly secluded, cutting off almost all contact with the outside world.

What is Zur doing?

Quite simply, he's been thinking about how to restore the Zendalar Empire to its glory, and in ancient times, the trolls of Zandallar ruled most of the world.

However, the plan has not always kept up with the change, or in other words, Zur has once again keenly seized the opportunity from the change.

In the early morning of that day, the demented Zur burst into the palace and announced to King Rastaha that an important moment had been placed before the Troll Empire of Zandalara.

The strange smell of incense permeated the court of the Troll Empire, and King Rastaha, who was in the prime of life, sat on his golden throne, and the sturdy troll looked at the great prophet Zur in the palace with some boredom, and the other important ministers of the Imperial Council also looked different in the face of Zur's persuasion.

"The mysterious Death Bonsandy revealed a terrifying future to me last night!"

Dressed in armor made of gold and bone, the Prophet Zur looked chattering, the troll with a heavy crown of bones and precious stones on his face, his long pale hair flowing behind his head, his waist a little rickety, his skin pale from the long absence of the sun, but there was a wisdom in his eyes, Zur shook his head and described his prophecy, and the fangs dotted with golden rings shook in the air as his head shook.

"I saw that the black tide is about to flood the great Hades of Bonsandy, who has mastered death, even the powerful royal family Loa Lezan will not be able to resist the terrible tide of death, the gods of Loa will fall one after another, and the believers under Loa have no other way but desperate prayers, our empire will be difficult to survive under that frenzy, and even the people in the court will end up the same as the commoners."

Zur describes prophecy in the same way as the other wands, describing everything he sees in a strange and uncomfortable voice, but in contrast to the way in which wands exploit the fears of others, a prophet like Zul who has the real thing in his hands doesn't bother to exaggerate fear.

He just needs to describe the future as he sees it.

The current Rastaha King of the Zendarar Troll Empire is not a fool, and although the members of the Council have different political opinions, they are not ignorant of the general situation, and more importantly, compared to the gods of other races, the advantage of the Loa priests is that they often have the support of Loa behind them.

Zur coughed a few times, and the troll prophet with his strange helmet looked up, and his black, dangerous eyes looked at King Rastaha, who was seated on the throne, and he whispered:

"And the origin of all this calamity is only because the eyes of destruction are cast on Zudasa... Believe me, Your Majesty, that won't be too far off. ”

This warning made King Rastaha a little helpless, as a king, he longed for real advice, not this kind of godly chatter, plus the death of his wife made him not in a good state of mind, so the golden king, who was wearing gold armor and wearing a crown, waved his finger:

"Let's be straight, Zur, how are you going to avoid this future? Or rather, what kind of advice do you want to give me? ”

"We need allies, Your Majesty!"

Zur bowed respectfully to the king and said:

"What happened to humans, centaurs, and night elves has taught us that Zandalar alone cannot withstand the impending storm!"

As soon as Zur's words fell, Yazma, the high priest of the Zanshuli Council who had always been at odds with Zur's politics, sneered contemptuously:

"Allies? Listen, ladies and gentlemen, our wise Zur has begun to boast again about his theory of "great unification", and he has always been like this, full of strange preferences for the inferior trolls, trying to make the lowly and savage ones ascend to the sacred temple of Zudasa, I have always thought that Zur's childish idea was a kind of fraternity, but now I realize that it is a kind of stupidity! ”

"Who are we looking for to help us? Zur, the forest troll Amani clan has long been uprooted in the War of the Dead, and the frost trolls of the Northland are about to become the next casualty of the two undead legions of Darkblade and Scourge, as for the Gulabash trolls of the Valley of Thorns? Haven't they become lackeys of the Federation? Oh yes, yes, and one last of the lower troll clans, Sandfury, right? ”

The grim priest who relied on the favor of Shadra, the body of spiders and intrigue, and controlled all the intelligence networks of the entire Zandalar Empire, showed a strange smile on his face:

"Let me tell you, Zur, the destruction of the Elemental Realm has caused the Wind Riders to unleash a storm in the southern frontier of Kalimdor for 7 days and 7 nights, and the Sandfury Trolls and their city of Zulfarak have been completely buried with millions of tons of sand... They can't even save themselves, so how can they save us? ”

High Priest Yazma's retort made the other members of the Council of Zanshuli laugh, but not Zur and the Golden King, the two long-lived trolls were very good friends in private, and although King Rastaha lost interest in governing the country because of the loss of his wife, he believed that his friend Zur would not be so naïve.

He was waiting for Zur's explanation, and Zur did not disappoint his old friend.

"Bang"

A quaint scroll box was carried into the main hall by the servants of Zur, and the box made of steel was placed in front of Zur, and the dark prophet stroked the scroll box in front of him with a wistful expression, and he raised his head and looked at the high priest Yazma with a contemptuous look, and he whispered:

"I'm looking for an ally that you can't even imagine, and you naïve guys can't understand..."

"The ancient King of Thunder and Lightning made a sacred covenant of watch with our ancestor, the wise priest Zu Razak, thirteen thousand years ago, and after thirteen thousand years, we, the incompetent descendants, can only live on the legacy left by our ancestors... But Bonsandy told me that this was the only way we could save ourselves... To prove that what I say is true, I am willing to personally take the Golden Fleet to the continent that has just seen the light of day. ”

"For the Zandalar Empire, find the powerful allies of the ancient times, and let the glory of Zandalar shine again on the world..."

"Zandala, endure forever!"