"Mr. Zambit?" asked Sellant worriedly, looking at Zambit who was limp on the ground. A recovery technique in his hand was ready to be put on his body at any time.

"I'm fine. It's just a bit of a surprise. Zambit waved his hand weakly, and the prophet Profit's original advice appeared in front of his eyes again:

Fifteen years ago, shortly after the Cataclysm, the young Zambit was summoned by the Prophet.

"Zambit, now isn't the best time for you to get out and about. However, the cataclysm has already occurred, and if the trolls do not make changes, I am afraid that they will soon face a catastrophe. The Prophet exhorted with anxiety.

"So I can leave the tribe and go out on a rampage, that's great!" Zambit, who felt a sense of freedom again, did not take the Prophet's worries to heart at all, but was more concerned about the "cage" that he felt depressed. Zambit was tired of the hard training life day after day, and the infinite Warcraft Forest outside the tribe was the paradise in his mind.

"Alas!" the Prophet sighed helplessly as he looked at the young man's unmistakable Zambit. Zambit is already the best talent of the troll generation, but he still looks like he can't afford it. I don't know when he'll grow into a pillar of the troll clan.

"Lord Prophet, can I leave now?" the anxious Zambit asked impatiently, this guy was so naïve that he didn't even take care of his bags and was ready to go, "Lord Prophet, you wait and see, I will definitely become the greatest troll warrior!"

Profitte looked at the ecstatic Zambit speechlessly, and suddenly felt that he was not too hasty to do so. No matter how you look at it, you shouldn't pin your hopes for the future of the troll clan on this guy who is a bit of a middle two.

Profit admits to hesitating more than once in his heart, but in that prophecy it is unmistakable that Zambit is the one who leads the revival of the trolls. As a prophet, Profit had never seen a prophecy give him such a clear hint.

Should I give him that thing? Give it to Zambit to find Barnett the Dwarf?

"Zambit, you can get out of the troll tribe and explore the surrounding Warcraft Forest, but there are a few things that you must do. Profit finally made up his mind, and he decided to go to Barnett himself and fulfill the adult's request. As for the necessary exercise in Zambit, it is still needed, but some reins must be added to this loose wild horse.

"Huh, and the limits?" Zambit, who was overly excited, immediately collapsed.

"One, you can't be more than five hundred kilometers away from the Troll Tribe;" Profitte held out three fingers at Zambit, "and Second, you have to go back to the Troll Tribe every month to help with some tribal matters. ”

"Ahh Zambit shouted bitterly.

"It's just to help deal with it, this is the condition for you to go out and wander, otherwise you will continue to cultivate in the tribe until your ability is recognized by me. Profit glared at Zambit.

"Okay, okay, can't I say yes?" As soon as he heard that he might lose the opportunity to go out because of this, Zambit immediately wilted, and he was really suffocated.

"Don't worry, it won't be too long, you just need to help out on the days I'm gone. Profit was a little unbearable to see Zambit's appearance, and relaxed the conditions a little, he didn't expect that he would be away for ten years because of the search for Barnett.

"Lord Prophet, are you leaving the tribe?" Zambit asked, knowing it.

"I have to leave for a while, and I hope that you can maintain the tribe during my absence. Profitte's gaze went beyond Zambit to the depths of the Warcraft Forest, wondering where the drunken dwarf had gone. How could he never have thought that he, who had always been self-denying and calm, would have a day when he was drunk and misunderstood, could everything be providential?

"Is there anything I can do?" even Zambit could see the Prophet's hesitation.

"I'd better go on my own. Profit finally made a choice, "You still need to continue to temper and improve yourself, and one day the future of the troll tribe will be yours." ”

"Will you be in danger, Lord Prophet?" Zambit picked up an ominous hint from Profit's words.

"Danger? Profit muttered, "The Warcraft Forest is so big, and many mysterious races are living in seclusion here after the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races, so it is inevitable that some accidents will occur. ”

"Then Lord Prophet, you must need a great troll warrior to act as your escort!" Zambit posed a strong pose in front of Profit.

"Hehe, who do you think can threaten me in the Warcraft Forest except for those secluded holy realms?" Profitte saw through Zambit's idea of taking this opportunity to run into the depths of the forest to take risks, "It's better to temper yourself around the tribe honestly." By the way, in addition to those two points, there is one more thing that you must remember. ”

"Ahh

"I'm not old enough to be so forgetful. Profitt laughed and knocked Zambit on the head, then took out something that looked like a compass, "Remember this misty compass, if someone comes to you with this thing one day, you must treat him with respect for me." ”

"More respectful than you, don't you want to be so exaggerated!" exclaimed Zambit. Everyone knows that in the entire troll tribe, except for the prophet Profit, who can suppress Zambit, he is dismissive of anyone else, and now that a person has appeared out of thin air that he respects, Zambit is really not very convinced.

"That's right. In the future, the rise and fall of the troll clan is all in the hands of this man, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the rest of the tribe. Profit said solemnly.

"Well, if I really meet this person in the future, I will definitely have great respect for him. Zambit replied weakly.

"Swear by it. Against the Great Troll Ancestors. "Profit doesn't let Zambit have any loopholes.

"I swear ......" At the insistence of the prophet Profit, Zambit had to make a promise against his will.

Fifteen years have passed, and the Prophet has never mentioned this matter again, and Zambit has gradually forgotten this oath, but he did not expect that now, this obscene-looking old man actually took out the misty compass, which made Zambit suddenly feel blocked in his heart: Is the Prophet mistaken? How can the future of the troll clan be in the hands of this old fellow!