In reality, the original Zandalari God-King was a wise and brilliant ruler. Unfortunately, he was an extremely sentimental troll. Several years ago, after the death of his queen, this once ambitious king, who had wanted to revive the Zandalari Empire, fell into a long period of grief and became despondent.
If the Prophet hadn't been single-handedly holding things together and keeping the kingdom running, Zandalar would have been finished sooner or later.
"So, my most trusted Prophet, how can we save our nation, save my people?"
Zul raised his head, his eyes filled with wisdom, which made him confident.
"Your Majesty, we can search for a new home that can provide for the survival of millions of Zandalari citizens, a continent even larger than Zandalar!"
At this moment, a troll who was also a Zanchuli Councilor stood up and began to question the Prophet: "Prophet, you should know the current situation of Azeroth. The Eastern Kingdoms are dominated by the human Alliance, and Kalimdor is the territory of our ancient enemies, the Night Elves. If we want to gain a foothold in these two places, we will have to wage war against the Alliance and the Night Elves, two behemoths!"
After this councilor finished speaking, another female councilor stood up, also an opponent of the Prophet: "The arctic land of Northrend is bitterly cold and far away. It is impossible to relocate the entire nation there!"
"Then tell us, Prophet, where is this continent that you speak of that can accommodate millions of Zandalari citizens?"
These two councilors believed that Zul's suggestion to King Rastakhan to abandon Zandalar's homeland for the sake of this so-called disaster was to seek higher status, power, and fame. Although Zul's prophecies were known to be accurate, they refused to believe in the impending disaster.
However, facing the questioning of the two councilors, Zul didn't even raise his eyes, obviously not taking these two opposing councilors seriously.
"Have you all forgotten our Zandalari allies?"
"Allies?"
"Are you talking about the Amani trolls who are the first to oppose us Zandalar, or the Gurubashi trolls who collude with Zul'jin? Or the Drakkari trolls of the north who were conquered by Zul'jin?"
"It can't be the desert trolls with the smallest numbers, eking out a living in Zul'Farak, right? Those low-level trolls only know how to kill each other and worship mummified martyrdom!"
Facing the councilors' ridicule, Zul still didn't have much emotional fluctuation.
"Your Majesty, and everyone, we will make the Amani and Gurubashi pay the price for their betrayal, but the allies I'm talking about are not them, but the Mogu, who made a sacred alliance with the First Emperor Dazar ten thousand years ago!"
Rastakhan finally reacted at this moment. Zul's words reminded him of the records in the ancient scrolls.
More than ten thousand years ago, under the leadership of Emperor Lei Shen of the Mogu Empire, the Mogu Empire and the Zandalari Empire officially formed an alliance, and the two strongest power empires in Azeroth became allies.
Later, Lei Shen invited Zandalar to send troops to attack Uldum, but failed and died, and Zandalar also suffered considerable losses.
Because of Lei Shen's death, the various warlords of the Mogu Empire fell into a long-term civil war to seize power. The Pandaren contacted other slave races to launch an uprising and overthrew the Mogu Empire in one fell swoop.
The Zandalari Empire, in order to assist the Mogu remnants in restoring their power, once invaded the still unstable Pandaria region on a large scale. After the newborn Pandaren Empire repelled the Zandalari reinforcements, the Mogu race withdrew from the stage of history.
Later, the rise of the Night Elf Empire also led to the decline of the Zandalari Empire. Since then, the Mogu and Troll races have lost contact.
"Then my Prophet, what connection do the future of Zandalar and the fallen Mogu race have?"
The God-King, sitting on the throne, finally asked his first question of the day.
Facing the King's question, Zul was not as dismissive as he was towards the councilors. He respectfully bowed and said, "Your Majesty, when the First Emperor Dazar and Lei Shen formed an alliance, both sides were using each other. However, I learned from the ancient scrolls that Lei Shen and the First Emperor Dazar had an even deeper transaction, that is, Lei Shen gave his greatest secret to King Dazar: Lei Shen could revive his soul after his death!"
That's right, Lei Shen gave the means to revive himself to the Zandalari trolls!
Perhaps he didn't dare to share this secret with his own people because he was afraid that if he died, the Mogu race would fall into the quagmire of infighting again and would not bother to revive him.
As long as Lei Shen's power was still valuable to the Zandalari trolls, these so-called allies would fulfill their alliance and revive him.
From the scrolls, Zul learned that the First Emperor Dazar had also agreed to Lei Shen's request, that if he died unexpectedly, the Zandalari trolls would be responsible for reviving Lei Shen.
The scrolls even detailed the steps to revive Lei Shen.
Now Zul revealed everything and presented sufficient evidence, forcing the councilors to shut their mouths and stop questioning.
"Your Majesty, I hope you can send the Golden Fleet to search for that lost continent in the South Sea, for the Zandalari Empire, for our people!"
"Your Majesty, the Golden Fleet is the cornerstone of our Zandalar's foothold in the Great Sea. They deter the goblin and human navies. How can they be easily mobilized to search for the illusory Pandaria!"
"You must know, my Prophet, there is no so-called continent in the southern sea."
The Zanchuli councilors jumped out again, trying to stop the Prophet's plan. Having long been dissatisfied with Zul's position, they sensed the estrangement between the Prophet and the God-King and saw it as the best time to suppress the Prophet!
If the God-King handed over the navy to the Prophet, wouldn't that be the same as expanding the Prophet's power? What the hell would they be doing then!
Although Zandalar's army and air force are very strong, with the assistance of various Loa's dinosaur descendants, their strongest force is still the navy, the Golden Fleet!
You must know that Zandalar has become an island nation since the cataclysm in ancient times, and their navigation technology has been lit up for more than 10,000 years.
Even now, Zandalar's shipping and shipbuilding technology is still the strongest in Azeroth.
Even Kul Tiras is willing to admit defeat. After all, human history is only more than 2,000 years old, and Kul Tiras has only been established for more than 1,000 years.
The reason why the Zandalari Golden Fleet is not as famous as the Kul Tiras navy is because it is affected by the population and cannot build ships and recruit navies without limit!
And what is the current state of Zandalar's shipping strength?
In the original timeline, Deathwing launched the Cataclysm, causing Zandalar Island to be submerged, and the Zandalari trolls built ships and went to sea under Zul's guidance.
After the Cataclysm ended, the sea receded, and they returned to Zandalar to rebuild their homes.
Just imagine, Zandalar mobilizing the power of the whole country to build ships and transport an entire country to sea to avoid disaster, only Zandalar can do this operation.
Of course, this excludes the Origin Heart fleet under Galen's command.
That guy is purely cheating. He builds ships faster than the Zandalari trolls, so he can't be judged by normal standards.
Faced with the obstruction of these councilors, the Dark Prophet was furious. He was wholeheartedly devoted to the revival of Zandalar, but these short-sighted fools were always tripping him up, which was truly annoying!
Taking a deep breath, the Prophet revealed his reliance: "That's because Pandaria is shrouded in mysterious mists. I obtained a magical artifact called the Pandaria Pearl from the naga, which can guide our fleet to find Pandaria!"
Rastakhan pondered for a moment, forcing himself to think.
As a king, controlling the balance of various factions within the country was an essential skill for him. Therefore, he made his decision: "Prophet, I will allocate one hundred warships and two hundred transport ships from the Golden Fleet, which you will be responsible for using to find a new home on Pandaria."
Before the other councilors could object, the God-King spoke again: "As for those disrespectful Amani and Gurubashi, I will also punish them."
"General Lak'kra, you will lead a portion of the fleet to punish Stranglethorn Vale, making sure they understand who is the master of the trolls."
"Also, General Zakajz, bring your people to assist my army. Whether you can enter the Zanchuli Council depends on your performance this time!"
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
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K'harzool withdrew his thoughts. As Zul's confidant, he was angered by the obstruction of the Zanchuli councilors, but his position was not high enough to speak out in that situation.
The only thing he could do was to complete the task assigned to him by the Prophet and use facts to prove the correctness of the Prophet's decision!
"Let's begin, everyone, please help me!"
K'harzool raised the Pandaria Pearl in his hand high, and the trolls behind him cooperated with him to channel magic into the pearl!
The Pandaria Pearl began to flicker with light, and the colors on its surface swirled together, forming a rapidly rotating giant vortex.
As the leader of the ritual, K'harzool found that he could no longer open his eyes, so he closed them.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by silver-gray mist. The pearl in his hand was also gone. He was shocked. That was the most important item for this trip!
Just as he was about to scream, the silver-gray mist on his body began to dissipate.
He looked down and saw continuous mountains on the ground, verdant pastures, and dense forests.
Then the scene changed again, focusing down on a bustling town, full of pandaren, peddling goods and living their daily lives.
Pandaren!
The pandaren recorded in the ancient scrolls of the empire, they once drove the Zandalari army out of Pandaria!
The vision continued to move.
On the towering snow-capped slopes, he finally saw traces of the mogu!
That's right, this fantasy guides to the location of Pandaria!
The Prophet is right!
This continent really exists, right in the mist!
K'harzool withdrew from the fantasy. The Pandaria Pearl was constantly flashing, the colors on it swirled again, and like a vortex, it floated towards the direction of the mist!
"Order the fleet to sail towards the mist! Our destination is in the mist!"
Led by the flagship, this Zandalari Golden Fleet sailed into the mist.
Half an hour after the fleet sailed, a huge sound of artillery fire came from the fleet!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
K'harzool only felt the flagship he was on shaking!
"Jalakk, what's going on!"
Jalakk hurriedly ran over, his eyes full of Scarlet color: "High Priest, this mist is strange, I feel that the anger in my body is about to get out of control!"
K'harzool was shocked and instantly understood that this was the strange mist mentioned by Prophet Zul!
Just now, the mind-controlled troll sailors were manipulating the warships to bombard each other!
"Kill!"
On the periphery of the deck, two trolls actually began to kill each other. A sailor stabbed the golden spear in his hand into the abdomen of another troll sailor, and the guy who was stabbed, as if he couldn't feel the pain, backhanded and broke open the other's chest.
Hiss!
The taste of blood kept stimulating the nerves of the War God Jalakk. Just as he was about to go berserk, K'harzool took out a huge totem from his waist and inserted it into the floor. The totem emitted a blue light, and Jalakk's reason instantly returned. The two sailors who were killing each other also returned to normal and began to scream in pain.
"Go, bring the purification totem to every ship, be quick, we must control our losses!"
"As you command! High Priest!"
War God Jalakk is indeed the top warrior among the Zandalari trolls. He picked up the purification totem and made a heroic leap directly onto another warship from the flagship.
He almost landed close to the side of the ship. Several troll navy soldiers rushed towards him with Scarlet eyes. The troll War God raised his hand and dropped his palm, knocking them all unconscious in less than a round, and then shrouded them with the light of the purification totem.
"Zandalari warriors, don't be swayed by your emotions. Once you feel that you can't control yourself, immediately pray to the Loa gods you believe in, and ask for their protection. As for those clansmen whose minds have been controlled, please knock them unconscious immediately and wait for rescue!!"
K'harzool's voice spread throughout the entire fleet with the sea breeze, and a large number of Zandalari navy soldiers were still kneeling on the deck to pray.
After all, they were the elite Zandalari navy. With the protection of the Loa's divine power, coupled with some means of physical purification, the Golden Fleet quickly returned to normal temporarily.
"Speed up through the mist, we can't withstand the second wave of strange power!"
The navy soldiers were also full of fear of the cold mist, and faithfully carried out the priest's order, and the entire fleet accelerated its speed.
Soon, they saw the light ahead, and then they rushed out of the mist-shrouded sea area,
Finally!
The navy soldiers sighed in their hearts, they finally crossed the damn mist!
A ray of sunshine shone on the deck, bringing warmth and courage to the trolls.
In the distance, there was a steep cliff, and there seemed to be a huge building complex on the cliff.
Pandaria, Kun-Lai Summit!
They found it!
The Prophet is right!