stonecrandall 304【Return to ancient times】
304【Return to ancient times】
In ancient times, Azeroth was a single, beautiful continent surrounded by the boundless endless sea.
Its beauty is due to the Titans who brought order to the world countless thousands of years ago.
They defeated the Old Gods who corrupted Azeroth, defeated their elemental servants, created earth spirits, mechanical gnomes and other creations, built mountains on this land, dug deep ravines, and guided water flow.
When order was established and nature took shape, each beautiful species appeared on this harmonious continent.
When the Dark Trolls chose to settle near the Well of Eternity, under the influence of the Well, they evolved into the night elves closely connected with Azeroth, and eventually developed into a particularly powerful empire, with their footprints gradually spreading across the continent. Every corner of the place feels its magnificence and is named
Kalimdor.
It means the place where the stars shine forever.
The night elf empire rose, but the ancient trolls fell with it.
After awakening Jixix, the war that broke out between the Aqir tribe he summoned ended in victory, but it depleted the strength of the troll family and caused several of the most powerful tribes to travel to various parts of the world. To capture the lands Zandalari had promised them.
The Zul Empire, which was established by the major tribes uniting together in this war, became a flash in the pan. It reached its golden peak as soon as it appeared. However, it went downhill after the war, and it was a pity that it could never regain its glory.
The Zul Empire exists in name only.
The only ones left entrenched in the mountains that are regarded as sacred places are the Zandalari tribe who named them after their tribal names, and their magnificent but unappreciated temple city capital, Zuldazar. .A temple city built around one of the three seals that the Titans created against G'huun, the void creation experiment, which is the third seal.After the blood plague broke out, due to the invasion of the blood trolls, the first generation leader of the Zandalari, the talented and ambitious Daza, led his people to leave Zul Nazman, the birthplace of the race, and established a new city here.
As time passed, Queen Azshara in the north led the night elves to continuously expand their territory, expanding the territory of the night elf empire to almost include the entire Kalimdor. Along the way, friction with the trolls was inevitable. .
Friction accumulated into conflicts, which led to armed conflicts that gradually escalated in scale. A war finally broke out between the two huge empires.
This is the first large-scale war in the history of Azeroth in which both sides are mortal races.
But the outcome of the war goes without saying.
The night elves, who had mastered magic, had the absolute upper hand and defeated the Zul Empire without any suspense.
Trolls all over the world were pinned to the edge. The Zandalari tribe, the most powerful among them, could only retreat into the Zandalari mountains, leaning against the solid walls of Zuldazar. Under the glory of the world, we cling to our disabilities and cling to our last breath.
There is no troll who doesn't want to come out of the mountains and once again roam the land occupied by the night elves as they once did.
Northeast of Zuldazar, on a resplendent altar, an extremely tall and imposing troll, wearing gold and silver, knelt on one knee in front of a Devilsaur statue and called softly: "Lezan, please give me your Wisdom, help me clear the fog of the road ahead."
Lezan, a unique spirit of nature, one of the many wild demigods in Azeroth, the most powerful descendant of the mother of the devil dragon, the loa god who protects all the troll kings. It has an immortal form and has existed for a long time. How many thousands of years.
Daza, the first leader of Zandalari, signed a pact with him.
The leader of the Zandalari tribe, the leader of the Zul Empire, will serve him for generations from now on. In exchange, Raizan will give them part of his power, allowing them to receive the power of Loa. The strength is infinite and the courage never fails.
"Lezan, please give me yours"
This particularly tall troll kept repeating, while the priests around him lit the magic incense that had been prepared, placed a number of tributes on the tribute plate, and recited prayers.
Under the influence of the voodoo spell, the mist slowly evaporated and gradually enveloped the altar. The statue of the Devilsaur actually came to life, looking down at the King of Zandalar who was groveling before him.
"Why did you call me?"
Lezan did not speak, but his rich voice resounded in the Troll King's mind.
The Troll King bowed his head and said: "I need strength to defeat the night elves who are pressing every step of the way."
Lezan closed his eyes and shook his head.
"I promised your ancestors that the bloodline of the Zandala tribe would continue and that you and others would live forever. But I have already fulfilled my promise and gave you the power to resist foreign enemies. You must know that respecting nature and the wilderness is important. The night elves added are not Loa's enemies. What you really need is not the power of Loa's gods, but the people from all over the world in the distance, the Amani, the Drakkari, and the Gurubashi."
Lezan's slowly opened eyes flashed with the light of wisdom.
"The Zul Empire is just a castle in the air, and its decline is a foregone conclusion. King of Zandalar, your ambitions are too great."
The Troll King stared at the ground and remained silent.
Lezan shook his head again, "I have already learned of your plan. I also know that you are here for this and are eager to get my guidance."
The Troll King nodded noncommittally.
"This attempt will open the door to the unknown world for you. It will bring new power into Zandalar."
The troll king frowned and asked: "Is it worth trying, and is it dangerous?"
Lezan looked at him quietly. After a long time, his voice sounded again: "You have already made your decision, so why bother asking me about strength? It has always been a double-edged sword. As the king of Zandalar, there is no People understand the nature of power better than you. It is not the power itself that brings danger, but the unknown behind the power. I do not hate arcana, it is also one of the original forces intertwined into the physical world of Azeroth. You than Your ancestors were all cautious, but when it comes to creating a new era with unparalleled courage, excessive caution is tantamount to cowardice. Go ahead, follow your heart, and try bravely."
"Thank you, Rezan."
The troll king saluted respectfully, bid farewell to Lezan, nodded to the surrounding priests, walked out of the altar, mounted the waiting pterodactyl, and flew away with a group of guards.
During the war with the Night Elf Empire, they captured a group of mages who claimed to be from the court of Prince Faroldis.
Through torture and torture, they gradually obtained enough information from the teeth of these hard bones about the powerful magic that the night elves called arcane, which was completely superior to voodoo spells and defeated the trolls step by step. information.
It's a pity that few trolls can understand such obscure things, let alone master such weapons and use them in return.
Although the era of tribal council rule has long since ended, and the Zandalari tribe, which is closest to the Loa god, is in such an awkward period, the Zandalar tribe, which nominally leads the Zul Empire but is actually alone, There is still a group of weak tribes that participate in "empire" affairs in the form of tribal councils.
Under the threat of the night elves, the Zandalar tribe's plan was unanimously recognized by all tribes.
In the known system, the force of nature represented by Loa, the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind, as well as the death represented by Bwonsamdi, the Loa god of death, together constitute the organic whole of this world.
But the recent wars have made all far-sighted trolls realize their backwardness. The world is not as simple as they thought. At least they know that arcana is one of the components of the world.
The reason why the night elves have been victorious in many battles is entirely due to their mastery of power that the trolls have never mastered. It is entirely due to their knowledge of the world, which far exceeds that of the relatively primitive trolls.
The Zandalari tribe believes that under a controlled environment, combining the arcane magic and voodoo of those captured by the night elves, and with the help of the Loa, it may be possible to reveal the nature of the world to some extent. At least it can give trolls a better understanding of the world.
Contact with the unknown may bring disaster, but it may also bring opportunities to the trolls to change their decline.Courage is the most indispensable quality in this era where we must move forward with determination.
Soon after, in Zuldazar, a voodoo ritual began involving the chief priests of the major Loa gods.A group of night elf captives were forced to dedicate their last magic. After the magic was exhausted, their own vitality would also become the energy supply for this voodoo spell until it was exhausted and turned into bones.
At the same time, beyond the boundless boundary, there is a place that no matter how wise a mortal may never be able to glimpse in his lifetime.
This place is independent of the world, transcending the tangible and the intangible. The turbulent flow of time intertwines here into an endless vortex.
The world always has possibilities of one kind or another, and countless choices happen every day.And every individual choice may give birth to a completely different future.
And here is where the vast possibilities and billions of futures gather.It is the starting point and end point of time, as well as every process, everything now, all the past, and the fragments of the future, all clearly presented, messy and chaotic, and massive information scenes are staged in the whirlpool, and then dissipated in the blink of an eye. invisible
No living being can read so many fragments.
Physical creatures in the endless world can never understand its existence.Because no matter how efficient language is, it cannot support and describe infinite time with finite words.
perhaps
Even the word time originally had no meaning.It is just a pretentious life form, imitating its own life that will eventually return to dust, to measure the scale of the universe.
A tall and thin blood elf with a corner of his robe broken off was floating lifelessly in the whirlpool, his eyes closed, and he no longer knew how many years he had spent here.
Next to him lay an extremely large bronze dragon, covered with beautiful yellow scales and wrapped in a layer of vague quicksand.
From time to time, the bronze dragon used its claws to fiddle with the blood elf's head, or sweep it back and forth between its two huge front paws like a cat playing with a yarn ball.
Sweep here, sweep away
He had been trapped here for an unknown amount of time, so long that he couldn't remember the way back.So playing with this little blood elf that "visited" not long ago became the best way to relieve boredom.
Suddenly, a certain fragment in the whirlpool was frozen, and the time presented was more lasting and clearer than other passing clouds.
This woke up the huge bronze dragon.
The bronze dragon looked at the fragment, and soon the light of hope flashed in his eyes. He stood up and tried to push through the messy timeline and enter the only clear "fragment".
It's a pity that he is too big, and his behavior is like a round orange cat trying to get into a small mouse hole.
The bronze dragon sighed sadly, gave up the useless attempt, and turned to look at the blood elf. Although his eyes were full of reluctance, he still poked the blood elf with his tail.
For a moment, the blood elf didn't move.
After two attempts, the blood elf still didn't move.
The bronze dragon blew out two streams of white smoke from its nostrils. It seemed a little angry. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. He simply wrapped his tail around the blood elf and threw the blood elf in before the fragment disappeared.
go you
The blood elf disappeared into the fragment and turned into a small point of light falling rapidly towards that beautiful continent.
The bronze dragon sat in the void and patted its two front paws with satisfaction.But then his expression froze, because he saw that due to the fierce friction with the air, fire appeared on the surface of the blood elf, like a meteorite, flying across the sky and smashing into a temple complex. Pyramid city.
The bronze dragon covered his eyes with his front paws, deciding not to watch this tragic scene.
But after a while, he couldn't bear his curiosity. He spread his paws slightly and glanced at the screen.
In the blurry fragment like a canvas, the "meat bomb meteorite" landed heavily, causing a huge explosion. Buildings collapsed one after another, and even a nearby mountain was cut in half.
bang
The bronze dragon opened its mouth and simulated the sound of the blood elf landing.