The conversation between Blake and Zul lasted for a long time. After talking about the business, the two shared with each other their views on fate as prophets and some "prophecy tips".

Except that the two of them can really predict the future, the content of their conversation is basically the same as a meeting of street con artists to share their deception techniques. In short, it sounds very mysterious.

But the two of them chatted very happily.

In the afternoon, the old troll Zul reluctantly said goodbye and left.

As the prestigious dynasty prophet of the Golden Dynasty, Zul held an important position in the court. He had to assist King Rastakhan in handling many government affairs, and his status was equivalent to that of an important minister like the prime minister.

Especially with the recent turmoil on Zandalar Island, being able to take some time out of his busy schedule to meet with Black already represents the importance he attaches to the Pirate Prophet.

But if you are absent from work for a long time, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble in Zuldazar's court, which has many powerful forces.

Watching Zul wear a hood and leave on a pterodactyl under the escort of several troll soldiers who were also disguised but looked extremely elite at first glance, Blake took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth and made a plan

After a few minutes, an Akunda priest was sent to invite Warwick, the snake-man prophet.

"I have found reinforcements for you to attack the territory of the Faithless Empire."

The pirate didn't waste any time and said directly to the snake prophet:

"Within two days at most, the Zandalar Dynasty's golden fleet will meet you at the Temple of the Devout. I have already discussed the course of the war with the leaders of the trolls.

In addition to the Zandalari's golden fleet that will attack the docks and territorial waters of the Faithless Snakemen from the sea, the military guards stationed at the border between Nazmir Jungle and Vol'dun will also advance into the Snake Canyon in the north of the desert at the same time."

Blake took out a Wharton map, drew two red arrows on it, and warned the snake-man prophet whose eyes were getting brighter:

"You need to send out reliable snake guides to guide the troll army in the direction of progress. At the same time, you must activate your internal agents lurking among the faithless snake people to cause as much destruction and chaos as possible to create conditions for the trolls to attack."

"I understand! The devout snake people will definitely do their best to provide the best guidance and cooperation, and we will definitely take back the temple of the mysterious mistress!"

As soon as the Snake Prophet heard that the Troll Guards and the Golden Fleet were joining this war, he immediately became beaming and elated.

The Golden Dynasty's military guards can be regarded as top-notch elite troops in the entire Azeroth, not to mention the Golden Fleet, which is a powerful force that can compete with the Kul Tiras fleet.

With such elite help, the devout Snake Man can definitely overthrow the increasingly crazier and unbelieving Emperor Kotek in one fell swoop!

That guy has gone crazy. It is asking the snake slave masters to sacrifice their precious slaves to the dark creatures under the desert. This is enough to make it lose the support of the big snake slave masters.

The foundation of the existence of the Faithless Empire has been shaken.

"There are also foxes and ancestor turtles."

Blake put away the map and reminded:

"The foxes will elect their own queen at tonight's bonfire meeting, and my Captain Eudora will definitely be easily elected with her absolute financial strength and leadership.

I have already instructed her to join this war between the snake-men. Although the fox-men are less effective in combat, they are very rich and can provide you with enough weapons and various materials to stabilize the country after the war.

As for the usefulness of the Ancestral Turtle, I don’t need to say more. Those who live next to the Snake Empire have always hated the cruelty and greed of the unfaithful.

The entire power of Wharton will join this battle, and I also helped you convince Akunda and his good friend Jibur to help you on the battlefield.

I feel that this battle is already a sure thing, so I won’t participate.

In order to enhance your confidence, I also asked the dark prophet Zul to predict the outcome of this battle. The old troll told me that you will be victorious, and you, my friend Warwick, will lead

All snake people returned to the true faith of the mysterious mistress.

This is exactly what I predicted for you."

The pirate said to Warwick who kept spitting out snake messages:

"So, go ahead and do it boldly, I have seen your victory!

However, the defeat of the Faithless Empire will herald the reshuffle of the various forces in the Volton Desert. I hope that the future of this desert can be controlled by the snakemen, foxes and ancestor turtles together."

"I see."

The old snake man heard the implication of Black's words, but he had no objection to this arrangement. The Wolton Desert is large enough to accommodate the three races living together.

However, the snake-man Warwick, who was full of confidence after receiving the predictions of victory from the two prophets, also had one final worry.

He spit out the snake letter, shook his tail that splashed lightning, and whispered to Blake:

"What about the dark thing beneath the ruins of Atuaman? Are we just going to sit back and do nothing about it?"

"Don't worry about it."

The pirate waved his hand and said:

"That thing is part of the huge shadow of Zandalari. It will be resurrected, but it will not stay in Vol'dun. It will return to the darkness where it was born.

My friends and I will completely eliminate it and its dark master in the cradle of corruption once and for all. In this way, this island that has given birth to countless miracles will return to a peaceful era."

"You want to deal with Misrakus and his fallen master yourself?"

After hearing Blake's words, the originally worried Snake Man Prophet suddenly relaxed.

As an old snakeman who had stayed in Tol Barad for more than a year and had personally experienced the Battle of Dalaran, Prophet Warwick had no doubt about Black's magic and power.

If the pirate hadn't still maintained an ordinary human form, Warwick would have thought that he was a demigod walking in the secular world.

If he says it can be done, it can be done!

He said don't worry about it, so there is no need to worry at all.

In short, after receiving Black's assurance, the old snake man swept away the haze in his heart, strode out of the Akunda Temple, summoned his followers, mounted their pterodactyls and headed towards the Temple of the Devout.

Fly back.

They don't have much time, they must immediately start preparing for a counterattack against the faithless snake people. This will be the last chance to save a fallen race from the quagmire of faithlessness.

In the name of the mysterious mistress, this battle can only be won, not lost! This battle will not be lost. After all, the two most famous prophets in Azeroth have predicted victory for the pious snakemen.

When this news spreads, the morale of the devout snake people will be as high as ever, while the unbelieving ones will be crushed spiritually.

Well, is this the true use of prophetic prophecies?

Black rubbed his chin and watched the snake people leave. He actually did not ask Zul to prophesy the war for the snake people. His own victory prophecy was just a casual one.

But this is not a lie. The combination of snakemen, trolls, foxes and ancestor turtles, plus two powerful Loa gods to help fight, let alone a small empire of the Faithless, even if it directly attacks Zuldazar

, facing the army of the Golden Dynasty, they are all capable of fighting.

Such a sure-fire battle situation does not require any prediction at all, just push it all the way and it's over.

"Commander Krasis is awakening under the ruins of the desert. The guy named Misraks the Deconstructor is the most powerful void creature I have ever seen.

Once it revives, its corrupted power will sweep across the entire Vol'dun, and even the entire Zuldazar."

Behind Blake, Maiev, who had returned from a "field trip" to the ruins of Atuaman, appeared in the shadows and said in a serious and worried tone:

"I think we still need to prepare in advance."

"I am ready, my Maiev."

Blake shook his head and said to Maiev:

"Pack up your things. After the foxmen's bonfire meeting tonight, we will set off to Nazmir Jungle, where we will challenge Misrakis and its fallen master who will wake up in a few days.

We need to get to the root of the problem, and we need to enter the sealed city of Uldir before the fallen monster causes a series of problems.

When it foresees that its master G'huun is in danger of being purified, it will drop everything it is doing and rush back, and then step into the trap we have prepared for it.

Letting the enemy advance at our pace is the best way to solve the problem.

However, the jungle of Nazmir is not safe now. G'huun's followers are active everywhere, and a Loa completely infected by it rules the night sky of the jungle.

Before we go to Odile, we must get rid of it first."

The pirate glanced at Maiev and said:

"So, we are going to hunt a loa tonight, are you excited?"

"Since being captured by you, I have hunted down Kazzak, the Deceiver, Camsos, and even witnessed the power of the fallen titan Aggramar."

Maiev rubbed her blade with her hand armor, and as sparks flew from the edge of the blade, she said in a tone that said in a languid tone:

"Now you suddenly tell me that I'm going to hunt a loa, it feels so boring."

"Then you'd better be careful. It's not okay to treat hunting with such arrogance."

The pirate grinned and reminded:

"The Night Lord Sirik who is infected by G'huun is far more dangerous than the ordinary Loa demigod. You will know it when you see what it looks like. By the way, I can use it to show you G'huun's peculiar power.

Fallen power.

It is weaker than the real Old God in terms of absolute strength, but in terms of its destructive power to the world, En'zoth and Yogg-Saron combined are not worthy of carrying its shoes.

It must be said that the Corruptor's choice to open G'huun's seal at this time was indeed a good move.

If we hadn’t gained enough reputation with the Titan Guardian system in the world of Draenor and could summon them to help in the battle, this scene would have been very difficult for me.”

"Tsk, tsk, little master, what you said is like saying, 'The enemy is very strong and powerful, but fortunately I am more powerful than him.' It's so shameless."

Xal'atath's voice sounded the next moment, and said to the pirate with a hint of teasing:

"You are really good at self-promotion. If I didn't know that you really have this ability, even I would think that you are trying to flatter yourself."

"Well, I don't care what you think, my dear Xal'atath."

Blake grinned, stretched again, and watched the little foxes outside the Akunda Temple busy preparing for the bonfire party in the evening.
To be continued...