Seeing that even Zul was skeptical, Zuluhed showed his ugly side. "Useless fool! You call yourself a prophet? Even Drek'Thar, who knows only a few Orc divination tricks, is better than you."
Thrall, still practicing his punches in Durnholde, gave that a thumbs-down and declared, "Zuluhed, you will never understand the power of a prophet."
Zul had no idea who Drek'Thar was, but the sight of Zuluhed clinging so desperately to life pleased him greatly.
Zul had originally thought Princess Talanji had found a servant with both a strong mind and great power to keep him in check. Now it seemed this down-and-out foreign greenskin was not so difficult to handle.
"Calm down, Zuluhed. Do not let fear and cowardice conquer you."
"Shut up, old dog. You're about to die too."
Hum!
The black mist dispersed instantly, and the gray haze on Talanji's face and arms transformed into lightning-shaped torrents.
Blue-white light protected the entire warship, and cannonballs exploded one after another against the barrier of lightning.
"Rezan, king of the gods, grant me your power!"
Deep-blue currents shot from Talanji's eyes. With lightning gathered in both hands, she looked like the Thunder King himself!
"Yang? Professor Yang!"
This was the true, real-life Lord of Lightning.
Talanji had gained the recognition of the king of the gods. Far away in Zuldazar, the divine king willingly transformed his own power into the power of faith and bestowed it upon her.
The currents around Talanji stretched outward and connected, crackling all the while.
She still looked rather unpracticed.
Zul nodded in satisfaction, drew a long dagger from his waist, and stood guard beside Talanji.
Zuluhed also wiped the panic from his face and prepared calmly for battle.
Jaina touched the bridge of her nose and looked toward Rhonin.
Rhonin nodded and raised