The Caverns of Time.
Thrall tumbled out of the End Time, landing face-first in the mud. When he looked up, he saw a fully grown Bronze Dragonflight lying before him— Anachronos, son of Nozdormu.
Recalling the torment and suffering he endured at the End Time, Thrall felt a wave of fear and anger surge through him. He roared furiously:
"Anachronos, you actually betrayed the great Savior! If I hadn't been so powerful that I annihilated all the enemies with a single punch and ended the End Time, I really wouldn't be able to come back. How dare you deceive the great Savior! You must be destroyed!"
Anachronos remained expressionless as someone kicked Thrall hard from Thrall.
"Get up, Thrall. I know everything that happened at the End Time."
Thrall quickly got up, revealing a fawning smile as he looked at the Emissary ingratiatingly.
The Emissary messenger, beaming with pride, said, "Thrall, congratulations on receiving the legacy of the Unique Beast."
Thrall scratched his head sheepishly. The Beast Emperor had given him his only inheritance, which was to make Thrall aware of his Destiny: he was to become the future Beast Emperor.
But remembering that the Beast Emperor was merely Elune's experiment, Thrall's expression turned grim.
Seeing Thrall's strange expression, the Emissary said calmly:
"Don't worry, you're different from the Unique Beast. This Timeline is the main Timeline of Azeroth, and also the true location of the Elune. Experiments in other Timelines are to ensure that this Timeline is foolproof."
"Will I become the great Beast Emperor?" Thrall asked uncertainly, after all, the Beast Emperor's achievements far surpassed Thrall's.
The Emissary said solemnly, "Elune has spared no effort in helping the Unique Beast, which is why she has achieved such great success. Do you really think she is capable? It is precisely because the Unique Beast's growth has been too smooth that her character has not been tempered, which is why she is destined to fail in the future."
Thrall breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought of the trials and tribulations made his face turn pale.
The Emissary said unhappily, "Thrall, no one can achieve success easily. The great Elune has already planned the path to becoming the Beast Emperor for you. All you need to do is try your best to complete it and never let Elune down."
"I'll try my best." Thrall grinned, but inwardly he was filled with anxiety.
The Emissary narrowed his eyes slightly. "Thrall, the first task Elune, has given you is to delve into the Hour of Twilight and seize an important treasure, crucial to your growth."
"What is the Hour of Twilight?" Thrall asked.
Anachronos, standing behind him, explained:
"The Hour of Twilight are a fragmented timeline. In a parallel timeline, the Wyrmrest Temple was incubated by the Old Gods and taken over by the Twilight's Hammer cultists of our Timeline. Their leader is none other than Archbishop Benedictus, whom you are familiar with."
Thrall paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "I could shatter the Azeroth with one hand. I wonder if I'm a match for Benedictus."
The Emissary shook his head and said solemnly, "A true leader's strength lies not in their own power, but in their noble personal charisma, which enables them to restrain excellent subordinates. You are the Savior of Azeroth, enjoying extremely high honor. You only need to raise your arm and call, and countless cannon fodder will surely flock to you."
Thrall's face contorted with rage as he snarled, "Cannon fodder is useless. I need real powerhouses to serve me. Damn it, they won't listen to me."
The powerful figures of Azeroth have different access to information than ordinary people, so they certainly wouldn't be deceived by Thrall 'Savior lies.
The Emissary chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I've already found the real Elites for you."
Thrall was overjoyed, but then doubts arose.
Great deeds like saving Azeroth, which bring both fame and fortune, are always highly sought after, and how could noble figures possibly pass up the opportunity to reap the benefits?
As expected, Thrall guessed correctly, the Emissary messenger whispered:
"The Alliance and the Horde will each send two Elites, led by Medivh's son Med'an, a total of five saviors to assist you in completing your mission."
The mere thought of the Beast Emperor instantly turned Thrall into a bitter enemy of Med'an, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Benedictus could defeat Med'an with one hand; he's nothing but a useless piece of trash."
Ignoring Thrall's comment, the divine messenger continued, "The Alliance has sent Boatis, the number one paladin in Azeroth, and Soft Gear, the chief archmage of Dalaran."
Thrall sensed something was wrong and cautiously asked, "Why have I never heard of them before?"
The Emissary glanced at Thrall with disdain:
"Boathis stood atop Blackrock Mountain and shattered Ironforge with a single blow; Softgear, though a female Gnome, used her size-enlarging spell to crush Stormwind City with a single stomp."
Thrall was baffled, since Ironforge and Stormwind City were still perfectly fine.
Anachronos said tactfully:
"That's something that's destined to happen in the future. Although Boathis can't even beat a Murloc right now, he's the brother-in-law of Alpha, the powerful Grand Duke of Stormwind City; and the Gnome mage Softgear hasn't learned Fireball yet, but her relationship with High Tinker Mekkatorque is special."
Thrall felt dizzy; what kind of teammates were these?
The Emissary said calmly, "The Horde has sent the Invincible giant Orcs Deriks Hellscream, Azeroth Windrunner, the strongest Stealth in Forsaken."
Upon hearing the surname "Grommash Hellscream," Thrall jumped up in anger. "Another disgrace to the Grommash Hellscream family! My party refuses to have any Warsong Clan Orcs."
"Savior, there is no need to worry," Anachronos said.
"Deriks Hellscream is the son of Warchief Garrosh, but he hasn't been born yet. Well, I doubt his mother was born either. Aphrodite Windrunner is the daughter of Sylvanas and the Blightcaller; the technical challenges of having children among the Forsaken haven't been solved yet."
Garrosh and Sylvanas were actually fighting for the glory of saving Azeroth for their unborn children, Thrall speechless for a moment.
Including Med'an, these five teammates were all there to gain glory, so naturally they wouldn't do the dirty work. Besides, the two from the Horde hadn't even been born yet, so they couldn't be relied on at all.
Thrall said helplessly:
"I need true masters, hidden behind the scenes, selfless and Consecration, complete idiots."
The Emissary handed Thrall a list. "This list contains the true masters you need. Anachronos will help you gain their loyalty."
Thrall glanced at the names on the list and nodded. The strength of the powerful individuals on the list was beyond question, but gaining their loyalty would be difficult.
Risking one's life, yet still wanting to "disappear after the deed is done, concealing one's identity and name," and "make wedding clothes for others"—who would accept such an unreasonable request?
The Emissary sighed inwardly, shook his head, and said, "Thrall, I see surrender on your face. You have disappointed me greatly. Very well, these things are yours."
The Emissary handed over a stack of talismans painted with milky-white Runes.
This is the most ingenious enslavement spell, personally drawn by the Elune. Anyone who signs their name on it will become Dragon Aspects 'Thrall Servant.
Thrall immediately beamed with joy, his confidence soaring.