Within the Argent Crusade, being qualified to report Tirion Fordring's whereabouts to the great Savior was certainly a high status, the general said "humbly":
"The great Tirion Fordring declared that the crisis they face is far more severe than any calamity Azeroth has ever experienced. If it is not stopped, the entire universe will be destroyed. Tirion Fordring has no choice but to rush to the front lines to save the universe."
That's equivalent to saying nothing at all.
Thrall stood up, grinning maliciously. "That insignificant Tirion Fordring dares to call himself great before me? How utterly presumptuous!"
Having said that, Thrall grabbed the general's head and twisted it off forcefully. Blood immediately gushed out. The remaining soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army were all terrified and knelt on the ground in fear and unease.
"The Argent Crusade is nothing but Orcs food; what right do they have to save the universe?"
Thrall, his face turning ashen with rage, first gathered his squad and then addressed Anachronos:
"Locate Tirion Fordring immediately and find him. I want him to know what terrible punishment awaits him for daring to refuse me; death will be merciful to him."
Anachronos began casting a spell, searching for Tirion Fordring's traces in historical images.
Amidst the endless turbulent flow of spacetime, all that could be seen was Tirion Fordring disappearing into the Portal, after which his whereabouts became impossible to pinpoint. Anachronos pondered for a long while, then whispered:
"Tirion Fordring is no longer in Azeroth, most likely in Outland. I cannot locate him; the Bronze Dragonflight's authority is limited to the Azeroth."
Morchok and Hagara exchanged a glance; this was good news. As long as they escaped to Outland, Anachronos would be unable to track them down.
"You're a complete incompetent piece of trash!" Thrall cursed, his viciousness fully revealed. "That damned idiot Tirion Fordring has no idea what an opportunity he's missed. If he had completed this mission, he could have achieved great success, his reputation would have soared, and he could have become a legend."
Anachronos said regretfully:
"Yes, as long as Tirion Fordring raises his arm, humanity will surely respond. Tirion Fordring will rally most of Azeroth's humanity to delve into the Hour of Twilight, filling this small world with flesh and blood. The Twilight's Hammer will inevitably be thrown into chaos, and we can take the opportunity to obtain what we want."
Thrall said coldly, "The responsibility of exterminating humanity rests on Tirion Fordring's shoulders, but unfortunately he didn't cherish it. He missed a golden opportunity and can only remain mediocre. Well, now that Tirion Fordring has escaped, we must find someone to replace him."
"Unfortunately, there are no substitutes on the roster." Anachronos was at a loss.
Thrall roared furiously, "Think of a way! Are you suggesting I go deep into the Hour of Twilight to my death? I am the great Savior! My safety is more important than Azeroth!"
Everyone was thinking.
Mulgore Goldenhoof, wearing a black leather armor that concealed his ominous black tentacles, subtly shifted his expression, as if speaking casually:
"I have a suitable candidate. During my slumber, I roamed the Shadowlands and met a great figure. We made a pact that whoever resurrected first would do everything in their power to assist the other in their resurrection. It seems I have been resurrected first."
Thrall asked with great interest, "Who did you make an appointment with?"
Mulgore respectfully stated, "He is Dasa, the first emperor of the Zandalari Empire. Zuldazar is named after him, and he now sleeps as a mummy in the Tomb of Kings."
Anachronos, now in human form, showed a surprised expression:
"So it was him. The history of the Zandalari Empire is very ancient, dating back to the time of the First Emperor Dazar. My power cannot trace it back. It is a dark history hidden in the mist. My father warned me many times never to pursue the truth, or I would meet with misfortune."
Mulgore rarely showed such caution. "Dasa never mentions that history. He only told me many times that Trolls were the most perfect creatures in Azeroth."
Thrall retorted, "Liar! Orcs are the most perfect creatures! Fine, let's head to the Tomb of Kings and resurrect this first emperor of Zandalar. With a single call from him, countless Trolls will respond, willing to serve as our cannon fodder. He can completely replace Tirion Fordring."
Mulgore and said:
"Dasa has already told me the method of resurrection. For thousands of years, all the kings, conquerors, or tyrants who have ruled the Zandalari Empire have slumbered in the King's Rest, and their souls have become nourishment for Dasa. Now, Dasa's soul is incredibly powerful, stronger than all the Loa. What we need to do is prepare one hundred and eight strong Trolls to serve as the bodies for Dasa's resurrection."
Thrall sneered, "That seems easy."
Mulgore shook his head. "It's extremely difficult. Before his death, Dasa revealed the secret to his most trusted Priest, making it an ancestral precept for the Priest family. Dasa was to devour the souls of 108 kings, after which the Priest's descendants would perform the resurrection ritual. However, a Prophet discovered Dasa's plot and, at the cost of his life, summoned a Golden Wind Serpent to guard the King's Rest. Even until the Priest family perished in the war, they never found a way to defeat the Golden Wind Serpent."
Thrall said angrily, "Making us fight a Wind Serpent? Dasa is utterly arrogant! Who does he think he is? Even the first emperor of Zandalar would have to become my slave."
Mulgore whispered, "The King's Rest contains countless treasures, enough to buy the entire Azeroth. Besides, Dasa has already told me the Golden Wind Serpent's weakness."
Anachronos added, "It's true. Every Zandalar king was buried with great honors, and some even took the entire Wealth of the empire as funerary goods. The Trolls ' poverty is largely due to their elaborate burial customs."
Upon hearing the word "treasure, "Thrall's eyes lit up:
"Haha, with this Wealth, I can reclaim Orgrimmar and personally twist Garrosh's head off. Very well, let's resurrect this First Emperor while we're at it."
Zuldazar is a land full of sunshine and greenery, but in the Atal'Dazar burial complex, one can always feel a chilling atmosphere.
This is the resting place of the kings of Zandalar throughout history. Coupled with the numerous human sacrifices and countless slaves buried alive, it has become a land of the dead. Even in broad daylight, many Restless Souls can be seen wandering around, telling visitors about their experiences.
Robbie, Vanessa, the Infinite Dragonlord Murozond, and the War Master Blackhorn set foot on this land.
This is a forbidden zone of the Zandalari Empire, where High Priest Yazma, a devotee of the Spider God, and her faithful followers guard the slumbering grounds of past kings.
Robbie did not disturb the Priest, but sneaked into the King's Rest.
Upon entering the King's Rest, Robbie detected countless Constructs, magical artifacts, Golems, and other creatures, making it seem even more heavily guarded than the Zandalari Empire's Royal Palace.
Blackhorn shrank his body as much as possible. His loyal shadow Servants issued a warning, Blackhorn said uneasily, "I think it's best not to disturb the late king's slumber. I sense danger."
Murozond confidently stated, "We will not leave the treasure to Thrall; we will make sure he weeps in his empty tomb. But you are right, the Zandalari Empire protects the dead far more than the living. Although their capital has fallen to enemies countless times, their tombs have never fallen."