Blackhorn argued vehemently, "If we defeat these Guards, wouldn't we be helping Thrall clear the road? I'm not doing that."
Murozond and said, "We won't be foolish enough to fight the Guards; there are better ways to infiltrate."
The King's Rest is guarded by countless Guards, many of whom are Golems with the ability to detect invisibility. Blackhorn shook his head timidly and said, "Are we supposed to infiltrate? I can't do it."
Robbie patted Blackhorn on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we've already thought of a plan."
In a corner of the Tomb of Kings, Robbie muttered incantations, and soon a black obelisk appeared, accompanied by a pitch-black Portal.
"Go in," Robbie ordered, and was the first to enter the Portal.
"What kind of magic is this?" Blackhorn asked, bewildered, and was the last to enter the Portal.
Inside the obelisk was a dark world, shrouded in shadows. The architecture was exactly the same as the Tomb of Kings, except that there were no Guards. Blackhorn felt a chilling aura and looked up to see a Faceless Ones more than ten meters tall staring at him.
Blackhorn shuddered in fright, Robbie reassured him, "Don't worry, they're our friends."
"Where is this place?" Blackhorn asked nervously.
"N'Zoth created the Black Empire based on the real world," Robbie explained simply. "He was an idealist who didn't want to disturb the real world, yet couldn't let go of his past, so he created this world, essentially a parallel universe."
The power of an Old Gods is beyond comprehension. Blackhorn looked around curiously, and followed the Faceless Ones forward.
The King's Rest is vast. Before the appearance of the Golden Wind Serpent, it was the resting place of all the Zandalar kings. After the appearance of the Golden Wind Serpent, only kings who successfully bribed the Golden Wind Serpent were qualified to have their coffins and burial goods placed there after their death.
Unqualified monarchs could only build their tombs outside, resulting in a growing number and complexity of structures, forming a burial complex even larger than Dazar'alor, the center of the empire.
The King's Rest contains a series of morgues, each containing the coffins of a monarch. Sadly, the burial goods are gone, and the stone doors of the rooms inscribe their achievements.
These massive stone morgues, which have remained incredibly sturdy for thousands of years, demonstrate the highly advanced architectural skills of the ancient Zandalari Empire.
"A dark and cruel period of history."
Murozond introduced in a low voice:
"First Emperor Dazar was ambitious and prepared a mausoleum for his descendants. There are a total of 999 mortuaries here, and 733 kings were successfully buried in the King's Rest Pavilion. Look, we are about to reach the Booty Bay Pavilion. Even on his deathbed, Dasa did not stop his greed for treasure and ordered the Constructs to move all the burial objects to the Booty Bay Pavilion."
The Booty Bay Vault is located deep underground within the King's Rest, in a natural cave that is larger than the entire King's Rest. It requires navigating heavily guarded secret Secret Passage with countless traps and mechanisms.
Journeying through the dark world, Robbie and his companions made their way unimpeded until they reached the Booty Bay Vault, Faceless Ones opened Portal to the real world.
Robbie used Holy Light to protect the four of them and they entered the real world.
Inside the enormous Booty Bay vault, countless jewels and precious artifacts shone brightly, illuminating everything as if it were daytime. Blackhorn rubbed his eyes, staring in astonishment at the mountain of treasures that stretched as far as the eye could see.
"This is too much." Blackhorn's eyes were glued to the gold, silver, and jade artifacts.
First Emperor Dazar was a meticulous ruler. Every burial item was marked with its date and origin, and these items reveal the rise and fall of the Zandalar civilization.
Ordinary civilizations always become more and more advanced, but the magical world controlled by gods is completely different; the rise and fall of civilizations depends on the whims of the gods.
Judging from the King's Rest, the most glorious era of the Zandalari Empire should be during the reign of First Emperor Dazar. He built such a massive King's Rest, capable of creating Construct with power comparable to Loa, and even the mummies of the kings were made by special Golems.
After the First Emperor Dazar, the world immediately entered an era of extreme decline, as if overnight it had fallen from a highly developed magical civilization to a Stone Age civilization. The burial objects of this period were mainly pottery jars, stone artifacts, and a small number of jade and lacquerware items.
As civilization gradually rose, bronze artifacts, iron weapons with antioxidant properties, and exquisite ceramics gradually appeared among burial goods.
Suddenly, the Troll civilization rose again, as if overnight they had gone from the backward Iron Age to a highly developed magical civilization. Their burial goods were mostly radiant Magic Gems, various exquisite magical equipment, and so on.
In its less than 20,000-year history, the Troll civilization rose and fell in waves, and some of its burial goods were incredibly absurd and laughable.
For example, in a certain absurd era, an art form called "the Breath of the Dying" became popular.
Emperors and nobles would spend over a decade nurturing an artist, providing him with exquisite food and a good education.
When he grew up, he was stripped naked and thrown into a paint bucket. His mouth and nose were then stuffed up, making him unable to breathe. He struggled on a huge papyrus, leaving traces of his struggle, which was called "near-death beauty."
This king left behind more than 10,000 paintings Breath of the Dying, and had them specially preserved to ensure they would not decay for thousands of years, but for posterity they are just a pile of useless papyrus.
"How are we going to move all this treasure?" Blackhorn asked curiously.
"A simple spell can do that." Robbie suddenly lowered his voice. "Someone's coming."
"A rat has broken into my treasure vault!"
Above the mountain of treasure floated a golden ghost more than five meters tall, its form resembling a Zandalari Trolls wearing a crown and a magnificent golden robe.
Upon closer inspection, his body was composed of countless souls, and one could see numb Troll faces with clearly discernible features.
"My Booty Bay vault is heavily guarded, how did you get in?" the golden ghost roared, staring at Robbie and his companions.
Murozond explained, "This is First Emperor Dazar, a monarch who cannot leave his own tomb but can freely travel between Azeroth and the Shadowlands."
Dasa glared at Murozond, then his expression softened:
"So it is the esteemed Dragon King. If you have taken a fancy to any of those treasures, please give the order, and I will present them to you with both hands immediately."
Blackhorn scratched his head. It turned out that even the Legendary First Emperor Dazar was an opportunist.
Murozond asked curiously, "The last witness of the Dark Ages Trolls, even if you've been resurrected, do you dare step out of this tomb? You know too much."
Dasa's Golden Soul trembled slightly, as if it had thought of something terrible:
"Your Dragon King, you are familiar with that era. I was forced into it, with no other choice. Whenever a king enters the King's Rest, I immediately devour their souls and learn their memories. The fact that the Troll has managed to survive is beyond my expectations."
Murozond sighed and asked, "So you really want to be resurrected? To step out of the King's Rest in flesh and blood—what is your purpose? Submission or resistance?"