First Emperor Dazar of Zandalar, was actually a Night Elf.
Robbie's mind raced with countless absurd thoughts, but he immediately realized something was wrong. After all, the Night Elf race appeared after the Zandalari Empire was established.
In the time of First Emperor Dazar, Azeroth did not yet have the Night Elf race.
Upon closer inspection of Dasa's appearance, one could see some differences from the Night Elves. For example, his features were more delicate, somewhat feminine, and he appeared slightly frail.
In the Night Elf race, both men and women have a resolute and strong face.
First Emperor Dazar covered his face and began to sob:
"You all saw my face, didn't you? Why does it bring up that painful memory, one that's so shattered yet impossible to forget?"
Vanessa's expression shifted, and she asked Murozond, who was standing beside her, "What exactly is going on?"
Murozond shrugged and said:
"The evolutionary trend of all living things is the same: they become more pleasing to the eye over time. The Trolls of today are ferocious in appearance; this is the result of divine intervention that goes against the laws of nature."
Robbie said doubtfully, "I remember that the trolls were originally the blood people of the ancient god Xalatath."
Murozond nodded and continued:
"The Old Gods typically used native creatures for modification. The trolls were Troll creatures living in the forests. Xal'atath helped them evolve and develop civilization. However, Xal'atath's desire for control was too strong, which violated the principle of diversity in the Old Gods' civilization. After Xal'atath was defeated, the Troll civilization was able to develop freely. The Golem technology and Soul Magic taught by Xal'atath became the cornerstone of the Trolls ' rise, and their appearance also changed."
Robbie asked in surprise, "Is this how they all look?"
Murozond sighed:
"This is what the Zandalar looked like after they established their empire, but what caused this change is a complete blank in my memory. This is the cruelest and darkest history. Elune, used every means to cover up the truth, almost erasing everyone's memories, not even the Dragon King was spared."
Robbie looked at this final witness, and First Emperor Dazar stopped weeping and shook his head:
"Don't ask me. My memories are fragmented. I don't know what happened. I only remember wearing a golden mask and leading my people, who had become monsters, out of their predicament."
Murozond stepped forward and asked, "Do you want to recover your erased memories?"
Dasa's eyes were filled with Steadfast: "I've dreamed of this, and that's one of the reasons I got close to Thrall."
"But this won't do," Blackhorn, who had been silent until now, smirked. "Thrall will definitely become suspicious."
Robbie smiled and said, "Changing the appearance of a soul is very easy for the Scourge."
Murozond added, "He has lost the Golden Soul and must possess a certain level of strength, otherwise he will definitely be abandoned by Thrall."
Robbie said casually, "That's easy too, just simple Undead creature modification."
"And what about all this treasure?"
Blackhorn said regretfully, "We can't move them all away."
Dasa said solemnly, "I will find a way. I will never leave the Wealth of the Zandalari Empire to the Orcs. When the Dark Ages are over, the Zandalari Empire will rise again with this Wealth."
"Atop Mount Mugamba, the King's Rest, the most sacred land in all of Zandalar."
Mulgore Goldenhoof hooves trod upon this sacred land, he couldn't help but utter words of praise, addressing Thrall behind him:
"This place is guarded by High Priest Yazma and her loyal followers. Yazma is a stubborn woman; if we force our way in, we will be making an enemy of the entire Zandalari Empire."
Thrall said viciously, "The mere Zandalari Trolls are just food for the Orcs. I've even devoured the Loa. How dare a lowly Priest act so arrogantly before me?"
Thrall led his men to break through, but a follower of the Spider God came to stop them. Thrall stepped forward, snapped his neck, and threw the body aside.
High Priest Yazma, upon hearing of the intruders and the killing of his loyal subordinates, turned ashen with rage and led a large group of his men to stop them.
Upon seeing Thrall in the crowd from afar, Yazma trembled with fear, almost losing his mind. Thrall was infamous among the Trolls.
In the distant Zul'Drak Empire, more than one Loa was captured and eaten by Thrall, Trolls had to do their best to cover up the truth.
"You useless piece of trash, get over here now!" Thrall provoked.
With a fawning smile, Yazma approached Thrall with trepidation and said obsequiously, "High Priest Yazma greets the great Savior Thrall."
Thrall glared at him. "A lowly Troll dares to call himself a high Priest? How presumptuous! We want to enter the King's Rest; take us there immediately."
Yazma said with difficulty, "The King's Rest is the final resting place of all monarchs throughout history, and even we are not qualified to enter it. Only monarchs who passed the test of the Golden Wind Serpent in life are qualified to be buried in the King's Rest after death, or they can be bribed with a large number of souls."
"I'd like to know what the test is," Thrall asked curiously.
Yazma whispered, "Endure the pain of the golden spit for five minutes. The pain will disappear as long as you cry out, but you will fail the test. Only a handful of kings have passed this test."
Thrall sneered:
"I am the great Savior, what kind of test haven't I experienced? These are just child's play for me. It's just that it's somewhat inappropriate for someone of my status to accept a test from a weak Wind Serpent."
Yazma remained silent with his head down. Mulgore asked, seemingly with a hidden meaning:
"I've heard that the Dark Prophet Zul has entered the King's Rest, and more than once."
Yazma's face paled, and he nodded helplessly, "Yes."
Thrall slapped Yazma across the face. "Even the lowly Zul can enter and King's Rest, why do you stand in my way, the great Savior? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Yazma, terrified, immediately knelt on the ground. "Great Savior Thrall, please hear my explanation! The Golden Wind Serpent has some connection with the Blood God G'huun. Zul brought a vial of Blood of G'huun, which grants him free access to the King's Rest."
Mulgore stepped forward and pressed, "Blood of G'huun isn't rare. You must have been prepared, right?"
Thrall kicked Yazma to the ground. "Give me everything now!"
Yazma was so aggrieved he almost cried, and could only order his subordinates to bring over a whole box of twenty-four vials of Blood of G'huun.
Holding the Blood of G'huun, Thrall and his party successfully entered the King's Rest. Smelling the blood, the Golden Wind Serpent lazily continued its slumber.
The Blood of G'huun proved to be incredibly useful; not only did the Golden Wind Serpent not obstruct them, but all the Golems and Constructs of the King's Rest also ignored the group.
Mulgore pointed at these Constructs and said, "Look at these complex creations. The Trolls once had a glorious civilization, but unfortunately they have become increasingly backward. If they continue to develop at this rate, they will probably degenerate into monkeys in the forest in a few thousand years."
Thrall coldly replied, "It won't be that long. In less than ten years, the Zandalari Trolls will be completely wiped out by the Orcs."
The group successfully arrived at the tomb where First Emperor Dazar was sleeping.
The stone tablet at the entrance is inscribed with a brief introduction to Dasa:
"Here lies in eternal rest— First Emperor Dazar. He led us to overcome the Blood Curse, bravely fought against the god of darkness, and single-handedly built our empire."
Mulgore said with a strange expression, "Dasa told me that he was not the First Emperor; it would be more appropriate to call him the Last Emperor."