"Why the last emperor?" Hagara the Stormbinder, asked curiously. Her interests extended beyond magic to include history as well.
Mulgore said with a mysterious expression:
"The history of the Trolls is very long. Some ancient texts describe that the Trolls appeared before the Titans. The reign of First Emperor Dazar was approximately 16,000 years ago. Long before Dasa, the Trolls established countless dynasties and experienced numerous unifications and divisions. Dasa is called the first emperor because there are large gaps in his historical record. He is the oldest Troll emperor we know of, but certainly not the first."
Hagara nodded thoughtfully, while Thrall, standing beside him, said disdainfully, "Trolls are nothing but a bunch of stupid monkeys. What use are they besides being food for the Orcs?"
Mulgore immediately retorted, "My Savior, look at the Golems within the King's Rest. The golems of Dalaran Golem far inferior. The Troll Empire is extremely powerful. First Emperor Dazar once said that they once rode on the Blue Child and communicated directly with the Elune."
"So what?" Thrall retorted, clearly annoyed.
"The Draenei were able to traverse distant galaxies, yet they were nearly wiped out by us Orcs. The more advanced our technology, the weaker our race. That's why I oppose Garrosh establishing the Iron Horde. Aside from our military might, everything else is just empty show and will only weaken our courage, ultimately leading to our slaughter like the Draenei."
Mulgore paused for a moment. Mulgore could give a thousand reasons for the Draenei's tragedy, but the main reason was the Prophet Velen's stupidity.
However, Mulgore said nothing, but the Elemental Lords Morchok unusually chimed in:
"The Draenei's misery stems from their inability to learn from their mistakes. Prophet Velen committed such a grave error that he is a sinner to the Draenei and should have long ago committed suicide in shame. Yet, he remains the great leader of the Draenei, never realizing his error."
Thrall nodded and said, "That's right. As long as Velen continues to be the leader of the Draenei, they are destined to be nothing more than food for the Orcs, a lowly and inferior race."
When the group entered the tomb of the First Emperor, what they saw was not a coffin and burial objects, but a huge throne and Golden Soul more than five meters tall with its eyes closed in deep thought.
Mulgore was secretly surprised; the First Emperor Dazar seemed somewhat different from before.
"You have finally arrived; the Wheel of Destiny foretold this day." The Golden Soul of Dasa opened its eyes. "My old friend Mulgore, you have brought true Destiny."
Mulgore frowned slightly.
While mystification and exaggeration are essential skills for emperors, they must be backed by real strength. Boasting in front of those more powerful than oneself will only bring shame upon oneself.
Take the Prophet Velen, for example. He usually calls himself Prophet, but he couldn't even foresee the Draenei being slaughtered by the Orcs, and has long since become a laughing stock among the emperors.
Thrall was very unhappy. Dasa's aura was too strong, forcefully Pain Suppression him. Thrall, feeling superior because he had many powerful warriors around him, arrogantly shouted:
"A stupid Troll dares to be so insolent. Kneel down and lick my toes, or I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."
Dasa opened his eyes and took a closer look at Thrall.
Bang!
Thrall's legs exploded below the knees, and he collapsed to the ground in agony.
"How dare you harm the great Savior! You plotted to destroy Azeroth!" Thrall shouted, nearly fainting from the pain.
"Kill him, Trolls will be wiped out of Azeroth because of your insolence."
Hagara the Stormbinder, Morchok the Elemental Lords, Mulgore Goldenhoof were all ready for battle. First Emperor Dazar, however, calmly said:
"The Zandalari Empire is incredibly wealthy, and I have many treasured toys; it's time to bring them out and use them." First Emperor Dazar stared at Hagara, whose entire body was wreathed in Gale.
"Little Orcs girl, your ability to control the wind is amazing. Look what this is!"
A golden bead appeared above Dasa's head, and Hagara felt the wind disappear from her hands; she could no longer sense the active wind element.
"This is the Wind-Settling Pearl; wind is forbidden here," Dasa said sternly.
Hagara's expression changed drastically. Her magic was too unbalanced; apart from controlling the wind element, her other magic types were mediocre and useless in a battle of this level.
The Elemental Lords Morchok regained his massive form and strode towards the throne, intending to crush Dasa along with the throne. Dasa then produced a small mirror, from which a beam of dark light shone:
"Exile me, I won't allow you to destroy my room."
The powerful Elemental Lords was banished and unable to move.
Mulgore was an old friend of Dasa's, and although he was enslaved by Thrall and had to obey orders, he knew how to circumvent them.
Mulgore clenched his fists and, with all his might, pounded Dasa with punch after punch. To a spirit creature, such an attack was meaningless.
Now Thrall can only rely on Anachronos.
Dasa said imposingly, "Son of Nozdormu, I believe your wisdom is as great as your strength. Fortunately, I was prepared."
Two enormous velociraptor spirits appeared beside Dasa: "Perhaps you are worthy to play with my pets."
Anachronos roared angrily:
"You are too arrogant, First Emperor Dazar. Although I don't know that period of history or what you went through, you are making a mistake right now."
Dasa smiled and shook his head, saying:
"Naive son of Nozdormu, haven't you grasped the situation yet?"
Dasa's eyes widened again as Thrall's right arm exploded, turning into a bloody pulp.
Thrall let out a scream, Dasa confidently asked:
"Do you have any way to stop me? Thrall, son of Nozdormu, what terrible fate awaits you if you die here? How will Elune, punish you? Perhaps the entire Bronze Dragonflight will be wiped out, and you will suffer a fate worse than death."
Anachronos had transformed into human form, turned deathly pale. Thrall was Elune's chosen Savior, destined to become the Beast Emperor.
If Thrall were to die here, Anachronos's fate would be incredibly tragic.
"Come, son of Nozdormu, kneel before me."
Dasa commanded in a kingly tone, and no one knew what magic Dasa used, but countless tiny insects crawled out of Thrall's wound, constantly tearing at his flesh.
Overwhelmed by immense pain and torment, Thrall finally succumbed and pleaded hastily:
"Spare me! I was wrong! Trolls and Orcs are good friends. My most trusted subordinate's name is Vol'jin. Spare me, Emperor Dazar! I'm willing to be your servant!"
Dasa ignored Thrall's pleas and simply stared at Anachronos.
Anachronos bit his lip hard, finally kneeling on the ground in despair.
Dasa chuckled and said, "That's right. Even your father, Nozdormu, once submitted to the powerful Zandalar emperor. The Bronze Dragonflight were originally court slaves of the Zandalari Empire."
Mulgore, still swinging his fist forcefully, curled his lip; Dasa's Emperor skill was too powerful.
Then, Dasa stepped down from the throne and said in a low voice:
"Thrall, remember, our relationship is purely cooperative. I have no intention of taking a filthy Orcs as a slave; that would be beneath the dignity of a king."
The ground cracked open, and a huge golden coffin appeared.
"It's time to return to the physical body," Dasa said expectantly.