The shadow beneath his feet loomed menacingly, and First Emperor Dazar was momentarily stunned, lost in thought.
Anachronos wore a triumphant smile, while Thrall uttered countless obscure syllables.
The crimson pyramid was shrouded in a misty haze, where countless spirits loomed, their cries and howls echoing Thrall's incantations.
At the top of the pyramid, a blood-red portal appeared.
A colossal figure appeared in the portal, resembling a Dragon. Anachronos, standing nearby, looked at Thrall with a strange expression and a puzzled expression.
Thrall continued chanting the incantation, and the cries of the Restless Souls on the pyramids grew louder and louder, as if welcoming the arrival of a great being.
Anachronos examined the shadow within the portal and shouted a warning:
"Thrall, stop the summoning! There's something wrong with the spell; he's not the Imonar the Soulhunter."
But Thrall showed no sign of stopping; instead, his incantations grew even louder.
The arrival of an unknown being in Azeroth could only bring unpredictable disasters. Anachronos wanted to stop it, but dared not offend Thrall, and was caught in a dilemma.
Just as Anachronos hesitated, Dasa grabbed the shadow beneath his feet and threw it onto Anachronos.
The menacing shadows spread rapidly, tightly binding the Bronze Dragonflight.
Anachronos's expression instantly became complicated. Unable to escape the shadow's clutches, he struggled to raise his hand and said to Thrall, "Your target is me, isn't it?"
Thrall's spell ended, and the dark shadow successfully descended from within the portal, slowly approaching Anachronos, preparing to possess his body and take his place.
Thrall grinned maliciously:
"What makes you think my target for revenge is Dasa, just because he treated me that way? You're a hopeless fool. There are no grudges in this world, only the exchange of interests. I hope you learn your lesson in death."
Grudges, cause and effect, morality—none of that matters.
In the presence of a true king, nothing in this world is taken for granted.
Anachronos sighed deeply, his expression extremely solemn, and slowly opened his palm; it held a golden Hourglass.
The Hourglass shattered with a clatter, countless golden specks of light drifting and scattering, converging in the distance to reform into a Bronze Dragonflight. Anachronos's soul escaped his body, entering a new one, taking one last look at his familiar form, flapping his wings, and flying away.
Dark shadows descended, possessing Anachronos's Dragon body, shrouding its entire form in utter darkness, and unleashing a piercing roar.
Thrall said humbly, "Great Infernal Lord Grosse, are you satisfied with this Dragon's body? In the Azeroth, Dragons are among the most powerful creatures."
He betrayed Anachronos to please the Harbinger, since the body of the First Emperor Dazar was unlikely to satisfy Harbinger.
The Dragon hidden in the shadows emitted a neutral voice:
"Thrall, your spell worked perfectly. Grosse has been defeated, and I have taken his place in answering your call. Thank you very much for bestowing upon me this robust Dragon body."
Thrall cautiously took a step back and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
"Twilight Dragon, Ultraxion."
It was an unfamiliar name, but Thrall knew the origins of the Twilight Dragons. They were creations of Deathwing, improvements made to dragons, with the aim of breaking free from the Titans' control over the Dragons.
Thrall quickly hid behind Elemental Lords Morchok and said softly, "I have no grudge against Deathwing, we are not enemies, and I would be happy to be friends with Twilight Dragon."
Ultraxion flew into the air. "Thrall, thank you for helping me arrive. Let us part ways here." With that, he flapped his wings and flew away.
Thrall's face was grim. He had thought he would gain a powerful ally, but now even Anachronos had escaped, leaving him feeling helpless.
But the mission commanded by the Emissary could not be ignored, Thrall steeled himself and said, "Azeroth awaits our salvation; we must complete this mission."
First Emperor Dazar coldly said, "Thrall, you know what I'm asking for!"
Thrall nodded helplessly. "I will beg the Emissary to help you regain your lost memories, but don't forget, there are some lines you'd better not cross."
Dasa said softly, "More than ten thousand years have passed, what is there for me to hold onto? The past is but a fleeting memory, merely a cherished recollection in my heart."
Beneath the pyramid stands a dark Portal that leads directly to the Hour of Twilight.
Thrall retreated to the very back, and declared with righteous indignation:
"For the sake of Azeroth, everyone must Consecration their share. It is time to show your loyalty to Azeroth, warriors, advance!"
First Emperor Dazar stared directly at Thrall, shooting out two eerie beams of light. "Great Savior, as you wish."
Thrall's eyes glazed over for a moment.
"What did you do to Thrall?" Hagara asked warily.
Mulgore stepped forward and whispered:
"Do not disturb Dasa. This magic is extremely mentally taxing. It requires weaving a false illusion to make Thrall believe that the mission is complete. If you forcibly stop it, you will have to fight the Twilight's Hammer cultists in real life, and you may all die."
Hagara the Stormbinder and Morchok the Elemental Lords, neither of whom had any loyalty to Thrall, were naturally happy to see this scene unfold.
Hagara had her doubts. Although she didn't know much about illusion magic, she knew that she needed to have a good understanding of the real world to create illusions that were indistinguishable from reality.
Could it be that Dasa had already colluded with the Twilight's Hammer?
In the illusion, Thrall saw several people file into the Portal. Hagara and Morchok both had complex expressions of helplessness and a sense of obligation, Mulgore was expressionless, and Dasa was incredibly confident.
After a while, based on the Enslavement Scroll, it was determined that Hagara, Morchok, and Mulgore all safe. Thrall realized there was no ambush inside and calmly slipped into the Portal.
Just as the intelligence indicated, the Hour of Twilight is a cold world, with fiery red clouds shrouding the sky, a Tranquility covered in pristine white snow, and countless Dragon skeletons visible on the ground.
In the distance, there stands a tall building that looks very out of place in the open wilderness.
That was the Wyrmrest Temple, now occupied by the Twilight's Hammer.
First Emperor Dazar floated in mid-air, his robes fluttering, guiding a powerful spell.
Mulgore said in a low voice:
"Behold, the Invincible Legion of the Ancient Zandalari Empire, sweeping across Azeroth, is about to emerge. It will be the most glorious era, one in which even the Old Gods dare not oppose the Zandalar. It will be the greatest era ever, with the Titan Keepers as their slaves, Odyn prostrating himself before the throne. The Zandalari Empire will be infinitely glorious."
A golden Portal opened, and the sound of ancient war drums resounded.
The Portal was incredibly wide, like a dam.
With a deafening roar, a golden torrent burst forth from the Portal. Thrall's first sight was of countless golden Golems, each over a hundred meters tall, with the largest of them even larger Golem the Wyrmrest Temple.
What followed was the Loa Legion, tens of thousands of Loa in animal forms, even the weakest of whom was a hundred times stronger than the Loa of Kings Rezan.
In this terrifying torrent of gold, the Wyrmrest Temple was instantly submerged.