Twilight's Hammer tried its best to resist, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
A figure bathed in Holy Light rose into the air; it was Archbishop Benedictus, who unleashed several Holy Light spears in succession, but unfortunately, they couldn't harm the Golem in the slightest.
Desperate, Benedictus used the Shadow power to summon a Void Orb the size of a house, and fought hard to defeat a Golem, but was then swallowed up by more Golems.
Having witnessed Benedictus's demise, Thrall chuckled coldly, "Benedictus was indeed secretly studying the Shadow power. His death brings me comfort."
Several towering Golems surrounded the Wyrmrest Temple, constantly inhaling. The Twilight's Hammer cultists hidden inside the temple were sucked into the air, struggling desperately before falling back down with cries of agony.
The battle lasted less than fifteen minutes before no more Twilight's Hammer cultists appeared. Golden Flames shot from the Golem's eyes, incinerating all the corpses.
First Emperor Dazar let out a roar, and the Invincible Golden Legion began to retreat, returning to the Portal.
The golden Portal slowly closed, and First Emperor Dazar, somewhat weary, landed back on the ground, his voice low and deep:
"The Wyrmrest Temple is devoid of any living creatures; all its mechanisms have been destroyed."
Thrall laughed heartily; this was much easier than planned.
"I love the feeling of crushing my enemies. It reminds me of the battles against the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Back then, King Terenas was as vulnerable as these Twilight's Hammer cultists. And the King of Silvermoon City, what Sunstrider, I beheaded him in a single round. Not to mention High Archmage Antonidas of Dalaran, he's a joke. I defeated him with a single finger and ate his brain."
Thrall entered the Wyrmrest Temple with an air of arrogance and boasting. It was clear that Thrall had made preparations and was quite familiar with the place. He went straight into Benedictus's room.
"The Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza is one of my mounts. I know the Wyrmrest Temple better than my own home; it's like a nobleman's stable. If I remember correctly, there's a Booty Bay vault here."
The spacious Booty Bay vault was not as magnificent as one might imagine, but rather filled with countless books. Thrall ignored these precious magic books and casually picked up a golden disc.
"Look at this little toy, the Demon Soul, the shackles the Dragonkin forged for themselves. Legendary Rhonin successfully destroyed the Demon Soul, but I've known that's a lie all along."
First Emperor Dazar's expression was grave. Could Thrall's goal be the Demon Soul?
Unexpectedly, Thrall set the Demon Soul aside:
"This thing is useless now. The Dragonkin are definitely not fools; I suspect they already have a way to deal with it. What I need is another treasure."
At the very back of the Booty Bay vault was a black box, originally bound by powerful magic, but unfortunately, this binding magic was destroyed by the Zandalar Golden Legion.
An ominous aura emanated from the box. Thrall gleefully opened it and took out a strangely shaped dagger.
"Haha, I've finally obtained it, the Xal'atath, Blade of the Black Empire, forged from the claws of Old Gods, within which the shattered will of the Fifth Old Gods, Xal'atath, slumbers."
"Is this really Xal'atath?" First Emperor Dazar asked in alarm, his expression perfectly timed, after all, Xal'atath was once a god of the Troll.
Thrall said grimly, "That's right. With this dagger, I can command all the Trolls and have the power to rival Garrosh. I will be the new emperor of the Trolls."
Over the course of tens of thousands of years, the Troll race has been scattered throughout Azeroth, forming countless groups with vastly different appearances and lifestyles, and has never achieved unification.
As one of the native races of Azeroth, the Trolls actually number quite a lot, far exceeding the Orcs of Orgrimmar.
First Emperor Dazar shook his head and said, "The Troll races are now independent, and there is no desire for unity in their blood. Even if you possess this dagger, you cannot command all the Trolls."
Thrall looked at Dasa with disdain:
"That's because you don't know how to use this dagger. Xal'atath's dark power allows all the Trolls to hear her whispers. Of course, this requires a series of complex operations, including helping Xal'atath regain her power. Even if you were First Emperor Dazar, you still wouldn't be able to unify the Trolls, even with this dagger."
Dasa's face turned pale. Although he hoped that the Trolls could be unified and form a vast empire, if they were ruled by the ambitious Thrall, it would be tantamount to the end of the Troll.
That represents countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with countless Trolls sacrificing their lives for Thrall's ambition.
Thrall, beaming with pride, fiddled with his dagger, then suddenly scratched his head, puzzled, and said:
"Strange, why haven't I received a response? Could the dagger have been switched?"
Thrall's eyes darted around. "Impossible. There's no safer place than the Hour of Twilight. I was clearly the chosen one, so why wasn't I recognized?"
Fearing he might reveal a weakness, First Emperor Dazar warned, "Perhaps Xal'atath has not yet regained his power and cannot communicate with you."
Thrall nodded in agreement.
"That's right, after all, she's been sealed away for far too long. You know, Dasa, from the first moment I saw you, I knew we were the same kind—equally ferocious, equally ruthless. We can cooperate. Later, I will unify Azeroth and become the Beast Emperor, and you will become the ruler of Outland."
Making empty promises is one way to win people's hearts, but Dasa, who is well-versed in the ways of emperors, naturally wouldn't take it to heart, and would only give a mysterious smile.
"Alright, let's leave this broken little world." Thrall brandished the dagger in his hand. "We still have a lot to do."
The group exited the Hour of Twilight and emerged from the Portal beneath the Crimson Pyramid.
In the real world, Thrall still had a dazed look in his eyes.
Dasa pulled a gleaming golden gem from his robes, immediately drawing everyone's attention. Even the well-informed Mulgore Goldenhoof wore a greedy expression.
"This is the Gem of Greed, created by a Loa skilled in deception and lies. It has no power of its own, but it can transform into whatever people desire. Moreover, it is alive and loves to talk; its flaw is that it is incessantly chattering and very noisy."
Dasa placed the Gem of Greed into Thrall's hand, where it transformed into the bizarrely shaped Blade of the Black Empire.
In the illusion, Thrall went black as he passed through the Portal. When his vision returned, he found several people around him greedily staring at the dagger in his hand.
"Don't even think about it. The Old Gods are extremely dangerous. Without the guidance of Elune, you will surely be bewitched by her."
Thrall watched the group warily. At that moment, a woman's voice came from the dagger:
"You pathetic, weakling! The Twilight Father doesn't dare use me because he understands the cost of failure. But you're different. We can do great things. Take me with you, and I'll help you for now..."
Hearing the sound of the dagger, Thrall was overjoyed.
"The dimensional barrier here is very thin and easily torn. Do you know what will happen when true shadow and Holy Light meet here?" the dagger spoke again.
Thrall shook his head blankly.
"Fools, you're all going to die! Get out of here now!"