The ability to build a green manor in the desert is not only due to the wealth of gold, but also to the depth of magic, demonstrating the owner's profound understanding of magic.
Yeh'kinya led the way, and the scenery along the way was breathtaking. Beautiful women from various ethnic groups, dressed in revealing clothing, were either frolicking in the forest or playing in the river.
The fit female Tauren, the slender female Undead, the female Orcs with sharp fangs, and the petite female Goblin all showcased the master's unique aesthetic sense.
Thrall met a female Orcs ranked among the top ten in Azeroth who had once rejected Garrosh before he became Warchief, yet had become one of Yeh'kinya's collectibles, which made Thrall feel a little jealous.
Yeh'kinya ignored Thrall and humbly flattered First Emperor Dazar all the way. Although Dasa did not reveal his identity, Yeh'kinya was captivated by his natural kingly aura.
Inside a golden pavilion, everyone took their seats. Yeh'kinya insisted that Dasa take the seat of honor, and Dasa did not refuse, naturally sitting in the main seat.
A beautiful Tuskarr maiden served tea. Dasa took a sip and said with emotion, "Along this journey, I've witnessed the miserable lives of the Trolls. What disappointed me most was the numbness on their faces; they seem to have lost all hope for life. Fortunately, I met you, Yeh'kinya. In you, I see hope for the Troll race's revival, which is truly rare."
Yeh'kinya was flattered and said sadly, "I tried my best for this, but unfortunately I failed. I've recently started to believe in Destiny. Is it really impossible for the Troll to be revived?"
Dasa said coldly, "Yeh'kinya, remember, never lose hope. You know, during the Trolls' most difficult days, I always held onto this belief. Let bygones be bygones. Thrall brought a treasure that might be helpful to our cause."
Thrall was in a very bad mood. He felt completely ignored and reluctantly took out the Blade of the Black Empire. Yeh'kinya's eyes widened instantly.
"Could this be true? The Xal'atath, Blade of the Black Empire, I once searched for it desperately, only to hear it was sealed by the Twilight's Hammer, so I had to give up. If only I had had this weapon back then, perhaps the Blood God Hakkar wouldn't have refused it."
A voice echoed from within the Blade of the Black Empire:
"I sensed your unwavering determination. You bear the scent of the Blood God Hakkar, Yeh'kinya. Perhaps it would be better if I called you by another name, the Hexxer Jin'do."
Yeh'kinya's expression changed drastically. After the fall of Zul'Gurub, this secret was now known only to him. But he quickly came to terms with it; it was perfectly normal for an Old Gods to see through his identity.
Thrall revealed an expression of realization; who would have thought that the true mastermind would always enjoy a luxurious life that others could only dream of?
"Honorable Old Gods Xal'atath, the Troll race needs your guidance."
Yeh'kinya knelt devoutly on the ground. He was a sorcerer and a Priest, and he had an extraordinary respect for the gods.
A joyful sound emanated from within the Blade of the Black Empire:
"This is the proper attitude to show to a god, Yeh'kinya. You have won my favor, but I also see the hesitation in your heart. You are worried that those ancient legends are true, and you fear the return of the Black Empire to Azeroth."
Yeh'kinya calls himself an archaeologist and has extensive knowledge of ancient Troll civilization.
Numerous unearthed ruins indicate that the Trolls enslaved by Xal'atath lived a far more miserable life than in modern times; it was an indescribable dark period.
Yeh'kinya bit her lip and looked up at Dasa.
Dasa said nonchalantly, "The Old Gods can hardly regain their power, just as the Black Empire cannot be rebuilt. We are all pitiful creatures abandoned by the times."
A disdainful voice echoed from the Blade of the Black Empire:
"You underestimate a god. The defeat of Azeroth is nothing. I still wield immense power, far surpassing Y'Shaarj. Of course, I will not repeat the mistakes of the past. Yeh'kinya, I can offer you guidance."
Yeh'kinya was overjoyed.
This means that Xal'atath's presence in Azeroth is merely an avatar; his true form remains hidden in the Void. While it's impossible to pray for his true form to descend upon Azeroth, receiving guidance is still beneficial.
The Blade of the Black Empire hesitated for a long time, then said with some helplessness:
"Even a god cannot change the stubbornness in a person's heart, just like Dasa's father. I once tried to enlighten him, but he turned a deaf ear."
Dasa immediately perked up his ears to listen. The history of the Gem of Greed was very ancient, existing many years before Dasa's birth. The memory of the destruction of the Ancient Zandalari Empire had been erased by the Elune, so perhaps the Gem of Greed could be spared.
Unfortunately, the Blade of the Black Empire did not bring up the past again, and whispered:
"Poor Yeh'kinya, I can only tell you that seeking divine help is a mistake. Only when you understand this will I give you further guidance."
Yeh'kinya's expression was full of struggle. For many years, he had believed that only by summoning powerful beings like Hakkar the Soulflayer could the Troll race be revived.
This idea had long been deeply ingrained in his mind.
Thrall finally couldn't hold back any longer and stood up in dissatisfaction:
"Yeh'kinya, you're a fool! Let me tell you the only way for the Trolls to revive. Elune, told me that the ancient Zandalari Empire once possessed a terrible weapon capable of wiping out most of Azeroth's life. Destroy the existing Order, and with their terrifying reproductive ability, the tenacious Trolls will soon cover the land and once again become the masters of this world."
Yeh'kinya looked at Thrall in surprise. "I don't understand, why would you have such a thought?"
Thrall coldly explained, "Azeroth's voice is limited, and it's already been seized by the Alliance and the Horde. Do you think defeating the Alliance and the Horde is easy?"
Yeh'kinya looked at the Blade of the Black Empire in surprise. "Respected Old Gods, is this true?"
A joyful sound emanated from the Blade of the Black Empire:
"Look at you, Hexxer Jin'do, this is the difference. What you lack is boundless ruthlessness. You've deceived many, but you're still not vicious enough. Indeed, if you obtain that weapon, the Troll will prosper again in less than a century."
Dasa frowned slightly. He didn't recall the Zandalari Empire possessing similar weapons. Had Elune erased all related memories?
At the same time, Dasa also understood Thrall's true purpose: it wasn't to unify the Troll, but to obtain that terrifying weapon.
Yeh'kinya remained silent for a long time, then finally gritted her teeth and made up her mind:
How can I obtain such a weapon?
The Blade of the Black Empire replied, "Go ask Hakkar the Soulflayer. You offered a generous sacrifice; although he refused to descend upon Azeroth, he shouldn't refuse this question."
The Hour of Twilight mini-world, the Wyrmrest Temple, and the Twilight's Hammer headquarters.
Robbie and Vanessa came to visit and told Thrall about his plans.
Archbishop Benedictus frowned, his gaze darting nervously back and forth.
Although he already knew that Thrall wanted the Blade of the Black Empire, he had a very bad feeling about what Thrall was really up to and what Elune, was planning.
"Perhaps, only by asking Xal'atath directly can we get the truth."
Robbie suggested.