I know what you want to know.
Hakkar the Soulflayer, worthy of being a god, had already guessed Yeh'kinya's purpose.
There's no need to delve into Yeh'kinya's inner thoughts; all that's needed is to gather enough information, such as the origins of those present, their emotions, expressions, subtle details, and some rumors.
Given enough information, in sufficient detail, and analyzed correctly, one can make accurate judgments that approximate the truth. This is the secret of divine omniscience and omnipotence.
Hakkar's voice was somewhat erratic:
"Times have changed, Yeh'kinya. Even if I were to send an avatar into this world, it would come at a tremendous cost. The effort and the reward would be disproportionate, which is the real reason I refuse to descend. You, on the other hand, are just a mortal. You have seen and experienced it all, and that is enough for you."
A golden Hourglass floated out of Hakkar's mouth and slowly landed in front of Yeh'kinya.
"Go, this is the Time Beacon of that lost history, belonging to your companions, the era of First Emperor Dazar's father. He was the most noble mortal in that history, but the tragedy was not solely his fault. Go and witness it, experience it, and you can easily retrieve such a powerful weapon."
Then, Hakkar let out a series of eerie laughs that sent chills down everyone's spines.
"The lives of mortals are meaningless. So-called glorious and great dynasties are nothing more than withered flowers blooming on bones. Countless corpses piled up together to build the throne on the mountain, and false praise is just the last groan of the dead. When there are no more living people to sacrifice, the dynasty will collapse, and the once high and mighty royal family will eventually be reduced to lowly and ignorant slaves, despised and oppressed."
As Hakkar's figure faded, the eerie voice grew more distant. After the Blood Moon disappeared, Yeh'kinya rose from the ground, holding a golden Hourglass in her hand.
Dasa's eyes Fervor, as if he were gazing upon his own life, and he asked with intense emotion:
"Can we really go back?"
Thrall grinned maliciously, "Haha, the Bronze Dragonflight are just slaves of the Orcs. As long as we have the Time Beacon, we can return to that mysterious era, to the maddening Golden Legion. I'm so envious of them, they'll soon be mine."
Dasa chuckled inwardly. The Golden Legion was merely a figment of Thrall's imagination. Dasa's memories of that ancient, dark history had been erased, so how could he possibly summon the Golden Legion?
Mulgore Goldenhoof, Hagara the Stormbinder, and Elemental Lords Morchok all showed great interest; such an opportunity to personally experience a forgotten history across time is rare.
The group returned to the Caverns of Time. Anachronos carefully held the golden Hourglass, examined it closely, and nodded, saying:
"This is indeed Time Beacon belonging to the Zandalar Great Empire; I can send you there."
Having said that, Anachronos glanced cautiously at Thrall:
"I will give you a Time Beacon of this era. Simply turn the Hourglass over, and you can return. For well-known reasons, I will not be accompanying you this time."
Thrall coldly threatened, "Anachronos, son of Nozdormu, if you dare to betray us, I will slaughter all the Bronze Dragonflight of that era."
Anachronos shrank back and said cautiously, "No, we're friends."
"That's right, we've always been good friends," Thrall said with a sinister grin.
Anachronos gathered many adult Bronze Dragonflight and cast a spell on the platform at the center of the Caverns of Time. As the Time Beacon of the Zandalar Great Empire reversed, golden sand dripped continuously. When all the sand had fallen to the bottom, a golden Portal opened.
Countless sounds emanated from within the Portal, like millions of people clamoring, occasionally interspersed with loud praises, echoing for a long time.
Anachronos was secretly surprised; he had never encountered such a situation before.
Dasa couldn't wait any longer and was the first to enter the Portal.
Next came Yeh'kinya, eager to restore his kingdom; the indifferent Mulgore Goldenhoof; Hagara the Stormbinder; Morchok the Elemental Lords; Thrall was the last to enter the Portal.
A warm sea breeze caressed my face, and the azure ocean stretched out before me.
Dasa felt as if he were standing on a high platform, with golden stone slabs beneath his feet. The white jade railings were inlaid with Magic Gems the size of human heads, which shone brightly in the daylight.
A familiar feeling welled up in his heart, and the erased memories began to revive. Dasa couldn't help but raise his head, his heart filled with shock, as scene after scene from the past reappeared in his mind.
"Oh my god!"
Hagara the Stormbinder exclaimed in surprise, pointing to a row of gems inlaid on the railing. "These are the Sea Beast's Eye; a fist-sized one can sell for millions of gold coins."
Dasa pointed to the sky and said, "Look up."
Hagara the Stormbinder his head, and immediately felt a wave of dizziness.
A towering mountain stood before us. It was so tall that it resembled a giant pyramid, with only the part below the clouds visible. It was covered with palace-like buildings.
The people of Dasa were on a platform at the foot of the mountain, and compared to the mountain peak, they were so small that they were not even ants.
Mulgore scratched his head and asked, "I don't recall any mountains this high in Azeroth."
Dasa's memories gradually recounted, and he said aloud:
"This is not a mountain, but the most glorious achievement of the Zandalar Great Empire, the result of hundreds of thousands of years of effort, a crystallization of highly advanced magic and supreme wisdom. It is still under construction; it is the capital of the Zandalari Empire, the City of the Sky."
Elemental Lords Morchok strained to lift his head, still unable to see the top, and asked curiously, "How tall is this building?"
"Over 32,000 meters, covering an area of more than 10,000 Orgrimmars," Dasa replied.
Thirty thousand? Ten thousand Orgrimmar?
Morchok, now in human form, began counting on his fingers.
Thrall chuckled coldly, "I see. No wonder the Ancient Zandalari Empire possessed the formidable Golden Legion. Such a magnificent city—one can only imagine how advanced this era was."
A flash of white light appeared, and an old man in white robes appeared before them. His features were as delicate as those of a Night Elf, with fair skin, but he had a pair of not-so-sharp fangs. He wore gemstone rings on all ten fingers, had a kind face, and spoke in a strange language.
Although Thrall and the others couldn't understand what the old man meant, they sensed his kindness.
First Emperor Dazar stepped forward and conversed fluently with the old man.
After Robbie's modifications, Dasa's appearance was completely different, resembling a modern Zandalari Trolls. The old man didn't recognize Dasa as one of his own kind at all.
Dasa turned to Thrall and the others and explained, "This is a Priest from the Zandalari Empire. He invited us to stay at the inn."
Thrall asked curiously, "Does this guy have fangs Night Elf?"
Dasa shook his head. "No, he's Zandalari Trolls."
"Damn it, do you think I'm blind?" Thrall retorted angrily.
"Times have changed, Thrall. Even the appearance of races changes." Dasa, unwilling to elaborate, explained in Common:
"My father is very hospitable, especially welcoming to people of our strange appearance. Yes, I will soon see my father, the great Emperor Ata."