Thrall and his companions hid in a secret villa near the City of the Sky.
This villa belonged to a high Priest of Zandalar. When Thrall and other distinguished guests from other races arrived, they had no choice but to give up the villa and the twelve beautiful Zandalar women they kept in the face of overwhelming power.
Thrall had hoped to remain hidden in the villa and observe the situation, waiting for Hakkar the Soulflayer to wreak havoc on the Zandalari Empire before leaving satisfied and venturing out to search for superweapons.
Unfortunately, Yeh'kinya sent several Priests and a large number of Zandalar mages to "friendly" invite Thrall and his companions to enter the City of the Sky.
Thrall, Hagara the Stormbinder, and Morchok the Elemental Lords were all invited, but Mulgore was out gathering information, successfully escaped.
"That bastard Yeh'kinya, he's going to make us pay."
Thrall roared in fury, for he understood the meaning behind Yeh'kinya's actions. In this era, with Hala the Soulflayer as his backer, Yeh'kinya was the most powerful person in Zandalar.
Even surpassing Emperor Ata.
Unfortunately, Thrall could not refuse and could only nervously follow the Priest into the City of the Sky, forced to participate in this conspiracy.
Thrall still had one last resort: the Hourglass of return was in his arms.
The only inexplicable thing is that Thrall's chosen hiding place was incredibly clever; this villa was a secretly built palace, unknown to outsiders. How did Yeh'kinya know about it?
Unless their own people betray them.
Mulgore returned with the news and learned that Thrall and the others had been taken away by Priests sent by Yeh'kinya. He breathed a long sigh of relief and whispered:
"Dasa, as you wished, Thrall and the others have gone to the City of the Sky."
First Emperor Dazar emerged from the shadows. "Thrall is a dangerous man. If Yeh'kinya doesn't keep him occupied, it's hard to guarantee he won't ruin my plans."
Mulgore gazed at the towering City of the Sky in the distance. "What are your plans?"
Dasa said solemnly, "My father sacrificed half of the Zandalar people to Hakkar the Soulflayer, but that's really nothing."
Mulgore chuckled and said, "That's right. With the Zandalar's remarkable reproductive ability, their population will recover in less than fifty years. They definitely won't be destroyed like in historical records."
"So Hakkar must have other schemes up his sleeve. If you were Hakkar, what would you do?" Dasa asked.
Mulgore quickly adopted Hakkar's role and laughed cruelly:
"Azeroth has such a rich diversity of life and countless delicious souls; how could I be satisfied with just a few tens of millions of Zandalar people?"
"That's exactly right," Dasa said painfully. "My father was caught up in it all, yet he was the most deceived one. Even if he understood, it wouldn't change anything."
"What are your plans to counter Hakkar?" Mulgore asked, puzzled.
Dasa's gaze turned north towards the City of the Sky, towards Nazmir, where the towering Titans structures, hidden in the mist, stood in Uldir, the Heart of Darkness.
"Blood God G'huun," Dasa whispered.
Mulgore and Dasa gazed northward together. "I remember you saying that G'huun was an enemy you fought against your entire life, and that it took great effort to reseal him."
Dasa nodded and said with a wry smile:
"I just never expected that I would be the one to release G'huun, Mulgore. I need your help. If we cooperate, we can definitely do it."
Mulgore's expression was somewhat strange:
"Speaking of releasing evil gods, I do have some experience."
Upon entering the City of the Sky, Thrall and his companions were imprisoned in a dark and sunless dungeon, where they were given coarse food every day, mainly rotten plant roots that were difficult to swallow.
Hagara the Stormbinder Morchok the Elemental Lords managed to survive, but Thrall couldn't. He was forced to abandon his Savior's dignity after only three days of hunger, finding the rotten prison food incredibly delicious. Unfortunately, the portions were too small; Thrall ate enough for three people and was still not full.
Hunger tormented Thrall, making him increasingly irritable, but it also helped him understand many things.
Finally, Yeh'kinya appeared outside the cell. He was wearing a noble Priest's robe, which was covered with Magic Gems, making him shine like a human torch. The diamond in his ring was over a meter in diameter, as dazzling as a small sun.
"Isn't this the great Savior Thrall?"
Yeh'kinya said sarcastically:
"You seem to be in good spirits. I've heard that all great people have to endure hardship to grow, and I'm happy to help you achieve that."
Thrall rushed towards the cell door. "Yeh'kinya, you should understand, I was betrayed. It must be Dasa. He colluded with the Mulgore to betray my whereabouts. They must have a plan."
Yeh'kinya chuckled, "I know the Ancient Zandalari Empire better than you do. Dasa must have conspired with the Mulgore to summon the Blood God G'huun in an attempt to fight against the powerful Soulflayer Hakkar."
"I will help you," Thrall pleaded. "I will definitely stop Dasa and Mulgore."
"Do you want to change history?" Yeh'kinya asked with a smile.
Thrall shook his head. "No one knows the true face of this history. As long as we stop G'huun's resurrection, even if it's only for a short time, Hakkar the Soulflayer can fulfill his wish. I'm willing to do it."
Yeh'kinya retorted sarcastically:
"Look at these lowly Orcs, the very culprits who shattered my dreams. Well then, Thrall, if you want the Zandalar superweapon, go to Nazmir, stop First Emperor Dazar, and prevent them from releasing the Blood God G'huun."
Thrall was extremely grateful and, with Yeh'kinya's help, was finally able to see the light of day again.
A few days later, Thrall and his two companions trudged through the muddy swamp.
Nazmir is shrouded in mist, and everywhere is a muddy swamp.
Hagara the Stormbinder attempted to use flight magic, but the power of the Blood God G'huun affected the surrounding magic, causing it to occasionally malfunction, Thrall nearly fell to his death.
The swamp is inhabited by many Zandalari Trolls who fled the oppressed Zandalari Empire and chose to endure hardship rather than accept the rule of Emperor Ata.
"That damned Yeh'kinya, he's just a despicable scoundrel, how could he possibly compare to my great Savior?" Thrall cursed Yeh'kinya incessantly throughout the journey.
Hagara, looking at the exhausted Thrall, suggested, "Perhaps we should rest for a bit and then continue our journey."
Thrall immediately collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, seemingly unwilling to get up.
"Yeh'kinya is using me, hoping I can stop G'huun, but I am the great Savior Thrall, and I am not subject to his manipulation. I will definitely disappoint him."
Morchok had remained silent until now, whispered, "I think Yeh'kinya anticipated that you would do this; this is precisely his intention."
Thrall glared fiercely at Morchok. He had expected this, but his exhaustion was genuine; he truly didn't want to move.
"You simply don't understand. To obtain a super weapon, you must summon the Blood God G'huun."
Seeing the two's puzzled expressions, Thrall said with a hint of smugness:
"Even if all races of Azeroth are destroyed, Emperor Ata wouldn't bat an eye; what he cares about most is his throne. Hakkar will probably maintain that bottom line, but Blood God G'huun is different. If G'huun escapes his seal and the Zandalar mutate into Blood Trolls, the monarchy that has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years will be challenged. Therefore, Emperor Ata will definitely use superweapons to destroy G'huun."