"What if the Zandalar superweapon doesn't exist at all?" Hagara the Stormbinder tentatively asked.
In recent days, Hagara has repeatedly questioned the strength of the Zandalari Empire and the authenticity of the City of the Sky.
She clearly felt the wind flowing freely in the sky City of the Sky Heaven, unrestrained, as if she were not encountering a building that was 32,000 meters tall.
Many aspects of magic cannot be explained by common sense. Perhaps the Zandalari Empire has a way to prevent the City of the Sky from affecting the trajectory of the wind, which is why Hagara cannot make up his mind.
Thrall's face immediately fell. If superweapons didn't exist, what was the point of all the suffering he had endured after venturing into this era?
"Hakkar is a god, albeit an evil one, but he shouldn't deceive us, perhaps." Thrall's confidence seemed to waver somewhat.
"Blood God G'huun," Morchok reminded him.
Thrall's eyes lit up immediately:
"Haha, just as I thought. As long as we control the Blood God G'huun, it's like obtaining a super weapon. Without further ado, let's act immediately."
Thrall was in high spirits, feeling motivated, and his fatigue didn't seem so bad anymore. He shouted:
"Morchok, carry me forward, for Azeroth."
Morchok wanted to slap himself; he really shouldn't have spoken up.
Heart of Darkness, Uldir.
After a long and arduous journey, the exhausted and muddy Dasa and Mulgore stood at the entrance to Uldir, gazing up at this great Titans Ruins.
This is an ancient Titans laboratory, an extremely dangerous prison. Although its initial purpose was good, it has bred countless monsters, including the Blood God G'huun.
Looking at the thick stone gate and the clearly visible Titans symbols, Dasa said sarcastically:
"It's truly fascinating that no one in this era understands Uldir, let alone can break its seal. Uldir's internal structure, its defensive system, and the knowledge about G'huun all come from the Blood Trolls of our time. Without our arrival, the Zandalar could not have broken the seal."
Mulgore hesitated:
"I've been thinking about something. Hakkar the Soulflayer is, after all, a god. Wouldn't he have anticipated that we would release G'huun? The journey has been too smooth; this isn't normal."
"Perhaps Hakkar doesn't even consider G'huun a threat."
Dasa hesitated, his confidence Steadfast. He took a deep breath and rallied, "Since we're here, we'll see it through to the end, no turning back. Let's begin."
Uldir is heavily fortified, with powerful Constructs built by the Titans defending against invaders; even the mighty N'Zoth heralds could not break through them.
Dasa and Mulgore cannot force their way into Uldir.
The only way is to become a follower of G'huun, cooperate with this Old Gods created by the Titans, and break the seal with the help of G'huun's own power.
G'huun's blood power had long since seeped into the Blood Marsh, and for countless years it had been waiting for the right person to help it escape this dark prison.
However, helping G'huun escape the seal is no easy task. It requires extensive knowledge and magical reserves, as well as a sufficient understanding of the principles of magic. Even the most skilled mages in Zandalar could not do it.
First Emperor Dazar Mulgore Goldenhoof, after all, had lived for countless years, witnessed the rise and fall of numerous empires, and had lived in the mysterious Shadowlands for many years. Their magical knowledge was incredibly rich, and they were very familiar with this kind of thing.
Mulgore took out a crystal ball and began absorbing the power spread by the Blood God G'huun.
The power of blood gradually stained the crystal ball red, Mulgore asked nervously:
"This is a terrible Plague, isn't it?"
Dasa nodded and said coldly:
"The terrifying plague of blood, that's how Blood Trolls are created, the monsters I hate most, the enemies of Zandalar. This is interesting, let me be the first Blood Trolls."
Without hesitation, Dasa grasped the crystal ball. Powerful blood energy entered his body, and Dasa's body gradually changed. His once strong Undead body rapidly withered, becoming emaciated, but filled with power.
Why is this happening?
Dasa felt something new growing inside her body, and her voice was becoming more feminine.
Mulgore exclaimed, "I've heard that the Blood Trolls are a Clans society!"
"Do all powerful Blood Trolls transform into women? I understand now, this is a flaw in the creation of the Titans Experiments, an imperfection in the power of blood."
Dasa shook his head with a wry smile. He was not only the first Blood Trolls, but also the first Blood Trolls matriarch.
The incessant chatter echoed in Dasa's mind; it was G'huun's whisper, containing various uses of the power of blood and how to help G'huun escape the seal.
Without a certain level of magical knowledge, it's impossible to understand its meaning.
Dasa listened Anjing and quickly understood the wonderful uses of the power of blood.
With the power of blood, Dasa slowly rose into the air. The swampy area surrounding the Heart of Darkness was filled with G'huun's power, which was equivalent to G'huun's domain.
"My brothers and sisters, my brethren, beasts turned to bones, let the power of blood descend, rise from death, for G'huun."
Thrall lay on Morchok's back, speeding through the swamp with Hagara the Stormbinder.
The misty swamp suddenly turned blood red.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, making one want to vomit.
In the bubbling swamp, skeletons began to rise.
Among them were many Zandalar, as well as other races who had died in the Blood Marsh, and countless wild animal skeletons.
The power of blood infected these skeletons, and they all came back to life. Their rotting bones turned red, flesh grew out, and their eyes emitted a crimson aura of blood. They struggled to their feet and walked towards the direction of Uldir.
"Looks like we're too late," Hagara whispered.
Thrall chuckled and said:
"Blood God G'huun, is not lacking in wisdom. I have a way to bewitch him and make him serve me. One is the obscure First Emperor Dazar, hiding in his tomb like a rat; the other is the bright, Justice, and great Savior Thrall. G'huun will surely make a wise choice."
Dasa slowly fell back to the ground, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
"The Titans' defenses have not yet been corrupted; G'huun cannot escape the seal."
Mulgore said disappointedly, "All our efforts have been in vain."
Dasa shook his head. "A portion of G'huun's will seeped into the surrounding swamp along with the power of his blood. As long as the seals buried in the swamp are destroyed, this power of blood can condense into a G'huun, which is equivalent to his clone, possessing one-tenth of the original's strength."
Mulgore suddenly realized, "No wonder Hakkar isn't worried about G'huun escaping."
Dasa sighed, finally understanding why his ancient self had been able to successfully seal G'huun —it was only a portion of his power.
We have no other choice but to grit our teeth and keep going.
"The City of the Sky," Robbie thought to himself, and said to Vanessa beside him:
"Dasa is summoning G'huun, but no, this G'huun is no match for Hakkar."