Dasa took a deep breath.
The information from the Blood Trolls was incorrect.
Dasa originally thought that G'huun, sealed deep within Uldir, should not possess much wisdom, and was as pure as a child who had never been in contact with anyone else.
As it turned out, Dasa was wrong, terribly wrong.
G'huun was very intelligent, even quite cunning. His will spread through the swamp with the power of blood, and he had long since learned the wisdom of mortals.
To stop Hakkar, Dasa must persuade G'huun.
"Great G'huun, what do you desire?"
G'huun calmly replied, "People, faith, nation, blood and souls."
Dasa cautiously stated, "The Zandalari Empire can provide everything you need, but you must stop Hakkar's plot. He wants to conquer all of Azeroth and will never share it with you."
G'huun reiterated, "Unless he reveals his true form, I am no match for him."
"No, I have a plan. Half of the Zandalari Empire's people are heading to the City of the Sky. Once they arrive, Hakkar will be busy with his schemes. This is a perfect opportunity," Dasa said confidently.
G'huun thought for a long time:
"This is indeed a good opportunity. My blood Plague can spread rapidly, from Nazmir to City of the Sky, infecting countless people. If I can gain a million followers, sacrificing an avatar will be worthwhile."
Dasa was overjoyed. G'huun was very intelligent, grasped the concepts almost instantly, and knew how to prioritize.
"It was a pleasure working with you, great G'huun."
G'huun whispered, "Hakkar has blocked my senses of City of the Sky. You must tell me the right time. If all goes well, the Blood Black Empire will surely descend upon Azeroth."
Just when Dasa thought everything was going smoothly, three figures arrived in Uldir. It was Thrall and his party. Thrall looked at the massive shadow of G'huun and chuckled:
"Thrall, the Savior of Azeroth, greets the great G'huun."
Dasa's face darkened, and he inwardly cried out that something was wrong; Thrall's visit was ill-intentioned.
G'huun's phantom carefully examined Thrall: "I know you. You possess the power of the Bronze Dragonflight. You come from the distant future, not from this world."
Thrall chuckled and said, "That's right. More than 15,000 years from now, the Orcs from Draenor World will conquer all of Azeroth and become the masters of this world."
"A lie," Dasa gritted his teeth.
Thrall, unfazed, said, "We Orcs slaughter cities and destroy nations. Even the wandering Draenei of the stars are no match for us. Both the Alliance and the Horde are merely waiting for their demise in apathy. Great G'huun, as wise as you are, you should know that I am not lying."
As Old Gods created by the Titans, G'huun possessed unique methods for gathering information. After a long silence, as if he had seen through everything, he slowly said:
"You have killed countless people, your hands stained with the blood of innocents, yet you are called Savior. This upside-down world will not change, even in the distant future."
Thrall laughed triumphantly, "Great G'huun, your wisdom is as powerful as your magnificent body."
"It's over!"
Dasa felt a chill run down his spine. In the future Azeroth, the fragmented Troll was weak and had far less say than the outsider Orcs. G'huun, of course, had to cooperate with the strong.
"Thrall, tell me your plan."
Thrall gave Dasa a smug smile and took out the Time Beacon from his robes:
"The Bronze Dragonflight obeys the Orcs without question; they are Orcs slaves. I can open a time portal and command the Bronze Dragonflight to send countless Orcs to this era to help you unify Azeroth. Great G'huun, you are the god of the Orcs, and your blood kingdom will be realized ahead of schedule."
G'huun murmured:
"Interference with time will create Parallel Worlds, the future is unpredictable, but it has no effect on me. Compared to the cruel Orcs, the Zandalar are bound by royal power, lacking any creativity, merely a filthy, inferior race. Very well, Thrall, just as you wish."
Dasa's vision went black, and he nearly fainted.
Thrall laughed triumphantly, "G'huun, I am more than willing to become your subject."
G'huun said impatiently, "Let's begin, Thrall. You will become the first Blood Orcs, and I promise you will forever be the leader of the Blood Orcs."
Thrall opened his arms and tilted his head back, ready to receive the infusion of blood power.
Mulgore had remained silent until now, chuckled and said, "Congratulations, Thrall, you will become the matriarch of the Blood Orcs."
"What, Madam?" Thrall immediately withdrew his arm, his face showing surprise.
"Don't you know? Look at Dasa. To receive the power of blood, one must become a woman, Thrall. To be honest, I'm very much looking forward to it." Mulgore smiled maliciously.
In Thrall's heart, he would never change his gender for the sake of any racial righteousness.
After all, among the Orcs, the status of women and men is vastly different. For example, when hunger strikes, female Orcs are obligated to become food for men.
"Wait, G'huun, we must terminate the cooperation," Thrall said hastily.
"Thrall, do you intend to refuse this great gift?" G'huun asked with displeasure.
"I'm sorry, great G'huun, I must reconsider."
Thrall cautiously retreated, worried that G'huun would forcefully infuse him with the power of blood.
G'huun sensed the power of Elune, within Thrall; even if he were forcibly transformed into the Blood Orcs Matron, Moon Goddess's power could be reversed.
"It's a great pity, Thrall, you missed a shortcut to the rise of the Orcs," G'huun said regretfully. With the protection of Elune, G'huun dared not act recklessly.
Dasa breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time harbored a secret fear of G'huun, wondering if he should figure out G'huun's weaknesses and then secretly inform Prince Dasa of this era.
"My faithful Blood Mother Dasa, our cooperation remains valid." G'huun seemed quite reluctant.
Thrall wiped the sweat from his brow, nearly collapsing from fright. He hurriedly bid farewell to G'huun's phantom and stumbled towards the Blood Marsh with Hagara and Morchok.
Robbie witnessed this farce firsthand.
As an Old Gods created by Titans, G'huun has no credibility whatsoever; this despicable fellow is best sealed away forever deep within Uldir.
Robbie is planning a famous backup plan.
As the day drew nearer, many Zandalari Trolls arrived at City of the Sky.
To prevent the secrets of the City of the Sky from being revealed, Emperor Ata ordered the people to live outside the city.
The food brought by the people was quickly consumed, revealing the weakness of the Zandalari Empire: Emperor Ata could not provide enough food.
The empire is vast, and many more people are still on their way; the appointed day has not yet arrived.
Hunger easily breeds unrest.
Even if Emperor Ata possessed the Dark Scepter and could appease the people, he couldn't conjure up food, and within a few days, large numbers of people would starve to death.
Emperor Ata had no other choice but to consult with Yeh'kinya.
Yeh'kinya found Hakkar and suggested that the ceremony be carried out ahead of schedule.
The City of the Sky is home to over ten million Zandalar people.
Even if half the population were to become Children of Hakkar, that would be enough to conquer Azeroth.
Hakkar readily agreed, and the Evil ritual was about to begin.