Emperor Gula looked thoughtful, recalling his past life. His eyes widened suddenly, his lips trembled, and saliva dripped down his chin.
Emperor Ata laughed:
"Have you remembered yet, you foolish fat pig? You have a lifelong love for food. You eat non-stop after waking up, eating and sleeping all day long. You especially love the heart and flesh of the Zandalar people, and you eat thousands of Zandalar people every day."
A Burning Legion force got lost and wandered into the Azeroth. Most of them were wiped out by the Dragon Aspects, leaving only a remnant of less than a hundred people, who were running around aimlessly.
"Unfortunately, this deserter stumbled into the City of the Sky. You had never seen such terrifying creatures before, and you were so frightened that you trembled and ordered them not to resist and to kneel down in surrender."
Emperor Ata looked down at the millions of people below, and pointed at Emperor Gula, whose gaze was darting away:
"The great Zandalari Empire, with tens of thousands of Loa, countless Court Mages, and a powerful Golden Legion, actually surrendered to the remnants of a few dozen Burning Legions."
"Although you helped them escape back to Argus World, the Burning Legion did not let you go and threw you into a vat of boiling oil."
Emperor Gula wept bitterly, "I'm afraid, I'm really afraid, you don't understand."
Emperor Ata looked at him with Mercy:
"Afterwards, the coordinates of the Azeroth were leaked, the Burning Legion made repeated threats, and the humiliation of the Zandalari Empire began, with souls to be sacrificed to the Burning Legion every year."
Emperor Ata, his face contorted with hatred, shook his head and looked at the last resurrected emperor.
"Emperor Rast, who had a lifelong passion for beautiful women, never cared about anything except collecting beauties from various races. Three thousand two hundred years ago, the Aqir were blessed with the power of the Old Gods, and they multiplied rapidly, marching north, conquering cities and territories, and heading straight for the City of the Sky."
"The main force of the Golden Legion is still intact, and tens of thousands of Loa are loyal to the king. As the Emperor Zandalar, you actually surrendered the City of the Sky was completely annihilated, and rivers of blood flowed. The Zerg looted all the Wealth, slaughtered most of the Zandalar people, and then abducted you and your royal family. You lived in the Azj'Aqir Empire for 139 years, enduring endless humiliation and torture, and only a skeleton was returned to you."
Emperor Ata roared in fury:
"Later generations, unable to bear the sight of this tragic history, wrote you down as a great hero, deserving you to reside in the Emperor's Temple —a truly ironic situation. From then on, my Zandalari Empire has paid tribute to the Qiraji every year, sending millions in taxes annually, all thanks to you."
Emperor Rast trembled as he said, "Youngster, you understand nothing. The Zerg are the great race, the hope of this world. The Zandalar are a bunch of useless trash."
Robbie felt a deep sense of frustration.
The Zandalari Empire, with its history spanning hundreds of thousands of years, couldn't have consisted entirely of incompetent rulers; it included many wise and powerful emperors.
Unfortunately, the Seven Emperors of the Emperor's Temple were not among them.
As for the other emperors, Robbie didn't know where they were buried.
Wait, there's still a Restless Souls Emperor's Temple.
After denouncing the crimes of the Seven Emperors of the Emperor's Temple, Emperor Ata felt a surge of pleasure in his heart.
"Behold, the suffering of the Zandalari Empire has come to an end. Hakkar the Soulflayer will lead us to conquer all of Azeroth. The Qiraji and the Burning Legion will all become our prisoners."
Emperor Ata said with a beaming smile:
"Compared to the humiliations we have suffered, today's sacrifice is nothing. Yes, the Zandalar are a bunch of useless trash; you have no hope or future. Consecration your flesh and blood to become the vessels for the birth of the Children of Hakkar. This is your only reason for existence."
Yeh'kinya was deeply moved. Having suffered setbacks in the past, he had long seen through the ugly faces of his people, and Emperor Ata's words resonated with him.
"I feel ashamed to be Troll," Yeh'kinya said, her resolve Steadfast.
Emperor Ata returned to his throne. "Yeh'kinya, you may continue."
A strange aura permeated the surroundings.
Black clouds inexplicably appeared in the sky, obscuring the sun and exuding an eerie aura. Even the blood clouds summoned by Hakkar paled in comparison.
A chilling wind blew, accompanied by the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses.
"It's truly disappointing that the younger generation of the Zandalari Empire is so incompetent."
A voice, devoid of joy or anger, yet imbued with authority, rang out.
A dark figure appeared above the throne, dressed in a jet-black robe and wearing a black crown. His face was chiseled, and his sharp eyes slowly swept over the crowd, lingering for a moment on the faces of Yeh'kinya and Emperor Ata.
Yeh'kinya felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a knife was twisting inside his chest.
Emperor Ata let out a miserable cry, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and nearly fell off his throne.
Millions of Zandalar people felt a resonance, their hearts filled with fervent passion, and their emotions soared.
For some reason, the Zandalar people felt a sense of peace whenever they looked at this Black-Robed Man.
Yeh'kinya calmed his inner turmoil; the Black-Robed Man had put immense pressure on him. Noticing Emperor Ata's subtle beckoning, he hurriedly used magic to fly to the throne.
"Who is this person?" Yeh'kinya asked.
Emperor Ata, his face ashen, his ailing body seemingly unable to hold on any longer, handed the Dark Scepter to Yeh'kinya, uttering a weak voice:
"In the name of the Great Emperor, I command Yeh'kinya to judge my ancestors in my stead."
The moment Yeh'kinya touched the Dark Scepter, he was struck dumb. Countless pieces of information flooded his mind, revealing the identity of the Black-Robed Man. With disbelief, he asked:
"It really is him."
Emperor Ata nodded and said weakly:
" With the Dark Scepter in hand, only one person in Zandalar history has been able to harm me: the founding emperor of the Zandalari Empire, the Dark Emperor Zandalar."
Emperor Ata was physically exhausted, so Yeh'kinya had to exercise the power of judgment in his stead.
However, he never expected that he would be judging the first emperor of the Ancient Zandalari Empire.
The Emperor Zandalar, who took over power from the Old Gods Xal'atath, named the Zandalari Empire after himself, and began a great chapter in history.
The Emperor Zandalar, clad in black robes, scrutinized Yeh'kinya, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Outsiders have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the Zandalari Empire."
Yeh'kinya declared passionately, "I am not a foreigner; I am Yeh'kinya, Gurubashi Trolls, also known as Jin'do the Godbreaker."
The Emperor Zandalar's expression turned solemn. "So it was the power of time, a person from the future world. Do you truly intend to judge me? To judge the founder of the Ancient Zandalari Empire?"
Yeh'kinya said firmly, "If you do something wrong, you must be judged, even if you are the first emperor of the Zandalari Empire."
The Emperor Zandalar, head held high, declared, "I have lived a life without shame before anyone."
"Are you still trying to hide it? The Dark Scepter has already told me everything."
Yeh'kinya's eyes were full of mockery, his gaze shifting uncertainly as he said:
"I saw it. Countless ages ago, a towering pyramid hidden in a dense forest. Trolls, who looked just like me and had huge fangs, suddenly awoke from their numbness. The shackles in their hearts were removed, and they looked around blankly."
"The voice of Xal'atath drew near, and she told her people: You are free. From now on, you will not be bound and will live freely like all other races."
"The Troll race possesses formidable physical strength, a terrifying ability to regenerate severed limbs, and exceptional magical talent; it's only a matter of time before they unify Azeroth."
Yeh'kinya glared at the Emperor Zandalar with hatred in his eyes. "Too bad you showed up."