The Dark Scepter shattered, and the emperors of the Emperor's Temple returned to their positions, once again becoming Restless Souls.
The Emperor Zandalar, clad in black robes, bowed slightly to Robbie and asked:
"I am the founding emperor of Zandalar, and I perform this ceremony for only one purpose."
Making the esteemed Emperor Zandalar bow his head is no easy feat, Robbie replied calmly, respecting his pride:
"To create Undead, you first need to process the memories of the Restless Souls. Deleting or altering a small number of memories is not difficult, but it is very difficult to do with a living person."
The Emperor Zandalar secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then said with a radiant smile, "I am not Aqir?"
Robbie didn't answer directly, only saying, "False memories always have flaws."
Why is what that ugly Priest said exactly the same as what I remember?
Robbie laughed, "He's Hakkar's Priest; I'm impersonating Hakkar to communicate telepathically."
The Emperor Zandalar regained his aloofness and majesty.
"If Aqir, they probably wouldn't be as ruthless, heartless, and heinous as you; they would likely have done better," Robbie commented.
"The lowly are unfit for benevolent governance and must be treated with harsh punishments and cruel laws. They are nothing but ants; why bother with them!"
The Emperor Zandalar made a resolute decision, his body gradually turning into dust.
Robbie didn't say anything; what's past is past, and there's no point in dwelling on it.
Skyreach City, with countless people fighting and scheming.
In a daze, a gust of wind swept by, as if something was about to happen.
The chaotic crowd stopped struggling and screaming, and at the same time, sensing something, they held their breath and all looked towards the towering, City of the Sky.
Legendary it stands 32,000 meters tall, the result of hundreds of thousands of years of effort by the Zandalari Empire, the greatest wonder in the history of Azeroth, and the pride of the Zandalar people.
It shattered like a bubble right before everyone's eyes.
They've disappeared.
There is none left.
At that moment, countless hearts broke, cries echoed, and tears flowed like rivers.
Nazmir, the Blood Marsh.
Bang!
With a loud crash, G'huun's massive body slammed heavily to the ground, his body mangled beyond recognition. His skin was almost torn off, revealing his writhing internal organs in several places. The ring of sharp fangs around his mouth was gone, leaving only a black hole.
Hakkar the Soulflayer floated in the air with his wings spread, spewing flames from his mouth and nose.
Having just entered the Blood Marsh, G'huun used the many traps and arrangements there to try and stall Hakkar, refusing to engage in a direct confrontation and thus buying some time.
Upon learning of the resurrection of the Seven Emperors of the Emperor's Temple, Hakkar realized that the City of the Sky was in trouble and wanted to retreat, but G'huun took the initiative to engage him, and the two sides fought fiercely.
This is not Hakkar's Main World after all, and many methods cannot be used. Although they successfully dealt a heavy blow to G'huun, the fall of City of the Sky was inevitable, and there was nothing they could do to reverse the situation.
Hakkar unleashed his fury on G'huun.
"I truly don't understand why you would help outsiders, wasting an entire clone in the process, and gaining nothing in return."
G'huun smiled weakly, "The seeds of blood are sown; as long as there are many believers, even sacrificing a clone is worthwhile."
Hakkar sneered, "Too bad you couldn't infect a single Zandalar."
G'huun said, "My goal is not the City of the Sky."
Hakkar suddenly realized that all the Blood Trolls that had been resurrected in the swamp, including Mother Dasa, were gone.
At this moment, the meticulously disguised Mother Dasa entered a Zandalar city and secretly spread a blood Plague.
Meanwhile, thousands of resurrected Blood Trolls were doing the same thing.
With the Dark Scepter destroyed, the people of Zandalar have changed drastically, and the empire is in chaos, providing a perfect opportunity to spread the Plague.
This Plague will not manifest immediately; according to G'huun, only the chosen will have the opportunity to become Blood Trolls —this is merely the sowing of the seeds.
Having been deceived by G'huun, Hakkar grabbed G'huun's massive body. "But I haven't gained nothing. With your power, my blood power will advance even further."
G'huun's massive body shattered, leaving only his head.
After continuous purification and the removal of impurities, the shattered body finally yielded a Blood Crystal the size of a human head, crystal clear. Hakkar laughed heartily:
"I sense a strange power; a new blood Plague is about to be born, Plague capable of destroying Azeroth. Since I cannot have it, let all living beings of Azeroth perish."
The power emanating from Hakkar merged with the essence of G'huun, giving birth to a new magic: Corrupted Blood, Plague with extremely contagious and almost fatal properties.
Holding a clump of Corrupted Blood in his hand, Hakkar's expression was unpredictable.
G'huun's head said mockingly:
"Hakkar the Soulflayer, your understanding of the power of blood is inferior to mine. Aren't you disappointed?"
Hakkar carefully examined the Corrupted Blood, his mind racing with various calculations, but he couldn't find a solution.
G'huun continued:
"I expected all of this. Although the Corrupted Blood is powerful, it can be dispelled with the most basic cleansing spells. Your Plague is useless."
The Elemental Power Azeroth were extremely active during this era; not only the Zandalari Trolls, but most intelligent life forms were able to use magic to resolve the Corrupted Blood.
Hakkar's eyes darted around, and he produced even more Corrupted Blood:
"Poor G'huun, you've forgotten one thing: the Emperor Zandalar forbids his people from learning magic. Do you know how strong this ancient custom, formed over hundreds of thousands of years, is? It's deeply ingrained in the minds of every Zandalar citizen; they would rather die than learn magic."
Bang!
G'huun's remaining head exploded.
As Hakkar laughed arrogantly and triumphantly, the Corrupted Blood flew into the air and spread throughout the Zandalari Empire.
Corrupted Blood is useless against other races in Azeroth.
But for the Zandalari Trolls, this meant the end of the world.
After the people of City of the Sky dispersed, Hakkar left Azeroth, and the Corrupted Blood spread throughout the Zandalari Empire.
This is an extremely terrible Plague. Those infected with the Plague turn green all over, Corrupted Blood continuously absorbs nutrients from their bodies. They usually die after seven days when their life force is exhausted.
This is also a Plague that is easily cured. Flame, Frost, Arcane, nature, Holy Light, and even shadow magic all have the ability to dispel magic, and it is particularly effective against Corrupted Blood.
The City of the Sky remained unaffected, and the Priests and Witch Doctors easily resolved the Plague.
But countless people in Zandalar were infected with the Plague.
Ulda, a member of the Moon Clan who had followed Robbie to the City of the Sky, was so anxious that her eyes turned red.
"The Zandalar are too stubborn; they'd rather die than learn magic."
"Life and death are predestined," Robbie said simply.
"There must be a way." Ulda paced back and forth anxiously, then suddenly her eyes lit up:
"Find Emperor Ata. Although he has lost the Dark Scepter, he is still the emperor of the Zandalari Empire. He only needs to issue a decree ordering his people to learn magic to save most of the Zandalar."
Robbie shook his head:
"This is meaningless. Look at what the Priests and Witch Doctors are saying. They say it's divine punishment, and without the Dark Scepter, Emperor Ata wouldn't dare go against the people's customs."
"No matter what, I'm going to give it a try."
Ulda then looked bitter; Emperor Ata had been missing for several days.
Robbie took out a crystal ball and handed it to Ulda.
There is a pointer in the center of the crystal ball that always points in one direction.
"This is the Loa plan. When Emperor Ata left, he abandoned everything except for a key. The crystal ball is used to track the key."