When Robbie and Vanessa decided to leave, City of the Sky was already in chaos.
The Corrupted Blood brought not only death, but also a severe shortage of food.
The Priests and Witch Doctors, who were usually aloof and distinguished, grew ferocity along with their fangs, driven by hunger.
They hunted each other for food; killings took place every day in the City of the Sky.
After Hakkar left, Yeh'kinya was forced into the chaos of war. Although he possessed powerful magic, he lacked sufficient connections and a solid foundation, leaving him to fight alone.
This is a fairly spacious attic, but its advantage lies in its excellent location, overlooking the entire City of the Sky.
Robbie set up an illusion spell outside the attic, which all the passing Trolls ignored. As countless massacres and bloodshed occurred in the streets, the attic acted as a spectator stand, quietly enjoying this human tragedy.
A disheveled Yeh'kinya lay sprawled on the table, devouring magical bread.
When Robbie dragged him up from the street, Yeh'kinya had lost his right leg, his left eye was just a bloody hole, two of his fangs were broken, and he had countless wounds all over his body.
"Take me away, leave this era. You must have a way. I know a secret."
Vanessa deduced that Yeh'kinya was not lying.
I just don't know if his secret is valuable.
Robbie treated his injuries and rescued Yeh'kinya casually; given Yeh'kinya's strength, he posed no threat to Robbie and Vanessa.
"Tell me, the secret you know." Robbie didn't hold out much hope.
Yeh'kinya touched his newly grown fangs, as well as his intact left eye and right leg, marveling at the exquisite nature of Robbie's magic. Fear filled his heart, and he whispered:
"I understand now why Hakkar rejected me in Zul'Gurub."
Robbie thought for a moment, "I already have a basic understanding of Hakkar's strength. In our time, even if his true form were to descend upon Azeroth, he wouldn't gain much advantage. His only reliance Corrupted Blood, is too easily countered."
Yeh'kinya cautiously replied, "That's not the case. In Zul'Gurub, Hakkar answered my call. He must have come prepared. Perhaps Hakkar's own strength was insufficient to conquer Azeroth, so he must have improved the Corrupted Blood."
Robbie and Vanessa's expressions changed slightly. Corrupted Blood was easy to deal with in this era. If the people of Ancient Zandalar hadn't rejected magic, there would have been no deaths at all.
However, after more than 10,000 years of evolution, who knows what the Corrupted Blood will become?
"But Hakkar refused. After learning about this world, he only sent an avatar. I guess he realized that the improved Corrupted Blood was ineffective, and Azeroth already had Antidote."
"Is this your discovery?" Robbie asked.
Yeh'kinya said solemnly, "At first, I didn't realize it. It wasn't until I entered this era and became Priest of Hakkar, and further understood Hakkar's power, that I learned that the Corrupted Blood was actually a fusion of Hakkar's power and G'huun's power, and only then did I understand everything."
Having Antidote and finding Antidote are not the same thing.
It may take hundreds or thousands of experiments to find Antidote effective Antidote, and countless lives will be lost in the process.
Vanessa pounded the table and asked, "You're going to trade this secret for our help?"
Yeh'kinya nodded.
"Tell me your Antidote. As long as you're not lying, I'll send you back regardless of whether the Antidote works or not," Robbie said seriously.
Yeh'kinya was slightly puzzled; Robbie was simply too kind.
"I'll send you to the Scourge's laboratory. What we need is your magical knowledge and understanding of Hakkar, not your schemes," Robbie added.
This was tantamount to life imprisonment, which actually put Yeh'kinya at ease.
He cared about nothing in order to escape this damned era.
"Hakkar comes from the Void, and his blood is filled with the Shadow power. Therefore, Holy Light is the most effective way to deal with Hakkar. No matter how Hakkar's power changes, it can be neutralized with Holy Light."
Vanessa nodded. "That's true, but the conclusion might not be correct."
"This conclusion is based on long-term experiments and observations; you must believe me." Yeh'kinya was getting anxious; he believed his understanding of magic far surpassed that of conspiracies and tricks.
"Continue," Robbie said expressionlessly.
Yeh'kinya was unwilling to accept this, but could only endure it for the time being.
"G'huun was created by the Titans. Although the Titans modeled G'huun after the Old Gods, Titans were not adept at Void powers. G'huun is essentially a living being, and I have reason to believe that G'huun, the protector of life, presided over its Eonar."
"The enemy of life is death." Robbie seemed to understand something.
Yeh'kinya cautiously stated, "The reason Hakkar refused to descend upon Azeroth is because the Scourge possesses both the power of the Holy Light and the Power of Death; his Corrupted Blood is destined to be useless."
The Blood Trolls grandmother Dasa never intended to return.
The power of G'huun's blood flowed through her body, perfectly matching her bloodline; Dasa felt she was born for this purpose.
As he became more familiar with the power of blood, his body gradually changed.
Except for her red eyes, Dasa is no different from a living person; she is now an exceptionally beautiful Zandalar woman.
Dasa had not foreseen the tragedy that Zandalar. They chose to die rather than use magic, and Dasa was speechless about it, but she no longer cared.
She now only cares about the glory of the Blood Trolls.
Deep within the Blood Marsh, in a village of Blood Trolls, Dasa gathered the power of G'huun and communicated with the sealed G'huun through the Blood Altar.
"Great G'huun, we have traversed the Kingdom of Zandalar, but sadly we have found no people who are in harmony with the power of blood. Are the Zandalars not worthy of the favor of blood?"
G'huun remained silent for a long time before replying, "How pitiful. This is the only way for the Zandalar to avoid death. Fortunately, I left a contingency plan: Prince Dasa."
Dasa was startled. G'huun was referring to the Prince Dasa of this era, which was also his past self. He asked, bewildered:
Why Prince Dasa?
G'huun replied:
"Years ago, when Emperor Ata passed through the Blood Marsh, I sensed the depletion of his imperial blood, and deduced that the Zandalar imperial bloodline had long since perished. Coincidentally, one of his wives was pregnant, and I used the power of blood to conjure life and replace the fetus."
Even the usually composed Dasa was so startled that he took several steps back and said in a cold voice:
"It's me, isn't it?"
G'huun said, "That's right, it's you. You must remember to secretly support Prince Dasa no matter what, so that he may inherit the throne of the Zandalari Empire. His descendants are the chosen ones of the Blood Trolls."
In a daze, Dasa recalled some past events.
Upon returning to the City of the Sky, Dasa faced countless difficulties: the harassment of Priests and Witch Doctors, the obstruction of the Loa, and the treacherous schemes of his uncles and brothers.
Although he was a prince, he was unfortunately far from being able to ascend the throne.
The greatest help came from the Blood Trolls.
He spent his entire life fighting the Blood Trolls, but he had to admit that without the Blood Trolls, there would have been no First Emperor Dazar, Zandalari Empire might have perished.
"What exactly is Imperial Blood?"
Although he already knew the answer in his heart, Dasa instinctively resisted and insisted on getting to the bottom of it.
"The so-called imperial blood is my blood!"
G'huun replied.