The number of Loa is directly proportional to the number of Trolls.
Before the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the Trolls of the Zandalari Empire were everywhere. Although they had lost to the Night Elf race and had been Pain Suppression, they were the most numerous intelligent race in the Azeroth.
There were hundreds of priests present, Priest representing a mysterious Loa.
The Troll emperor Archaeus' fierce gaze swept across the Priests, exuding murderous intent. The Priests dared not be negligent and hurriedly prayed to their gods.
The way to pray to different gods is completely different.
Some Priests cut bloody wounds on their arms with knives, some took special herbs, causing blood to flow from their mouths and noses, and they entered a semi-mad state of muttering to themselves. Some brought out a brazier and put their hands into the red-hot coals to roast them. Some even cut off a section of their arms as a sacrifice.
People who gesticulate wildly, have disheveled hair, and shout are considered relatively normal.
Archaeus tilted his head, looking away. He was used to the Priests ' strange customs; every year, many Priests died while serving the gods. Archaeus looked down on them, but because the Trolls' generations-long worship of the Loa had formed a deep-rooted belief, he had no choice but to abide by these barbaric and bloody customs.
The stench of blood quickly filled the entire Royal Palace. The magnificent carpets were soaked in blood, along with the fingers, skin, hair, and fangs of some unknown Priest. Archaeus looked at his carpet with heartache, but could only choose to endure it silently.
Finally, after a Priest cut off his ears, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, like blazing torches. His fangs emitted a blood-red light, and the phantom of a red worm appeared above his head. He chanted loudly:
"I saw it! The terrifying Eye of Death showed me the future: countless heavenly fires descended from the sky, the Troll's Royal Palace burned in raging flames, the earth cracked open, and waves surged in like mountains."
Seeing Archaeus's expression darken and his eyes flash with murderous intent, the Priest was startled and quickly changed his words:
"The great Zandalari Empire has been reborn in Flames, ancient palaces had to be destroyed, and our emperor has become the king of Azeroth. He needs to build an even more magnificent palace to be worthy of his noble status."
Archaeus nodded in satisfaction. He recognized the creature as a desert Troll whose god was Molkha the Death Worm, also known as the Eye of Death, a worm that liked to swallow Trolls alive.
Having witnessed the example of the Eye of Death Priest, all the Priests understood and saw the wind was blowing. Compared to the terrifying Emperor Archaeus, the fearsome Loa were merely rabbits that could bite.
More and more Priests were enlightened, Loa's oracles were unexpectedly consistent, supporting Emperor Archaeus' alliance with the rebels of Mount Hyjal. The future was incredibly bright, the Emperor's achievements were unparalleled throughout history, and the Zandalari Empire was about to usher in its greatest glory.
Archaeus smiled; this was exactly the result he wanted. With the unanimous support of the Loa, his actions represented the will of the gods, and no Troll dared to oppose him anymore.
Slowly rising to his feet, Archaeus' towering figure resembled an iron tower, he shouted:
"The gods have enlightened us; our cause is Justice. The Night Elf race, due to their division, are destined for destruction. We must seize this rare opportunity to eliminate the shameful traitors Night Elves, and let the subjects of the Zandalari Empire spread throughout Azeroth."
All the Troll Priests joined in the cheers, rejoicing at the wise decision of the great Troll emperor.
Krasus, the Red Dragon in human form, led the way through the winding cave, with Rhonin carefully following behind.
Shortly after the rebellion broke out in Mount Hyjal, a Red Whelp brought Krasus a letter.
The letter contained only a single red dragon scale. Krasus held the fiery scale in his hand, feeling its warmth resonate with his own flesh and blood, and in that instant, many memories flooded back.
Krasus took Rhonin with him; they needed to head to a place called the Dragon King 'Dragon King's Sanctum, a giant cave called the Dragon King's Sanctum by the dragons because it was where Dragonkin discussed important matters.
Apart from the five Dragon Kings, no one knows the true location of the Dragon King's Sanctum. Usually, the five Dragon Kings arrive here first, and then open the five Portal in the center of the chamber, each leading to the gathering place of one of the Five Dragonflights.
Most Green Dragonflight live in the Emerald Dream, so there must be a Portal open in the Emerald Dream. Krasus and Rhonin entered a cave through the Portal in the Emerald Dream.
This was not the Dragon King's Sanctum, but a cave in the nearby area, a place to rest, and sometimes a prison cell. Krasus looked at the familiar cave and saw a giant red Dragon.
An elegant Red Dragon, with a streamlined body that is both athletic and slender, full of Vitality; no words in the world can adequately describe its beauty and strength.
Korialstrasz, the youngest companion of the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, a rare magical genius among the Dragonkin, was Krasus ten thousand years ago.
"Hi, did you receive your scales? I think you should remember that you were here before." Korialstrasz greeted him elegantly, sizing up his future self from ten thousand years in the future.
Krasus shook his head and said in confusion:
"The scales remind me of some things from the past, like this cave, but many things have been forgotten. The mists of time have obscured our memories. Time is not linear, and the future is full of uncertainties, as I think you should understand."
"Let the Bronze Dragonflight solve the mystery of time; this is not our domain." Korialstrasz was somewhat impatient. After all, he was ten thousand years younger, and his temperament was still unpolished; he couldn't hold his temper.
Korialstrasz glanced at Krasus and Luo Bing, and said calmly, "You and your human friends wait here. All the Dragonkin are gathered in the Dragon King's Sanctum to discuss an important matter. Don't misunderstand, this is not meant to be disrespectful; you need to strike when necessary and play your decisive trump card."
Krasus nodded. "Understood. We'll wait here."
Korialstrasz, his massive dragon body swaying, departed. Krasus, his expression complex and deeply perplexed, said solemnly, "Rhonin, you can probably guess what the Dragonkin were discussing."
"Demon Soul."
Rhonin said in a low voice.
The Demon Soul is an artifact created by Deathwing, the Black Dragon King, by fusing Demons power with the power of the Dragon Aspects. It has a tremendous restraining power over Dragonkin. Malfurion used it to destroy the Well of Eternity, ending Queen Azshara's reign, but it also caused the Sundering. Rhonin was the one who ended this artifact.
At this moment, Rhonin had begun to doubt the history of the past ten thousand years. He could understand Krasus, after all, the Demon Soul had brought great disaster to the Red Dragon, although Rhonin was not quite clear about the real reason behind it.
Krasus chuckled mockingly. "I have a feeling that our witnessing and decisions might determine the birth of this artifact. Rhonin, you know the harm and benefits this artifact will bring. How should you choose?"