The search for Bwonsamdi was extremely difficult. Despite the combined efforts of many Loa and Emperor Archaeus' mobilization of all available resources, there was still no trace of Bwonsamdi.
"Archaeus, you must find Bwonsamdi, or there will be no place for Trolls in the realm of the Moon Goddess." Robbie pressed the poor Troll emperor, constantly putting pressure on him.
"My esteemed Emissary, please grant me some time." Archaeus was on the verge of tears. He had been so anxious and overwhelmed in his search for Bwonsamdi that his hair had turned quite a bit white.
Bwonsamdi, the god of death, held a low position among the Loa; Archaeus never even gave him a second glance.
Unexpectedly, this unassuming deity received the attention of the Emissary.
Robbie knew very well that time was running out, and sooner or later Elune, would notice that there was something wrong with the Zandalari Empire.
Finally, under Robbie's relentless pressure, an ancient Loa revealed his guess. He nervously told Robbie through Priest that Bwonsamdi would hide in the Space of Life and Death when he was in danger.
That is the border between Azeroth and the Death Realm, a place forbidden to living beings. Only those who possess the Power of the Dead can enter that mysterious space.
The Power of the Dead?
Robbie possesses thirty-six Runes of the Dead, which should be the most powerful known Power of the Dead.
However, most Runes cannot be used in the Azeroth. If one were to enter the Junction of Life and Death, these Runes should be able to come in handy.
Robbie reported all the information he had obtained about the Zandalari Empire to Queen Azshara.
The Queen's opinion was that the Space at the Junction of Life and Death was too dangerous and it was best not to try it lightly.
But Robbie had his own ideas; he was already very familiar with the use of Runes, so he was full of confidence.
With Proficiency use of the thirty-six Runes of the Dead, even entering the most mysterious Death Realm will be no problem.
The Space at the Junction of Life and Death shouldn't be considered a challenge.
When the four Dragonflights arrived in the Zandalari Empire, Robbie, who had received advance notice, quickly removed his Orcs disguise and transformed into an inconspicuous Troll, disappearing without a trace like a drop of water into the ocean.
Archaeus stared in horror at the Dragonkin that blotted out the sun. After suffering a series of blows recently, Archaeus realized his own insignificance. He was just a Troll King, and he was no match for the powerful beings in Azeroth.
The four Dragon Kings landed on the ground, transforming into the forms of Highborne. The Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza, walked at the front. Upon seeing Archaeus who had come to greet her, she said rather rudely:
"You are Archaeus? Bring out that false Emissary!"
Archaeus was too nervous and hadn't even grasped the situation when he hurriedly ordered, "Quickly, quickly summon the Emissary!"
The Red Dragon Queen flew into a rage. "What invitation? He's Emissary, bring him out here!"
"A fake Emissary?" Archaeus was stunned.
Soon, a guard reported, "Your Majesty, we have searched the entire Royal Palace but have not found any trace of the Emissary."
"Gone. It seems it really was a fake." Archaeus finally realized, "Red Dragon Queen, he's a fake Emissary, he's a fake."
"What foolish Trolls, as disgusting as your fangs!" The Red Dragon Queen was furious.
"Listen, Archaeus, you have been deceived by a false Emissary and have driven away the true Emissary. The Moon Goddess is very displeased with you, and you must express your loyalty to Moon Goddess."
"Yes, yes, I'm willing." Archaeus was overjoyed, thinking to himself that he no longer needed to find Bwonsamdi, and a weight had been lifted from his heart.
"The Zandalari Empire has only sent three million troops; that's barely enough to make up for your mistake," the Red Dragon Queen said calmly. "You will lead the army, Archaeus."
"Three million?" Archaeus was dumbfounded. The joy and shock came too quickly, catching him completely off guard.
Originally, only one million troops were needed, but now it has suddenly increased to three million. Looking at the dark mass of Dragonkin circling above the Troll palace, Archaeus dared not object and, barely mustering his courage, said:
"I... I need time to prepare."
Even for the Troll, whose entire population is practically soldiers, a war involving millions of soldiers would require more than six months of mobilization, coordination, and, most importantly, preparation of supplies.
"No, you don't need it," the Red Dragon Queen said firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.
"Each soldier only needs to carry seven days' worth of rations. The journey is long, but we Dragonkin can help. We guarantee we'll reach Azshara within three days. With Elune, the Elune, personally involved, our war with Queen Azshara will end quickly. If you only want to clean up the Battlefield, the Trolls will have no honor."
"The Moon Goddess herself intervened?"
Archaeus was overjoyed. After all, he was a Troll, and although he looked down on many Loa, his trust in the gods was ingrained in his bones.
"And the Loa," the Red Dragon Queen emphasized. "All the Loa must participate in the war; not a single one can be missing, or they will face certain death."
The Zandalari Empire launched a massive mobilization. Time was of the essence, and it was difficult to gather three million soldiers. Archaeus had to resort to some underhanded methods, including using women, children, and the elderly to fill the ranks. Fortunately, the Dragonkin did not seem to care.
Azshara is extremely far from the Zandalari Empire. The Dragonkin, with their immense power, erected dozens of massive Portals that stand like mountains between the two places.
Gazing upon this terrifying, almost divine magic, Archaeus repeatedly wondered: could the Zandalari Trolls truly play a role in a war of this scale?
The Red Dragon Queen's wish was good, but reality was cruel. Despite the Dragonkin' full assistance, it still took nearly a month for the three million disorganized Trolls to finally arrive in Azshara.
Lacking junior officers, lacking proper numbering, completely Order, and in utter chaos, Archaeus felt a particular headache coming on, unsure of the fighting capacity of his large army.
However, when he saw that the Tauren, Dwarves, Furbolg, and other races who had arrived in Azshara earlier were also in complete chaos, he felt much more at ease. It was simply a gathering of several rabble.
The camps of the major races were still some distance from the Magic City of Azshara. Without the Burning Legion, the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal, and the Dragonkin —these three main forces—these backward races dared not challenge Queen Azshara.
Mount Hyjal, the Burning Legion's camp, the Black Dragonflight has finally arrived.
Led by Neltharion, numerous Black Dragons descended upon the Burning Legion's camp.
Archimonde disliked the other Dragonkin and almost never showed his face, but when Neltharion arrived, Archimonde and Mannoroth watched from afar.
Looking at the Black Dragonflight's massive body and its sturdy, exquisitely crafted Obsidian Armor, and sensing the abundant magical power within its body, Archimonde nodded.
"Neltharion is a talented individual, though far inferior to Queen Azshara. What a pity."
"My lord, why is it such a pity?" Mannoroth asked, puzzled.
Neltharion took the lead, plucking a scale from his body and handing it to the Burning Legion's engineers; many Black Dragons followed suit, offering their own scales.
Archimonde chuckled coldly.
"I have a feeling that we will fight sooner or later, and victory will surely belong to me."
Mannoroth secretly scorned him, thinking to himself:
"You said the same thing before you fought Queen Azshara one-on-one, didn't you?"