The second secret letter was a secret order, commanding Rokhan to enter the Zandalari Empire, escort the Zandalar Queen to Orgrimmar, and serve the great and noble Emissary of the gods.
The secret edict offered a brief explanation: the Emissary did not like Troll women, since humans could not appreciate the beauty of Trolls, but the Emissary greatly enjoyed humiliating Trolls.
His regret was that he never had the chance to humiliate the Zandalari Empire when he was the human King.
Thrall dismissed this, coldly replying to Rokhan Khan:
"The foolish Trolls are nothing but lowly and contemptible creatures. If Rastakhan doesn't agree, I will make the Zandalari Empire vanish like Rag City. I want to see if Rastakhan has the guts to destroy Azeroth."
Destroying Azeroth is a very useful charge. If the great Savior Thrall were to pin this charge on the Zandalari Empire, this eternally existing empire would surely be reduced to ashes.
Rokhan was originally Darkspear Trolls. There were many conflicts between the Darkspear Trolls and the Zandalari Trolls. This mission to the Zandalari Empire on behalf of the Savior Thrall was a good opportunity to demonstrate his authority, which made Rokhan very proud.
Vol'jin hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Great Savior Thrall, King Rastakhan of Zandalar is proud and arrogant, and prone to impulsive actions. If he ruins our important plans, it will be a real problem. Why don't I go with Rokhan to the Zandalari Empire? I'm sure I can persuade Rastakhan to submit to the Orcs."
Thrall hesitated for a moment, but to be on the safe side, he nodded in agreement.
Zuldazar, the capital of the Zandalari Empire.
God-King Rastakhan gazed at the rows of buildings in Zuldazar, ancient structures that symbolized the Zandalari Empire's long history. The Zandalari Empire boasted a glorious civilization; over ten thousand years ago, the Zandalar Great Empire defeated the Azj'Aqir Empire of the Zerg, achieving Overlord in this world.
However, with the rise of the Night Elf race, especially their application and research of magic, the Zandalari Trolls, who stuck to their ways and refused to adapt, were defeated by the Night Elf race and gradually lost their former Overlord position.
The world has changed, Zandalari Empire remains the same.
Ten thousand years have passed, and darkness has finally descended. Rastakhan clutches a letter in his hand.
This is a confidential letter sent by a senior executive at a Venture Company:
"Secret Decree: King Rastakhan of Zandalar, your Emissary has fallen deeply in love with Troll woman. The Queen of Zandalar has been granted this great honor to serve your esteemed divine Emissary. Do not refuse, or the Zandalari Empire will be reduced to ashes in the wrath of the Moon Goddess."
Venture Company are a powerful organization spread across Azeroth, but they pose no threat to the Zandalari Empire.
Behind this high-ranking official stood a terrifying being. Elune Rastakhan, the Elune, knew that Elune's threat was rather distant; Rastakhan feared the Orcs, for the tragedy of Rag City had only just passed.
"This is a tremendous disgrace, an insult to the Zandalari Trolls. If the eternally existing Zandalari Empire agrees to this unreasonable demand, what face will it have left to stand in the Azeroth?"
Rastakhan's eyes were clearly blazing with fire, and his long fangs were grinding together with a loud cracking sound.
Behind the God-King Rastakhan stood a Troll with sharp eyes, a deep voice, and shifty gaze:
"King Rastakhan, things have come to this. You have no choice but to accept your fate. Perhaps this is the Destiny of the Zandalari Empire."
"I'm not reconciled," Rastakhan said fiercely. "Zul, can't you help me? People say you're a prophet of darkness, displaying astonishing prophetic talent even in your youth. Now it's your turn to shine."
"Now that things have come to this, how am I supposed to help you?" Zul said coldly, complaining.
"Back when the Orcs first appeared on Azeroth, I advised you to set sail with the Golden Fleet to help Kingdom of Stormwind resist Orcs. If you had listened to me, you wouldn't be suffering this humiliation today."
Rastakhan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Humans are the enemies of the Trolls, why would I help them?"
Zul smiled grimly, "Wasn't my plan clear enough? Kingdom of Stormwind and the Orcs are both weakened. We can help the humans drive out the Orcs and seize vast territories in the process. Then we can unite the Jungle Trolls of Stranglethorn Vale and the Forest Trolls of Hinterlands. This is a golden opportunity for our Troll race to rise, for all races to put aside their prejudices. But you still refused, Rastakhan. You look down on the other Troll, considering them all lowly and contemptible creatures."
Rastakhan snarled, "Zul, are you accusing me? Only we Zandalari Trolls are the true civilized race. How dare those backward and ignorant barbaric races be worthy of being our companions?"
Zul stroked his long fangs and chuckled coldly:
"King Rastakhan, I respect your pride, but this is not the only opportunity. I warned you long ago that the Blood Trolls of Nazmir must be eliminated, and Uldir holds the secrets left behind by the Titans. The foolish Blood Trolls are incapable of uncovering anything of true value. If we had replaced the Blood Trolls ten years ago, Zandalar would now have the strength to contend for world domination. Not to mention the mere Orcs, even the Burning Legion would have to fear us. But look at what you've done! You've turned a blind eye to the Blood Trolls right under your nose, letting them waste the opportunity for the Troll to rise. As the king of the Zandalari Empire, you're unwilling to try anything, yet you expect the Orcs to respect you?"
Rastakhan said coldly, "Our Zandalari Empire is eternally existing, with all nations paying tribute, and is incomparably noble. We are protected by multiple Loa, so why should we care about mere Blood Trolls? Zul, your suggestion is worthless."
Zul shook his head. "Rastakhan, you know nothing of power. You are nothing but a useless piece of trash. I have had enough of your stupidity and arrogance. I am leaving the Zandalari Empire to seek new hope for the Trolls, while you rot away in Zandalar. The suffering of Zandalar has only just begun. I have seen countless darkness and destruction. It's a pity, God-King Rastakhan, you will never realize this."
"Go, go," Rastakhan waved his hand impatiently. "I've had enough of you, you Dark Prophet. You only bring misfortune and disaster. Get out of here, and you'd better never come back."
Zul looked helpless, sighed, and prepared to leave. He took a few steps forward and suddenly said, "King Rastakhan, if you want to fight, then fight to the end. Perhaps the Zandalari Empire still has a glimmer of hope."
"I don't need you to remind me. I will absolutely not agree to this outrageous demand. The Zandalari Empire would rather be wiped out," Rastakhan said resolutely. "Am I not even worth as much as a Troggs?"
Zul shrugged and whispered, "King Rastakhan, in the face of true fear, you are nothing but a coward."
Shortly after Zul left, Vol'jin and Rokhan sailed to Zandalar.
"King Rastakhan is a coward and not worth mentioning."
Vol'jin analyzed carefully:
"We must be wary of the Dark Prophet Zul; he will surely ruin our plans. I have already requested the Burning Legion to send assassins to kill Zul. As long as he remains in Zuldazar, he will not escape death."