"Why the last emperor?" Windbinder Hagra asked curiously. Her field of concern is not only magic, but also history.
Mogole said with a mysterious face:
"The history of the trolls is very long. Some ancient documents describe the emergence of trolls earlier than the arrival of the Titans. The reign of the first emperor Dasa was about 16,000 years ago. Long before Dasa, the trolls
The clan has established countless dynasties and experienced countless reunifications and divisions. Dasa is called the First Emperor because there is a large blank history. He is the oldest troll emperor we know, but he is by no means the first.
indivual."
Hagra nodded thoughtfully, and Thrall on the side said disdainfully: "The trolls are just a group of stupid monkeys. What are their uses besides being food for the orcs?"
Mogore immediately retorted: "Lord Savior, please look at the golem in the Sleep of Kings. The golem in Dalaran is far incomparable. The troll dynasty is very powerful. The First Emperor Dasa said that they once boarded the
Blue Child, communicated directly with the Moon Goddess Elune."
"So what?" Thrall retorted unhappily:
"The Draenei are able to cross distant galaxies, and they are not nearly exterminated by us orcs. The more advanced the technology, the weaker the race, so I am opposed to any Iron Tribe established by Garrosh. Except for our muscles, everything is flashy.
It will only weaken our courage and end up being slaughtered like the draenei."
Mulgore was stunned for a moment. Regarding the tragedy of the Draenei, Mulgore could give 10,000 reasons, and the main reason was the stupidity of Prophet Velen.
However, Mulgore didn't say anything. The elemental lord Mordrake rarely interrupted:
"The tragedy of the Draenei is because they never learn their lesson. Prophet Velen made such a big mistake and is the sinner of the Draenei. He should have committed suicide in shame, but he is still a Draenei.
Great leaders never realize their mistakes."
Thrall nodded and said: "Yes, as long as Velen continues to be the leader of the draenei, they are destined to be food for the orcs, a group of humble inferior creatures."
When everyone entered the tomb of the First Emperor, what they saw was not a coffin and funerary objects, but a huge throne and a five-meter-tall golden soul with its eyes closed in meditation.
Mogaolei was secretly surprised. The First Emperor Dasa seemed a little different at this moment than before.
"You are finally here. The Wheel of Fortune has already predicted today." Dasa's golden soul opened its eyes: "My old friend Mogore, you have brought the true destiny."
Mogoole frowned secretly.
Although pretentiousness and exaggeration are necessary skills for an emperor, they must have strength as a guarantee. Bragging in front of a being stronger than yourself will only bring humiliation to yourself.
For example, Prophet Velen, who usually calls himself a prophet, could not even predict the massacre of the Draenei by the orcs, and has long since become a joke among emperors.
Thrall was very unhappy. Dasa's momentum was too strong and he forced himself to suppress him. Thrall blamed himself for the fact that there were many strong men around him and shouted domineeringly:
"A stupid troll dares to be so presumptuous, kneel down and lick my toes, otherwise I will let you know what life is worse than death."
Dasa opened his eyes and took a careful look at Sal.
Bang!
Sal's legs were shattered below the knees, and he fell to the ground in pain.
"How dare you hurt the great savior? You plot to destroy Azeroth." Thrall almost fainted from the pain and shouted:
"Kill him, and the trolls will completely disappear from Azeroth because of your rudeness."
Hagra the Windbinder, Elemental Lord Mordrok, and Mulgore Goldenhoof were all ready for battle. The First Emperor Dasa said calmly:
"The Zandalari Empire is extremely rich. I have collected many small toys. It's time to take them out and use them." First Emperor Dasa stared at Hagra who was wrapped in strong winds.
"Little orc girl, your ability to control the wind is very strong. What is this?"
A golden bead appeared on Dasa's head. Hagra felt that the wind disappeared from her hands, and she could no longer feel the active wind element.
"This is the wind-fixing bead. No wind is allowed here." Dasa said majestically.
Hagra's complexion suddenly changed. Her magic was too special. Except for controlling the wind element, all other magics were average and useless in a battle of this level.
The elemental lord Modrok regained his huge body and strode towards the throne, intending to crush Dasa together with the throne. Dasa took out a small mirror and shot out a jet of black light:
"Exile me, I won't allow you to destroy my room."
The powerful elemental lord was actually exiled and unable to move.
Mulgore is an old friend of Dasa. Although he is enslaved by Thrall and must obey orders, he knows how to avoid it.
Mogoole clenched his fist and punched Dasa one after another with all his strength. For soul creatures, such attacks were meaningless.
Now all Thrall can count on is Anachronos.
Dasa said majestically: "Son of Nozdormu, I believe your wisdom is as strong as your strength. Fortunately, I am prepared."
Two huge velociraptor souls appeared next to Dasa: "Maybe you are qualified to play with my pets."
Anachronos shouted angrily:
"You are too arrogant, First Emperor Dasa. Although I don't know that period of history or what you have experienced, you are making a mistake at this moment."
Dasa smiled and shook his head and said:
"Childish son of Nozdormu, haven't you seen the situation clearly yet?"
Daza's eyes widened again, and Thrall's right arm exploded into pieces.
Sal screamed, and Dasa asked confidently:
"Is there any way you can stop me? Son of Nozdormu, if Thrall dies here, what tragic end will you have? How will the moon god Elune punish you? Perhaps the entire bronze dragon clan will become extinct because of this, and
Your life will be worse than death."
Anachronos turned pale in his human form. Thrall was the savior appointed by the moon god Elune, and was destined to become the Beast Emperor.
If Thrall really dies here, Anachronos will end up in an extremely miserable state.
"Come, son of Nozdormu, kneel before me."
Dasa ordered in a king's tone. He didn't know what kind of magic Dasa used. Countless small bugs emerged from Sal's wounds, biting his flesh and blood.
Due to the huge pain and torture, Sal finally gave in and hurriedly begged:
"Let me go, I was wrong. The trolls and the orcs are good friends. The name of my most trusted subordinate is Vol'jin. Spare me, Emperor Dasa, I am willing to be your servant."
Daza ignored Thrall's pleading and just stared at Anachronos.
Anachronos bit his lip hard and finally knelt on the ground helplessly.
Daza chuckled and said, "That's right. Your father, Nozdormu, once surrendered to the powerful Zandalari Emperor. The bronze dragon was originally a palace slave of the Zandalari Empire."
Mogoole, who was still punching hard, curled his lips, Daza's emperor skills were too powerful.
Immediately, Dasa came down from the throne and said in a low voice:
"Thall, remember, the relationship between us is just cooperation. I have no intention of accepting a dirty orc as a slave. This will lose the dignity of the king."
The ground cracked, and a huge golden coffin appeared.
"It's time to return to the physical body." Dasa looked forward to it.