The shadows under his feet bared their teeth and claws, and the First Emperor Dasa fell into a brief daze, dazed and confused.
A smile of successful conspiracy appeared on Anachronos's face, and at the same time, Thrall spat out countless obscure syllables.
The bloody pyramid was shrouded in mist, and countless souls were silhouetted, shouting and howling together in response to Thrall's spell.
At the top of the pyramid, a blood-red space gate appeared.
A huge figure appeared in the space door, looking like a giant dragon. Anachronos' expression on the side became strange, and he looked at Thrall in confusion.
Thrall continued to recite incantations, and the cries of the dead souls on the pyramid became louder and louder, as if to welcome the arrival of a great being.
Anachronos looked at the shadow inside the space door and warned loudly:
"Thall, stop the summoning. There is a problem with the spell. He is not the soul hunter Imenar."
But Sal had no intention of stopping, and the spell in his mouth became louder and louder.
An inexplicable existence came to Azeroth, which would only bring unpredictable disasters. Anachronos wanted to step forward to stop it, but he did not dare to offend Thrall, and was in a dilemma.
Just when Anachronos hesitated, Daza grabbed the shadow at his feet and threw it onto Anachronos.
The shadow of the bared fangs and claws quickly spread and tightly wrapped around the bronze dragon.
Anachronos's expression became complicated in an instant. He couldn't get rid of the entanglement of the shadow. He raised his hand with difficulty and said to Thrall: "Your target is me, right?"
Thrall's spell ended, and the dark shadow in the space door successfully descended, slowly leaning towards Anachronos, preparing to occupy his body and replace it.
Sal smiled ferociously and said:
"What makes you think that the object of my revenge is Dasa, just because he treated me like that? You are really a hopeless fool. There is no grudges in this world. There are only exchanges of interests. I hope you will die.
Learn lessons from it.”
Grudges, cause and effect, morality, are not important.
In front of a true king, nothing in this world is taken for granted.
Anachronos sighed deeply, his face extremely solemn, and he slowly opened his palm, revealing a golden hourglass.
The hourglass shattered, and countless golden light spots scattered, gathered not far away, and reorganized into a bronze dragon. Anachronos' soul escaped from the body and entered the new body, taking one last look.
The familiar body flapped its wings and flew away.
The shadow of darkness descended and occupied the dragon body of Anachronos. The entire dragon body was shrouded in the darkest darkness and let out a harsh roar.
Thrall said humbly: "Great Hellfire Lord Gross, are you satisfied with the body of this dragon? In the world of Azeroth, the dragon is one of the most powerful creatures."
Anachronos was betrayed in order to please the Adventer. After all, the body of First Emperor Dasa could not satisfy the Adventer.
The dragon hiding in the shadows made a neutral sound:
"Thall, there is no problem with your spell. Gros has been defeated by me. I responded to your call in his place. Thank you very much for giving me this strong dragon body."
Sal cautiously took a step back and asked, "Who are you?"
"Twilight Dragon, Eldraxion."
This is an unfamiliar name, but Thrall understands the origin of the twilight dragons. They are Deathwing's creations, the result of improvements to dragons, in order to get rid of the Titan's control of the dragons.
Thrall hurriedly hid behind the elemental lord Mordrak and said softly: "I have no grudges with Deathwing. We are not enemies. I am very willing to become friends with the Twilight Dragon."
Azdraxion flew into the air: "Thall, thank you for helping me come down. Let's say goodbye." After that, he flapped his wings and flew away.
Thrall looked gloomy. He thought he would get a powerful help, but now even Anachronos has escaped, which made him feel helpless.
But the mission ordered by the divine envoy must be completed. Thrall gritted his teeth and said: "Azeroth is waiting for our rescue. We must complete the mission."
First Emperor Dasa said coldly: "Saar, you know what I ask for!"
Thrall nodded helplessly: "I will beg the angel to help you find your lost memory, but don't forget, there are some bottom lines that are best not to be touched."
Dasa said quietly: "More than 10,000 years have passed, and there is nothing I can't let go of. What has passed is just a glimpse of clouds and smoke, just as a memory in my heart."
Under the pyramid stands a dark portal, leading directly to the Twilight Trial.
Sal retreated to the back and said righteously:
"For Azeroth, everyone must contribute their part. It's time to show your loyalty to Azeroth, warriors, move forward."
First Emperor Dasa looked directly at Sal and shot out two strange rays of light: "Great savior, as you wish."
Sal's eyes became blurry for a moment.
"What did you do to Thrall?" Hagra asked warily.
Mogoole took a step forward and whispered:
"Don't disturb Daza. This magic is very labor-intensive. It requires weaving a false illusion to make Thrall mistakenly believe that the mission has been completed. If you forcefully stop it, you will have to actually fight the Twilight believers, and you may all die."
Hagra the Windbinder and Mordrak, the Elemental Lord, both of whom have no loyalty to Thrall, are certainly happy to see this scene.
It's just that Hagra has doubts in her heart. Although she doesn't know much about illusion magic, she knows that she must know enough about the real world to weave an illusion that is real.
Could it be that Daza has already colluded with the Twilight's Hammer?
In the illusion, Thrall saw several people filing into the portal. Hagra and Mordrac both had complex expressions of helplessness and obedience, Mulgore was expressionless, and Daza was extremely confident.
After a while after several people entered, it was judged based on the enslavement scroll that Hagra, Modrok and Mulgore were all safe. Thrall realized that there was no ambush inside, and then calmly entered the portal.
As in the information, Twilight Trial is a cold world, the sky is covered with fiery red clouds, the earth is quiet, covered with white snow, and the skeletons of countless dragons can be seen.
There is a tall building in the distance, which looks very abrupt in the open wilderness.
That is the Wyrmrest Temple occupied by the Twilight's Hammer.
The First Emperor Dasa is floating in mid-air, his clothes fluttering, guiding a powerful magic.
Mogole whispered:
"Look, the invincible legion of the ancient Zandalari Empire is about to appear across Azeroth. It was the most glorious era. Even the ancient gods did not dare to be enemies with Zandalari. It was the greatest era, Titan
The guardians are willing to be slaves, Odin crawls under the throne, and the Zandalar Empire is glorious."
A golden portal opened, and ancient war drums sounded.
The portal is extremely wide, like a dam.
With a loud rumbling sound, a golden torrent rushed out of the portal. The first thing Thrall saw were countless golden golems, each of them over a hundred meters tall. The largest ones were taller than Wyrmrest Temple.
Be huge.
Then came the Loa Legion, tens of thousands of Loa in animal form. Even the weakest one was a hundred times more powerful than Loa Razan, the King of Kings.
In this terrifying golden torrent, Longmian Temple was instantly submerged.