The Twilight's Hammer tried its best to resist, but it was like a mantis blocking a cart.
A figure bathed in holy light rose into the air. It was none other than Archbishop Benedictus. He fired several spears of holy light in succession, but unfortunately it could not damage the golem even half a cent.
Helpless, Benedictus used the power of shadow, summoned a void ball the size of a house, and struggled to defeat a golem, but was immediately swallowed up by more golems.
After "seeing" the death of Benedictus with his own eyes, Thrall sneered: "Benedictus was indeed studying the power of shadow in secret. His death brought me relief."
Several tall demon statues surrounded the Longmian Temple, constantly inhaling. The Twilight believers hiding in the temple were sucked into the air, struggled hard, and fell wailing.
The battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour, and no Twilight believers appeared again. The golem's eyes shot out golden flames, burning all the corpses.
First Emperor Dasa roared, and the invincible golden army began to retreat and returned to the portal.
The golden portal slowly closed. First Emperor Dasa was a little tired and fell back to the ground. He said in a low voice:
"There are no living creatures in Longmian Temple, and all the mechanisms have been destroyed."
Sal laughed, this was much easier than planned.
"I like this feeling of crushing the enemy. It reminds me of the battle with the Kingdom of Lordaeron. King Terenas at that time was as vulnerable as these Twilight believers. And the king of Silvermoon City
, what a Sun Chaser, he was decapitated by me in just one turn. Not to mention Antonidas, the great magister of Dalaran, it was simply a joke. I defeated him with one finger and ate his brains.
."
Thrall boasted all the way and entered the Wyrmrest Temple arrogantly. It could be seen that Thrall had been prepared for a long time and was quite familiar with this place. He walked straight into Benedictus' room.
"Red Dragon Queen Alexta is one of my mounts. I am more familiar with Wyrmrest Temple than at home. It is like a noble's stable. If I remember correctly, there is a treasure house here."
The spacious treasure pavilion was not as magnificent as imagined, but instead filled with countless books. Thrall ignored these precious magic books and picked up a golden disk.
"Look at this little toy, the Demon's Soul, the shackles that the Dragon Clan made for itself. Legend has it that Luo Ning successfully destroyed the Demon's Soul. I already knew this was a lie."
First Emperor Dasa's expression was solemn. Could it be that Thrall's goal was the Demon's Soul?
Contrary to expectations, Thrall put Demon's Soul aside:
"This thing is useless. The Dragon Clan is definitely not a fool. I guess they have already found a way to deal with it. What I need to get is another treasure."
There is a black box placed at the very end of the Treasure Pavilion, which was originally imprisoned by powerful magic. Unfortunately, these imprisoning magics were destroyed by the Zandalari Golden Army.
There was an ominous atmosphere in the box. Sal happily opened the box and took out a strange-looking dagger.
"Haha, I finally got it, Xal'atath. The Blade of the Dark Empire, made of the claws of the ancient god, in which the broken will of the fifth ancient god Xal'atath rests."
"Is this really Xal'atath?" First Emperor Dasa asked in panic. His expression was just right. After all, Xal'atath was once the god of the trolls.
Thrall said gloomily: "Yes, as long as I have this dagger, I can command all the trolls and have the capital to compete with Garrosh. I will be the new first emperor of the trolls."
Over the course of tens of thousands of years, the troll clan has been scattered throughout Azeroth, forming countless ethnic groups. They are all very different from their appearance to their living habits, and have never been unified.
As one of the native races of Azeroth, the overall number of trolls is actually quite considerable, far exceeding the orcs of Orgrimmar.
First Emperor Dasa shook his head and said: "Today's troll tribes are independent, and there is no unified desire in their blood. Even if you have this dagger, it is impossible to command all the trolls."
Thrall looked at Dasa disdainfully:
"That's because you don't know how to use this dagger. The dark power of Xalata can make all trolls hear her whispers. Of course, this requires a series of complicated operations, including helping Xalata
Si regains his strength. Although you are the First Emperor Dasa, even if this dagger is given to you, you will not be able to unify the trolls."
Daza's face turned pale. Although he hoped that the trolls could unify and form a huge empire, if they were ruled by the ambitious Thrall, it would almost be the end of the trolls.
That represents countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless trolls have sacrificed their lives for Thrall's ambition.
Sal was very proud, playing with the dagger, suddenly scratched his head, and said in confusion:
"Strange, why I didn't get a response? Could it be that the dagger has been replaced?"
Thrall rolled his eyes: "Impossible, there is no safer place than the Twilight Trial. I am obviously the chosen one, why am I not recognized."
First Emperor Dasa was worried that there would be a flaw, so he reminded: "Perhaps Xalatas has not yet recovered his strength and cannot communicate with you."
Sal nodded convincingly:
"That's right, after all, she has been sealed for too long. You know, Dasa, from the first time I saw you, I knew that you and I are the same kind, equally cruel, and have no bottom line. We can cooperate, and then I will dominate Ai
Xerath becomes the Beast Emperor, and you become the ruler of Outland."
Making promises is one of the ways to win people's hearts. Dasa, who is deeply immersed in the ways of the emperor, will naturally not take it to heart and just smile enigmatically.
"Okay, let's leave this broken little world." Sal raised the dagger in his hand: "We still have a lot of things to do."
The group left the Twilight Trial and emerged from the portal under the Blood Pyramid.
In the real world, Thrall is still confused.
Dasa took out a gem filled with golden light from his arms, and everyone's attention was immediately attracted. Even the well-informed Mulgore Golden Hoof also had a greedy face.
"This is the Greedy Diamond, created by a Loa who is good at deceit and lies. It has no power in itself. It can turn into what people want, and it is alive. It likes to talk very much. Its flaw is that it chatters incessantly and is very noisy.
."
Daza put the Greedy Diamond into Thrall's hands, transforming it into a weird-looking Blade of the Dark Empire.
In the illusion, Thrall's vision went dark when he passed through the portal. When the light returned to his vision, he found that several people around him were looking greedily at the dagger in his hand.
"Don't think about it. The Ancient God is very dangerous. Without the guidance of the Moon Goddess Elune, you will definitely be bewitched by her."
Sal looked at everyone warily. At this moment, a woman's voice came from the dagger:
"Weak poor thing! Godfather Twilight doesn't dare to use me because he understands the cost of failure, but you are different. We can do great things. Pick me up, I will temporarily... help you
."
Thrall couldn't help but be happy when he heard the sound of the dagger.
"The plane barrier here is very weak and can be easily torn apart. Do you know what will happen when the real shadow and holy light meet here?" The dagger made a sound again.
Sal shook his head blankly.
"Idiot, you will all die, why don't you get out of here quickly."