The soul-stealer Haka is worthy of being a god, and he has already guessed Yekia's purpose.
You don't need to go deep into Yejia's heart, you just need to collect enough information, such as the origins of the people present, their emotions, expressions, tiny details, some rumors, etc.
As long as there is enough information, enough detail, and is summarized and analyzed in the correct way, we can make an accurate judgment close to the truth. This is the mystery of the omniscience and omnipotence of God.
Haka's voice was a little erratic:
"Times have changed, Yejia. Even if I bring a clone to this world, I will have to pay a huge price, and the pay and gain will be out of proportion. This is the real reason why I refuse to come. And you are just a mortal, you
Seeing and experiencing it is enough to satisfy you."
A golden hourglass floated out of Haka's mouth and slowly landed in front of Yejia.
"Go, this is the time beacon of that lost history. It belongs to your companion, the era of First Emperor Dasa's father. He is the most noble mortal in that period of history, but the tragedy is by no means his fault alone. Go and witness it.
, go through it and get back such a powerful weapon easily."
Then, Haka let out a series of weird laughter, which made people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts:
"Mortal life has no meaning. The so-called glorious and great dynasty is just a withered flower blooming on the bones. The corpses of countless people are piled together to forge the throne on the mountain. The false praise is just the last groan of the dead. When
When there are no more living people to sacrifice, the dynasty will collapse, and the once-high-ranking royal family will eventually become lowly and ignorant slaves, spurned by others, and oppressed."
As Haka's figure became fainter and fainter, the strange sound became more and more distant. When the blood moon disappeared, Yejia got up from the ground, holding the golden hourglass in his hand.
Dasa's eyes were blazing, as if he were looking at his own life, and he asked excitedly:
"Can we really go back?"
Thrall smiled ferociously and said: "Haha, the bronze dragon is just a slave of the orcs. As long as there is a time and space beacon, we can go back to that mysterious era and the crazy golden army. I am so envious that it will soon become mine."
That’s it.”
Dasa was secretly amused. The Golden Army was just a figment of Thrall's fantasy. Regarding that ancient dark history, Dasa's memory had been erased, so how could he summon the Golden Army?
Mulgore Goldenhoof, Hagra the Windbinder, and Elemental Lord Modrok also showed a strong interest in experiencing a forgotten history across time. This opportunity is rare.
Everyone returned to the Cave of Time. Anachronos carefully held the golden hourglass, inspected it carefully, nodded and said:
"This is indeed a time beacon belonging to the Zandalar Empire. I can send you there."
After saying that, Anaclos glanced at Thrall cautiously:
"I will give you a time beacon of this era. You only need to turn the hourglass upside down and you can come back. Because of well-known reasons, I will not accompany you this time."
Thrall threatened coldly: "Anachronos, son of Nozdormu, if you dare to trick us, I will slaughter all the bronze dragons of that era."
Anaclos shrank his head and said carefully: "No, we are friends."
"Yes, we have always been good friends." Sal said with a ferocious smile.
Anachronos gathered many adult bronze dragons and cast spells on the platform in the center of the Caverns of Time. As the time beacon of the Zandalari Empire reversed, the golden sand continued to drip. When all the fine sand fell to the bottom
At the bottom, a golden portal opens.
Countless sounds came from the portal, as if tens of thousands of people were noisy, occasionally mixed with high-pitched praises, echoing for a long time.
Anachronos was secretly surprised, he had never encountered such a situation before.
Dasa couldn't wait any longer and was the first to enter the portal.
Then came Yejia who was eager to restore the country, Mulgore Goldenhoof with a cold expression, Hagra the Windbinder, Mordrak the elemental lord, and Thrall was the last to enter the portal.
The warm sea breeze blows on your face, and you can see the blue ocean in the distance.
Dasa felt like he was standing on a high platform, with golden stone slabs under his feet. The white jade-carved railings were inlaid with magic gems the size of human heads, which glowed in the daytime.
A familiar feeling came to his mind, and the erased memory showed traces of recovery. Dasa couldn't help but raise his head. His heart was filled with shock, and scenes from the past reappeared in his mind.
"Oh my God!"
Windbinder Hagra exclaimed, pointing to a row of gems inlaid on the railing: "This is the eye of the sea beast. A fist-sized one can be sold for millions of gold coins."
Dasa pointed to the top of his head and said, "Look up."
Hagra the Windbinder raised his head, and immediately felt dizzy.
A towering mountain peak stands in front of you. This mountain peak is too high and looks like a huge pyramid. Only the part under the white clouds can be seen, which is covered with palace-like buildings.
Dasa's people were located on a platform at the foot of the mountain. Compared with this mountain peak, they were so small that they couldn't even be counted as ants.
Mulgore scratched his head and asked, "I don't remember there being such a high mountain in the world of Azeroth."
Dasa's memory was gradually recounted, and he said loudly:
"This is not a mountain. This is the most glorious achievement of the Zandalari Empire. The result of hundreds of thousands of years of hard work. It is the crystallization of highly developed magic and supreme wisdom. It is still under construction. She is the capital of the Zandalari Empire.
, the city that reaches the sky.”
Elemental Lord Modrok raised his head hard, but still couldn't see the top, and asked curiously: "How high is this building?"
"More than 32,000 meters, covering an area of more than 10,000 Orgrimmar." Daza replied.
"Thirty thousand? Ten thousand Orgrimmar?"
Mordrake, who had transformed into a human form, began to clasp his fingers.
Thrall sneered and said: "So that's the case. No wonder the Guzandala Empire has the terrifying Golden Army. With such a great city, you can imagine how developed it is in this era."
A white light flashed, and an old man in white robes appeared in front of everyone. His face was as handsome as that of the night elf, with fair skin, but he had a pair of fangs that were not sharp, and he wore gemstone rings on all ten fingers.
He is kind and speaks a strange language.
Although Sal and others did not understand, they felt the old man's kindness.
The First Emperor Dasa stepped forward and communicated fluently with the old man.
After being transformed by Robbie, Dasa's appearance was completely different, more like a modern Zandalari troll. The old man did not recognize Dasa as a member of his own tribe at all.
Daza turned to Thrall and explained: "This is a priest from the Zandalari Empire, and he invited us to live in the inn."
Thrall asked curiously: "Does this guy have fanged night elves?"
Daza shook his head: "No, he is a Zandalari troll."
"Damn it, do you think I'm blind?" Sal retorted angrily.
"Times have changed, Sal, and the appearance of the race will also change." Dasa was unwilling to explain more and explained in common language:
"My father is very hospitable, especially welcomes strange-looking foreigners like us. Yes, I will be able to see my father soon, the great Emperor Atta."