There is a notice hanging in the most conspicuous place in the center of the city, stamped with the royal seal.
The notice was very long. It first gave a long speech about the praise of Emperor Atta, and then briefly introduced the progress of the city of Tongtian. The great kingdom of the gods was close at hand.
The gods appreciated Emperor Atta's kindness and wisdom, and passed down the oracle that half of the people of the Zandalar Empire, regardless of wealth or rank, would be chosen to enter the kingdom of the gods, and enjoy the same glory and wealth as the gods, and immortality.
"Anyone with the feathered serpent mark on the back of their right hand is a chosen one by the gods. They need to rush to the city of Tongtian as soon as possible and ascend to the kingdom of the gods. Failure to do so is blasphemy. Anyone who dares to stop them will be cursed."
Emperor Atta also comforted the citizens who were not chosen. The glory of the gods will soon come to everyone, and they only need to wait for a while.
Most of the Zandalari people were illiterate, so local scholars read the notices.
Those who listened to the notice were all free citizens in the city. They quickly checked their right hands. Sure enough, half of the people found the red mark of Quetzalcoatl on their right hands, and their faces suddenly became happy.
Regardless of whether there was a mark or not, the people knelt on the ground to thank Emperor Atta and the gods for their rewards.
In this city close to the sea, Robbie and Vanessa stayed for several days.
There are as many as a hundred species of aliens living here that will become extinct in later generations, many of which are magical creatures. Their unique magic arouses Robbie's interest.
The people who were not kneeling at the scene were all foreigners. Their status in this city was high, even higher than that of the local lords. Robbie noticed a strange face among the foreigners.
Slender and straight body, fair skin, handsome face.
Except for the lack of long ears, it looks very much like the night elves of later generations. Its pair of narrow eyes also has some characteristics of the upper elf.
Robbie was secretly surprised and felt incredible. According to time calculation, there should be no night elves in this era.
Seemingly feeling Robbie's gaze, the man turned around and looked at Robbie. He also felt incredible, so he walked towards Robbie and Vanessa.
"Why do I feel so familiar?"
The man looked at Robbie and Vanessa, recalled carefully for a while, and suddenly said:
"I lived in the north for a while. A kind of thin descendants emerged among the Vrykul people. King Ymiron ordered the slaughter of these deformed and weak descendants. I have helped some people escape. No offense intended. You and them
It’s really similar.”
Isn’t that the origin of humankind?
Robbie did not explain, but whispered: "I am Robbie Capor, who are you?"
The man introduced himself: "My name is Urda, a Moon Tribe living in the north of the Zandalar Empire."
"Moon Clan?" Robbie frowned secretly. Could it be related to the moon god Elune?
"We believe in the Blue Moon and the Blue Child. She has given us knowledge and magic." Urda said with a smile, and there is powerful magic power in his body.
There is a race that believes in the Blue Child of the Evil Moon. Don't they know that the Blue Child has long been imprisoned in the north by the moon god Elune?
"There is a pub with very good wine. Let's chat while drinking."
Urda led the way and entered a luxuriously decorated tavern.
The Zandalari Empire has very few entertainment venues, such as taverns and hotels, which are just for entertaining foreigners. Ulda seems to be a frequent visitor here, and the beautiful Zandalari maid brought a jar of fragrant wine.
"The wine of Zandalari is good, but the food cannot be complimented. A lot of it is the meat of slaves."
Urda did not ask for food, but took out a mushroom-like fungus from his arms, skillfully spread honey on it, and seemed to invite Robbie and the others to taste it.
Robbie and Vanessa didn't dare to try it, so they quickly took out the magic bread.
When Urda saw the magic bread, his eyes widened and he asked, "What kind of food is this? Why is there a faint flow of magic power?"
"Don't you know that magic can create food and drink?" Robbie asked, and then briefly introduced the magic bread's spelling principle.
Urda listened carefully and tried to cast the spell. He succeeded smoothly and said with joy:
"Thank you both for your generosity. It seems that I have to share my research results."
Urda was very grateful and said to himself, regardless of whether Robbie wanted to or not:
"Actually, I am an ancient scholar. I have been studying the bloodline of the Zandalari Empire for the past hundred years." Ulda took a bite of the homemade magic bread.
"The legend of the Moon Tribe is that we have the same origin as the Zandalari and are a branch of the Zandalari Empire. According to my research, the Zandalari once merged with the cannibals in the north. The cannibals are a ferocious and savage beast.
Biological creatures have disappeared in history, but strangely, the existing evidence does not support my inference."
Seeing Robbie showing some interest, Urda said enthusiastically:
"The evidence is the appearance. The ancient Zandalari are similar to us in appearance. If they merge with the ugly cannibals, their appearance should change drastically, instead of just adding tusks."
Robbie said seriously: "It is difficult for different races to produce offspring."
Urda paused, shrugged and said:
"Yes, this is another research direction of mine. There is evidence that the cannibals and Zandalari were originally the same race. They parted ways at a certain period of time, and then merged again. The history is really amazing."
The separation and integration of races is really a headache. Robbie quietly changed the subject:
"What do you think of the oracles in the realm of the gods?"
Urda looked nervous and said:
"To be honest, I feel the danger. Emperor Atta is a madman. He made his father into an undead creature and controls everything behind his back.
"The Zandalari Empire has a dark scepter that can protect the emperor from being harmed by his own people. Unfortunately, this scepter has a loophole, which is necromancy. Undead creatures are also considered living creatures, and they may be healthier than when they were alive.
The scepter cannot distinguish between harm and harm.”
Urda looked very unhappy and whispered: "I suspect that Emperor Atta sacrificed half of his citizens as sacrifices to some evil existence. I hope my suspicion is wrong."
Robbie and Vanessa's eyes met, and they saw each other's worry.
"It seems we must rush to the City of Babel as soon as possible." Robbie said.
"The City of Babel." Urda smiled and said, "That's a joke. You will know it soon."
The Zandalari people who had the mark on their right hand and were chosen prepared their own dry food and rushed to the city of Babel together. There were people along the way.
Robbie and Vanessa are foreign guests and can use the portal first.
Ulda loved to join in the fun, so he followed along all the way, and he and Robbie came to the City of Heaven.
After passing through the portal, Robby looked up at this great city.
The Zandalar Empire's hundreds of thousands of years of hard work, the stairs leading to the kingdom of the gods, countless hard work and sweat, the greatest architectural miracle in the history of Azeroth.
The city that reaches 32,000 meters to reach the sky.
Robbie had a wry smile on his face and murmured: "There really are lies that last for a hundred thousand years."
Vanessa looked up at this miracle city and said with certainty: "This can't be true."
"Yes, the so-called City of Heaven is only 130 meters high and covers an area similar to that of Dazar'alor in later generations. The rest are all illusions."
Robbie used the Eye of C'Thun to see through everything.
Such a low-level illusion cannot be concealed from aliens with powerful magical powers.
They can only deceive the simple Zandalari people.