Thrall and others were hiding in a secret villa near the City of Babel.
It was owned by a high-ranking Zandalari priest. When Thrall and other foreign nobles came, they had to give up the villa and the twelve Zandalari beauties in the face of absolute strength.
Thrall originally thought that he could hide in the villa and wait for the situation to unfold. After Hakkar, the Soul Reaver, messed up the Zandalari Empire and left with satisfaction, he went out to look for super weapons.
What's not good is that Yejia sent several priests and a large number of Zandalari mages to "friendly" invite Thrall and others into the City of Heaven.
Thrall, Windbinder Hagra, and Elemental Lord Mordrac were all invited. Only Mulgore went out to inquire for information and successfully escaped.
"You bastard Yejia, you want us to look good."
Thrall yelled angrily. Of course he understood the meaning of Yejia's move. In this era, with the support of Hala, the Soul Reaver, Yekia was the most powerful person in Zandalari.
Even more than Emperor Atta.
Unfortunately, Thrall could not refuse, so he could only follow the priest into the city of Babel uneasily, and was forced to participate in this conspiracy.
Thrall still has the last support, the returning hourglass is in his arms.
The only thing that can't be explained is that Sal's choice of hiding place is extremely clever. This villa is a palace built in secret, and outsiders don't know about it. How did Yejia know?
Unless one of their own betrays their position.
When Mogore came back from inquiring about the news, he learned that Sal and others had been invited away by the priests sent by Yejia. He breathed a long sigh of relief and whispered:
"Dasa, as you wish, Sal and others have gone to the City of Babel."
First Emperor Dasa came out of the shadows: "Saar is a dangerous person. If I don't let Yejia hold him back, it's hard to guarantee that my plan will not be ruined."
Mogaolei looked at the towering city of Tongtian in the distance: "What are your plans?"
Daza said with a solemn expression: "My father sacrificed half of the people of Zandalari to Hakkar the Soul Reaver. In fact, this is nothing at all."
Mulgore smiled and said: "Yes, with the excellent reproductive ability of the Zandalar people, the population will be able to recover in less than fifty years, and they will definitely not be overwhelmed by the city and the country as recorded in history."
"So Hakkar must have other conspiracies. If you were Hakkar, what would you do?" Dasa asked.
Mulgore quickly assumed the role of Hakkar and said with a cruel smile:
"Azeroth has such rich and colorful life and countless delicious souls. How can I be satisfied with just tens of millions of Zandalar people?"
"That's exactly it." Dasa said sadly: "My father is in the game, but he is the one who is most deceived. Even if he understands, he can't change anything."
"What are your plans to fight against Hakkar?" Mulgore asked in confusion.
Daza looked to the north of the City of Heaven, in the direction of Nazmir, to the towering Titan building hidden in the mist, at Uldir in the Heart of Darkness.
"Blood God G'huun." Dasa whispered.
Mulgore and Daza looked at the north together: "I remember you said that G'huun was the enemy you had been fighting your whole life, and you had to go through great lengths to re-seal it."
Dasa nodded and smiled bitterly:
"I just didn't expect that it would be me who released G'huun and Mulgore. I need your help. As long as we cooperate, we will be able to do it."
Mulgore's expression was a bit strange:
"When it comes to releasing evil gods, I do have some experience."
As soon as they entered the City of Babel, Thrall and the other three were imprisoned in a dark dungeon. They were given vulgar food every day, mainly rotten plant roots that were difficult to eat.
Hagra the Windbinder and Elemental Lord Mordrac were able to survive, but Thrall couldn't. After only starving for the third day, he had to lose his dignity as a savior. The rancid prison food was extremely sweet, but it was too little.
Well, Sal ate three portions and still wasn't full.
Hunger tortured Sal, making his temper even more irritable, and he also thought about many things.
Finally, Yejia appeared outside the cell. He was wearing a noble priest's robe, and his whole body was inlaid with magic gems. It was as bright as a human-shaped torch. The diamond inlaid on the ring was more than one meter in diameter, like a small sun.
So dazzling.
"Isn't this the great savior Thrall?"
Yejia said sarcastically:
"You seem to be in good spirits. I heard that all great people have to endure hardship before they grow. I am very willing to help you."
Sal hurriedly rushed towards the cell door: "Yekiya, you should understand that I was betrayed. It must be Dasa. He colluded with Mogore to betray my whereabouts. They must have a plan."
Yejia chuckled: "I know more about the Guzandala Empire than you do. Dasa must have summoned the blood god G'huun with Mogore to try to fight against the powerful Soul Reaver Hakkar."
"I will help you." Thrall begged: "I will definitely stop Daza and Mulgore."
"Do you want to change history?" Yejia smiled.
Thrall shook his head: "No one knows the true face of this period of history. As long as G'huun is prevented from being resurrected, even if it is only for a period of time, Hakkar the Soul Reaver can fulfill his wish. I am willing to do it."
Yejia sarcastically said again:
"Look at this humble orc, he is the culprit who destroyed the dream in my heart. Well, Thrall, if you want to get the Zandalari super weapon, go to Nazmir, stop the First Emperor Dazar, and prevent them from releasing the Blood God.
G'Horn."
Sal was grateful and finally saw the light of day again with the help of Yejia.
A few days later, Sal and the three of them were walking hard in the muddy swamp.
Nazmir, shrouded in mist, is filled with muddy swamps.
Hagra the Windbinder tried to use flying magic, but the power of Blood God G'huun affected the surrounding magic. The magic occasionally failed, and Thrall almost fell to his death.
There are many Zandalari trolls living in the swamp. They escaped from the oppressed Zandalari Empire and would rather endure a hard life than accept the rule of Emperor Attar.
"Damn Yekiya, he is just a despicable villain, how can he be compared with my great savior." Sal kept cursing Yekiya along the way.
Hagra looked at the tired Thrall and suggested: "Maybe we should take a rest and then continue on our way."
Sal immediately fell to the ground, panting violently, and seemed unwilling to get up.
"Yekiya is using me, hoping that I can stop G'huun, but I am the great savior Thrall, and I cannot be controlled by him. I must let him down."
Modrok, who had been silent all this time, whispered: "I think Yejia has expected that you will do this. This is exactly his purpose."
Thrall glared at Modrok fiercely. He hadn't expected it, but the fatigue on his body was real and he really didn't want to move:
"You simply don't understand that if you want to obtain a super weapon, you must summon the Blood God G'huun."
Looking at the puzzled expressions of the two people, Sal looked slightly satisfied and said:
"Even if all the races in Azeroth are destroyed, Emperor Atta will not frown. What he cares about most is his throne. Hakkar will probably maintain this bottom line, but Blood God G'huun is different. If G'huun
En escaped the seal, the Zandalari mutated into blood trolls, and the hundreds of thousands of years of kingship were challenged, so Emperor Atta will definitely use super weapons to destroy G'huun."