Chapter 1316: Commentary on the merits and demerits of later generations
Emperor Gula showed a thoughtful expression, recalling the events before his death, his eyes widened suddenly, the corners of his mouth could not help but tremble, and saliva flowed down.
Emperor Atta smiled and said:
"Have you already remembered, you stupid fat pig? You have always loved delicious food in your life. You keep eating after you wake up. You sleep after eating every day and eat when you sleep. You especially like Zandalari food.
Heart meat eats thousands of Zandalari people every day.
"A team of the Burning Legion lost their way and strayed into the world of Azeroth. Most of them were wiped out by the Aspect Dragon, leaving only a remnant of less than a hundred people running around.
"Unfortunately, this deserter entered the City of Tongtian by mistake. You have never seen such a terrifying creature. He was so frightened that he trembled all over. He even ordered not to resist and surrendered."
Emperor Atta looked at the tens of millions of people below, and pointed at Emperor Gula who was looking away:
"The great Zandalari Empire, with tens of thousands of Loa gods, countless court mages, and powerful Golden Legion, unexpectedly surrendered to dozens of defeated soldiers of the Burning Legion.
"Although you helped them escape back to the world of Argus, the Burning Legion did not let you go and threw you into a frying pan."
Emperor Gula shed tears in pain: "I'm scared, I'm really scared, you don't understand."
Emperor Atta looked at him with pity:
"After that, the coordinates of the world of Azeroth were leaked, and the Burning Legion threatened many times. The humiliation of the Zandalar Empire began, and souls were sacrificed to the Burning Legion every year."
Emperor Atta, with a look of hatred on his face, shook his head and looked at the last resurrected emperor.
"Emperor Rast was fond of beauties throughout his life. Apart from collecting beauties from all races, he never cared about anything. Three thousand two hundred years ago, the Yaqirs were blessed by the power of the ancient gods and multiplied rapidly. They traveled all the way north to conquer cities and territories.
Approaching the city that reaches the sky.
"The main force of the Golden Army is still there, and there are tens of thousands of Loa gods. As the emperor of Zandalari, you actually opened the city and surrendered. The city of Tongtian was slaughtered and blood flowed into rivers. The Zerg plundered all the wealth and slaughtered most of the Zandalari people.
Later, they took you and your royal family members away. You lived in the Aziyaqi Empire for one hundred and thirty-nine years and suffered humiliation and torture, and only one skeleton was sent back."
Emperor Atta rebuked loudly:
"Later generations wrote this tragic history, they couldn't bear to look at it and found it difficult to write, so they compiled you into a great hero who was qualified to live in the imperial temple. It is really an incomparable irony. From then on, our Zandalari Empire will serve you every year
The Zerg tribe pays tribute and sends millions of dollars in taxes every year, all thanks to you."
Emperor Rust said in a trembling voice: "Junior, you don't understand anything. The Zerg are the great race and the hope of this world, and the Zandalari are a bunch of trash."
Robbie felt a deep sense of frustration.
With a history of hundreds of thousands of years, the Zandalar Empire cannot be a bunch of wimps, and there are many wise and mighty emperors among them.
Unfortunately, the Seven Emperors of the Imperial Temple are not among them.
As for the other emperors, Robbie didn't know where they were buried.
Wait, there is still a dead soul in the Emperor's Temple...
Denounced the crimes of the Seven Emperors of the Imperial Temple, Emperor Atta felt bursts of joy in his heart:
"Look, the suffering of the Zandalar Empire has come to an end. Hakkar the Soul Reaver will lead us to conquer the entire Azeroth. The Qiraji and the Burning Legion will all become our prisoners."
Emperor Atta said with a smile:
"Compared to the humiliation we have suffered, today's sacrifice is nothing. Yes, the Zandalari are a bunch of trash. You have no hope and future. Dedicate your flesh and blood to become the body for the birth of Hakkar's son. This is your
The only meaning of existence.”
Yejia was touched. He had already seen clearly the ugly faces of his people due to the setbacks he had suffered. Emperor Atta's words resonated with him.
"As a troll, I feel ashamed." Yejia strengthened his determination.
Emperor Atta returned to the throne: "Yekiya, you can continue."
A strange aura filled the surroundings.
Black clouds appeared in the sky for no apparent reason, covering the sky and giving off a strange aura. Even the blood cloud summoned by Haka was dim.
The dark wind gusted, and the sounds of fighting and iron horses came.
"I am really disappointed that the descendants of the Zandalari Empire are so poor."
There was no joy or anger, but a majestic voice came.
A black shadow appeared above the throne, wearing a robe as black as ink and a black crown on his head. His face was as sharp as a knife. A pair of sharp eyes slowly looked at everyone, looking at the faces of Yejia and Emperor Atta.
Stayed for a while longer.
Yejia felt a twinge of pain in his heart, as if a knife was stirring in his chest.
Emperor Atta screamed miserably, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he almost fell off the throne.
Thousands of Zandalari people felt the resonance, boiling blood surged into their hearts, and the crowd was passionate.
I don't know why, but just looking at the man in black robes, the Zandalar people feel peaceful in their hearts.
Yejia calmed down his inner annoyance. The man in black robe put great pressure on him. He noticed Emperor Atta waving quietly and hurriedly used magic to fly to the throne.
"Who is this person?" Yejia asked.
Emperor Atta's face was as golden as paper, and his sick body seemed unable to hold on any longer. He handed the dark scepter in his hand to Yejia's hand and made a weak voice:
"In the name of the great emperor, I order Yekiya to judge the ancestors on my behalf."
As soon as he came into contact with the dark scepter, Ye Jiya felt as if he was struck by lightning. Countless information came into his mind. He knew the identity of the man in black robe and asked with disbelief:
"It's really him."
Emperor Atta nodded and said weakly:
"With the Dark Scepter in hand, there is only one person in the history of Zandalari who can hurt me, the founder of the Zandalari Empire, the Dark Emperor Zandalari."
Emperor Atta was physically weak, so Yekiya could only exercise judicial power in his stead.
However, he did not expect that the person he was about to judge was the First Emperor of the ancient Zandala Empire.
The Zandalari Emperor took over power from the ancient god Sataras, named the Zandalari Empire after himself, and created a great chapter in history.
The Zandalari Emperor, who was dressed in black robes, looked at Yejia and frowned slightly:
"Foreigners have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the Zandalar Empire."
Yekiya said impassionedly: "I am not a foreigner, I am the Gurubashi troll, Yekiya, also known as Jindu the God Breaker."
The Zandalari Emperor looked solemn: "It turns out to be the power of time. People from the future world, do you really want to judge me? Judge the founder of the ancient Zandalari Empire?"
Yejia said categorically: "If you do something wrong, you must be judged, even if you are the first emperor of the Zandalari Empire."
Emperor Zandalari held his head high and said: "My life is worthy of anyone."
"Do you still want to hide it? The Dark Scepter has already told me everything."
Yejia's eyes were full of ridicule, his eyes wandering and he said:
"I saw, endless years ago, the tall pyramid hidden in the dense woods. The trolls who looked like me and had thick fangs suddenly woke up from numbness. The shackles in their hearts were lifted, and they looked blankly.
All around.
"The voice of Xalatath approaches, and she tells her people: You are free, and from now on you will not be bound, and you will live freely like all other nations.
"The trolls have strong physical fitness, a terrifying ability to regenerate severed limbs, and super magical talents. It is only a matter of time before they unify Azeroth."
Yejia looked at Emperor Zandalar with hatred: "It's a pity that you showed up."