The Dark Scepter was shattered, and the emperors of the Imperial Temple returned to their thrones and turned into dead souls again.
The Zandalar Emperor in black robes bowed slightly to Robbie and asked:
"I am the Emperor of the Kingdom of Zandalar. I only perform this courtesy for one thing."
It was not easy to make the noble Emperor of Zandalari bow his head. Robbie respected his pride and replied calmly:
"To create an undead, you must first sort out the memories of the undead. It is not difficult to delete or tamper with a small amount of memory. It would be very difficult to do it if it were a living person."
The Zandalar Emperor secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said cheerfully: "I'm not an Aqir?"
Robbie did not answer directly, but said: "False memories will always have flaws."
"Why does what that ugly priest said exactly match my memory?"
Robbie smiled and said: "He is the priest of Haka, and I pretend to be Haka to transmit messages."
The Zandalari Emperor once again regained his indifference and majesty.
"If it were really an Aqir, I would not be as vicious, ruthless, and heinous as you. I'm afraid they would do better." Robbie commented.
"Untouchables are not enough to implement benevolent policies. They need to be treated with severe punishment. They are just ants, why should we care!"
The Zandalari Emperor made a decisive move, and his body gradually turned into smoke.
Robbie didn't say anything. The past is in the past, and there is no point in pursuing it.
There was chaos outside Tongtian City, with countless people fighting.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew by, as if something was about to happen.
The chaotic people stopped struggling and screaming. At the same time, they felt something in their hearts. They held their breath and looked at the towering city of Tongtian.
Legend has it that it is 32,000 meters high. It represents hundreds of thousands of years of hard work by the Zandalari Empire. It is the greatest miracle in the history of Azeroth and the pride of the Zandalari people.
In front of everyone, it shattered like a bubble.
Gone.
there is none left.
At this moment, countless people's hearts were broken, they cried endlessly, and their tears gathered into rivers.
Nazmir, Blood Swamp.
Bang!
With a loud noise, G'huun's huge body fell heavily to the ground. His body was in a state of ruin, with almost all of his skin torn off, and his wriggling internal organs exposed in many places. The sharp fangs in his mouth were gone, leaving only
A dark hole.
Haka, the Soul Reaver, spread his wings and floated in the air, spitting out anger from his mouth and nose.
Just after entering the Blood Swamp, G'huun took advantage of the many arrangements here to try his best to deal with Hakkar, refusing to face a head-on confrontation, delaying some time.
After learning that the Seven Emperors of the Imperial Temple were resurrected, Haka realized that there was trouble in the City of Heaven and wanted to retreat, but G'huun took the initiative to entangle him, and the two sides fought fiercely.
After all, this is not Hakkar's main world, and there are many methods that cannot be used. Although G'huun was successfully damaged, the city of Babel has come to an end, and there is no way to save it.
Hakkar vented all his anger on G'huun.
"I really don't understand why you would help outsiders, wasting a clone in vain, and you get nothing."
G'huun smiled weakly and said: "When the seeds of blood are spread, as long as there are many believers, it is worth sacrificing even one clone."
Hakkar sneered: "It's a pity that you couldn't infect a Zandalari."
G'huun said: "My goal is not the city that reaches the sky."
Hakkar suddenly realized, and then discovered that the mistress Dasa and the resurrected blood trolls in the swamp were all gone.
At this moment, the carefully disguised Matron Daza entered a Zandalar city and secretly spread the blood plague.
At the same time there were thousands of resurrected blood trolls doing the same thing.
The Dark Scepter was destroyed, the appearance of the Zandalari people changed drastically, and the empire was in chaos. This was a good opportunity to spread the plague.
This plague will not strike immediately. According to G'huun, only selected people will have the opportunity to become blood trolls. This is just a seed planted.
Unexpectedly, he was deceived by G'huun. Haka grabbed G'huun's huge body and said, "But I have gained nothing. With your power, my blood power will go even further."
G'huun's huge body shattered into pieces, leaving only a head.
The broken body was continuously purified and impurities were driven out, and finally a piece of blood crystal the size of a human head was left, crystal clear, and Haka laughed:
"I feel a wonderful power. A new blood plague is about to be born. This is a plague that can destroy Azeroth. Since I can't get it, I can just let all living beings in Azeroth be destroyed."
The power from Hakkar himself merged with the essence of G'huun, and a new magic was born, with a highly contagious and almost fatal plague, the Corrupted Blood.
Dragging a ball of corrupted blood in his hand, Haka's face looked uncertain.
G'huun's head said mockingly:
"Soul Reaper Haka, your understanding of the power of blood is not as good as mine. Are you disappointed?"
Haka looked at the Corrupted Blood carefully and kept doing various calculations in his mind, but unfortunately he couldn't find a way.
G'horn continued:
"I had expected all this. Although the Corrupted Blood is strong, it can be removed with the most common cleaning spells, and your plague is useless."
The elemental power of Azeroth in this era is extremely active. Not only the Zandalari trolls, but most intelligent life forms can use magic to deal with the Corrupted Blood.
Haka rolled his eyes and produced more corrupted blood:
"Poor G'huun, you have forgotten one thing. The Zandalari Emperor does not allow people to learn magic. It is an ancient habit formed over hundreds of thousands of years. Do you know how strong this inertia is? It is deeply entrenched in every Zandalari.
Deep in the minds of the people, they would rather die than learn magic."
Bang!
What was left of G'huun's head exploded.
As Hakkar laughed arrogantly and triumphantly, the corrupted blood flew into the air and spread throughout the Zandalar Empire.
For other races in Azeroth, Corrupted Blood is useless.
But for the Zandalar trolls, this is the end of the world.
After the people of Celestial City dispersed, Hakkar left Azeroth, and the blood of corruption spread throughout the Zandalar Empire.
This is an extremely terrible plague. People infected with the plague turn green all over their bodies, and their corrupted blood continuously absorbs nutrients from their bodies. They usually die after seven days when the oil runs out and the lamp dries up.
This is also a plague that is easy to cure. Fire, frost, arcane, nature, holy light, and even shadow systems all have the ability to dispel magic and have miraculous effects on Corrupted Blood.
The City of Babel was not affected, and the priests and witch doctors easily eliminated the plague.
But the Zandalar people were infected by the plague in countless numbers.
Urda, the Moon Clan who followed Robbie to the City of Heaven, was so anxious that his eyes were red.
"The Zandalari are too stubborn. They would rather die than learn magic."
"Life and death matter." Robbie said simply.
"There must be a way." Urda was pacing back and forth anxiously, and suddenly his eyes lit up:
"Find Emperor Atta. Although he has lost the Dark Scepter, he is still the emperor of the Zandalari Empire. He only needs to issue a decree and order the people to learn magic to save most of the Zandalari people."
Robbie shook his head:
"This is meaningless. Look at what the priests and witch doctors said. They said this was divine punishment. Without the Dark Scepter, Emperor Atta would not dare to go against the habits of the people."
"No matter what, I'm going to give it a try."
Ulda then looked bitter, as Emperor Atta had been missing for many days.
Robbie took out a crystal ball and handed it to Urda.
There is a pointer in the center of the crystal ball that always points in one direction.
"This is the back-up plan of Loa. Emperor Atta gave up everything before leaving and only took away a key. The crystal ball is used to track the key."