"It's only been a few days, and the fangs are getting bigger and bigger, and the skin is as rough as sand."
Emperor Atta looked at the reflection in the water and stroked the two thick fangs that were sticking out.
"Dirty cannibal blood, disgusting." Emperor Atta cursed in disgust.
After being wrapped up in the crowd and away from the City of Babel, Emperor Atta headed in one direction. He only needed to overcome a few difficulties, such as solving the food problem, and everything would get better.
There is a secret cave not far from the City of Babel, which contains a large amount of supplies, and an ancient portal that leads to the far south.
A paradise outside the Zandalar Empire.
A secret palace was built there, and a large group of loyal servants were prepared to ensure that Emperor Atta would still live a life of glory and wealth for the next few hundred years.
Emperor Atta touched the key in his underwear pocket, which was the certificate to open the portal.
It was originally only less than a day's journey, but unfortunately Emperor Atta seldom walked on his own, so it took him three days to reach it, and he was very hungry.
A troll wearing a pointed hat sat on the roadside and looked at Emperor Atta who was passing by.
The pointed hat is the symbol of tax collectors, a group of people who help the king collect taxes. Unfortunately, Emperor Atta did not know them.
"Hey, what about you, old man, it's time for you to pay your taxes." The tax collector stood up and greeted.
Emperor Atta was furious and forgot his situation for a moment:
"Asshole, do you want to die? Do you know who you are talking to?"
The tax collector looked at Emperor Atta in a nonchalant manner, suddenly raised his fist and hit Emperor Atta hard on the face.
Emperor Atta felt his eyes go dark, half of his teeth fell off, and his mouth was full of blood. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up, whining and making no sound.
The tax collector grabbed Atta's feet and dragged him along:
"The mausoleum of the great Emperor Atta is under construction and is in urgent need of manpower. I don't care who you are. You are just a bitch and you still dare to yell at me."
Urda held the crystal ball and tracked the location of Emperor Atta.
It's close, it's almost there.
Urda raised his head and saw a mausoleum under construction.
Countless figures are busy, including many tall structures carrying huge stones. It seems that the project is nearing completion.
Urda noticed that those figures with sharp fangs were working extremely hard, but there was not a trace of sweat on their bodies.
"Undead creatures." Ulda was secretly surprised.
This is the construction site of the Rest of the Kings on the top of Mujaba Mountain.
Urda traced the key's location and pointed it to a young troll.
Whether they are royal families or commoners, or witch doctors and priests, the Zandalari have become fanged monsters.
The strange thing is that this young man in gorgeous clothes still has a delicate face and his fangs are not visible.
A large group of aliens gathered around the young man, most of them undead creatures, holding whips in their hands, and they seemed to be overseers.
The young man was playing with a shiny golden key in his hand.
Urda stepped forward unceremoniously and asked: "Where are you from?"
The young man looked up at Urda and said expressionlessly: "The slave was found."
"Do you know what this key means?" Urda asked.
The young man was very unhappy: "Do you know who I am? I am the noble Prince Dasa."
The undead aliens surrounded them, but Urda relied on his powerful magic and was not afraid:
"Your Highness, do you know what happened in Tongtian City?"
Dasa looked confused.
The Zandalari Empire is in chaos. Prince Dazar's intelligence network has long since failed. He is surrounded by undead and has no idea what happened in the City of Heaven.
Ulda tried his best to briefly introduce the recent events and the missing Emperor Atta. Prince Dasa's expression was gloomy and uncertain.
"You mean, the people of Zandalari have turned into monsters with fangs?"
Urda nodded: "Yes."
Prince Dasa pointed at his face: "Why haven't I changed?"
Ulda thought for a long time: "Perhaps the emperor's blood in your body is extremely rich."
Prince Dasa couldn't calm down anymore. He paced back and forth for a long time before saying:
"Before, you could only become a monster if you were branded as a slave. Now my father has become one of the slaves. The slaves sent in the past few days have not become undead, but how should I find him?"
Prince Dasa summoned the slaves sent in recent days, more than 500 of them. The hard work of the past few days has already made them look deformed. It is impossible to judge from their appearance. The slave brand has made them lose their consciousness and their memory is blurred. Ur
Da asked one by one, but failed to find Emperor Atta.
"Prince Dasa, there is only one way now."
Urda said seriously:
"I only need to collect a drop of blood from you, and I can detect the concentration of the Emperor's blood in these slaves. The Emperor's blood flowing in your father's body must be much richer than that of ordinary people."
Prince Dasa stretched out his right hand: "Why don't you act quickly?"
A drop of bright red blood flows in the jade plate, and as countless symbols flash, Prince Dasa's head shines with dazzling golden light, which represents the rich and pure imperial blood.
Urda approached the five hundred slaves holding a jade plate.
The strange thing is that no light appears above the heads of the slaves.
"How is this possible?"
Urda tried all the slaves, but still had no effect.
"According to the history of Zandalari, the Zandalari are the descendants of cannibals and royal blood. They should more or less have the blood of the emperor. Why is this so?"
Urda scratched his head and said in confusion:
"But the experimental results tell me that none of the Zandalar people, including your father, have a single trace of Imperial blood on their bodies. What went wrong? Who is lying."
Ulda stared at Prince Dasa: "Why are you different from them?"
Dasa sat in a chair blankly, and after a long while he murmured:
"All Zandalari were born in temples, but I was not."
"Huh?" Urda looked surprised.
"My mother died of illness early. My father told me that I was born in the Blood Swamp. My father was on a tour at that time and had no time to return to the temple..."
Dasa suddenly thought of something, and a strange color flashed in his eyes:
"When I was a child, I discovered that my appearance was different from that of my father and brothers, which led to me being bullied. My father used me very seriously at first, but later gave up and assigned me to build a mausoleum here. Could it be that I was picked up?
of?"
Dasa's eyes turned red and he started to cry.
Ulda put her hand on his shoulder with deep sympathy and asked:
"What do you have in mind next?"
Dasa wiped his tears: "The King's Rest is almost completed. I want to end the project here as soon as possible and return to the City of Tongtian to take charge of the overall situation."
"Where are those slaves?" Urda pointed to more than 500 slaves.
Dasa said gloomily: "Follow the rules and be buried."
After that, Ulda traveled throughout Zandalar and came to a terrible conclusion.
The Zandalari imperial clan has become extinct, and Prince Dazar may be the last descendant.
Today's Zandalari are actually cannibals, and the Zandalari Empire exists in name only.
What is recorded in the Dark Scepter may not be true...
A seaside city in the Zandalar Empire.
The blood of corruption spread, and a large number of Zandalari died.
There was no time to move the corpse, and a foul smell filled the city. Thrall was so angry that he flew into a rage.
"If Corrupted Blood is the super weapon of the Zandalari Empire, what's the point of us fighting life and death?"