Lore

"Surrender or die." Galen offered Xal'atath only two choices.

"You want me to surrender to you with just the Holy Light? You don't understand the greatness of the void at all. It's impossible for me to have a second master!" Xal'atath displayed considerable defiance, which Galen had not anticipated.

Persuading her to surrender proved futile, so Galen resorted to his final option: to use the Heart of Origin to compel her into becoming his follower... Xal'atath could only be regarded as a weapon now. Even if it was a weapon imbued with a soul, it could not be considered a living being, and the power of control was difficult to exert effectively. Then Galen reconsidered: since she was not a living being now, then he would turn her into one!

"Ah! Stop! I surrender! From now on, you are my second master!" The invasion of holy energy caused Xal'atath excruciating pain. The ancient god-sister, who had been so stubborn moments before, immediately changed her tune, admitting Galen as her second master after the Lord of the Void.

Galen inwardly sneered at her words. Anyone who believed the promises of the Ancient Gods was a fool. Galen was a plot-oriented individual and knew everything about Xal'atath's past.

To corrupt the universe, the Lord of the Void had launched light and darkness-sensitive parasites, known as the Ancient Gods, into the infinite void. These seeds, as endless as meteorite swarms, would lodge, corrupt, and then develop on planets with life when they encountered them. Azeroth lay on the edge of the vast universe. When this group of seeds arrived in Azeroth, only five remained. They had received no replenishment during their long journey, so under the leadership of the strongest, Y'Shaarj, they shared and devoured the weakest, Xal'atath. After that, the four remaining Old Gods parasitized the planet Azeroth and established their Dark Empire.

However, the devoured Xal'atath did not completely perish. Her remaining will revived within the scattered ruins. These remnants formed the sharp dagger in Galen's hand, which was why Sachiel had not recognized the dagger's material. For the next hundreds of thousands of years, Xal'atath remained dormant, surviving the fall of the Dark Empire, the departure of the Titans, and the immense changes in the Guardian system. There were no records of her until the rise of the trolls.

She found a troll witch doctor named Zandu. Xal'atath promised to give him endless power to rule the world, but in the end, she bewitched Zandu into summoning General Kith'ix, a servant of the Old Gods. This colossal General Kith'ix was one of the two Old Gods' servants sent by Loken to hunt down Tyr. To cover the large army migrating south, Tyr chose to self-destruct to stop them. One of them was killed on the spot, while this Old God servant named Kith'ix fled to the Zandalari Mountains in the southwest with serious injuries and fell into a long slumber. The awakened Kith'ix gathered the remaining Aqir Zerg and built an empire called Az'Aqir to wage war. The nearest civilization at that time was the Zandalari Troll Empire, and they chose to destroy this civilization to please the Old Gods. This was a famous war between trolls and insectoids in the history of Azeroth, which established the fame of the three troll tribes: the Amani, the Gurubashi, and the Drakkari. At the same time, it also divided the powerful Aqir insects into three parts. It can be said that Xal'atath's influence has continued from ancient times to the present.

Of course, Xal'atath also caused the dwarves to split, but compared with the war between the Zandalari and the Aqir, if Emperor Thaurissan had not madly summoned Ragnaros to appear and altered the geographical environment of the central part of the Eastern Kingdoms, the Three Hammers Civil War would have been nothing more than a minor skirmish. It can be said that this weapon is extremely ominous, and anyone who gets it will not have a good ending. Of course, that is for other people; Galen is not one of them.

And Xal'atath is not Galen's only choice. The souls of Yogg-Saron and C'Thun are still lying in the Altar of Kings. If he wanted to understand the secrets of the Void, he could simply extract their memories. However, Galen had not yet resolved the internal crisis of Azeroth, and the threat of the Burning Legion had not been lifted. Talking about the Void was still too far away. Therefore, facing Xal'atath, he had nothing pressing to do and might as well have some fun. After all, it was one of the few artifacts in Azeroth that could speak. For collectors, they could even play mahjong if they gathered them all.

Another thing was that Galen suspected that Xal'atath was not the fifth Ancient God as rumored. She was just a pitiful soul trapped in the remains of the fifth Ancient God. Or perhaps she was truly the revival of the will of the fifth Ancient God. If so, then Xal'atath was at most a secondary Ancient God at the level of the Fury. What the truth was remained unknown, so it would be interesting to simply assume that she was the fifth Ancient God.

Thinking of this, Galen stopped what he was doing and ceased inputting Holy Light power into the dagger. Moreover, as if he believed in Xal'atath's surrender, he patted her blade and comforted her, "As long as you are obedient, I will not treat you badly. I am not a pure believer in Holy Light. You also saw the skull just now; it is a divine weapon of fel energy and shadow!"

"Master, I will be loyal to you and will never betray you!" Miss Ancient God expressed her loyalty again.

"That's great." Galen was also in a state of acting at the moment. He was an actor. "What was your purpose in directing those followers here?"

"Master, my power is fading, I need blood... souls!" Galen's eyes flickered, but he quickly recovered.

"Dathrohan, your mission has been completed. Return to Lordaeron as soon as possible. This is the Zandalari's sphere of influence. The Alliance's presence is not welcomed by the trolls here. If you continue to stay here, it will easily cause conflicts." Galen ignored Xal'atath's demands for the moment, then stood up and spoke to his old brother.

"Galen, the situation here..." Dathrohan hesitated, "According to the information from the fox people, I judge that the Twilight Cult has set up its base camp in the southern part of this desert. We..."

"Datharohan, this is the territory of Zandalari!" Galen emphasized the three words "Zandalari". "The Twilight Bastion was built in Vol'dun, not Northrend Highlands, and these trolls are not loyal to the Holy Spirit Sect. I don't care about their life or death."