Human Veteran, the Primordial Emissary of the Elune, whose initial form was actually an Orcs.
Upon closer inspection, there are slight differences from Orcs. Although they also have familiar green skin, it is not the green of Fel; it is a tender green like leaves.
This green represents the energy of nature and life flowing within the body.
"This is both unexpected and yet expected!" N'Zoth's dark power enveloped the Primordial Emissary: "What a fascinating truth."
Gods who rise from humble beginnings usually select the best among their own kind as their Emissary. Since the Primordial Emissary of the Moon Goddess God was Orcs, the Moon Goddess was most likely also an Orcs.
"The Elune is a female Orcs."
I initially thought it was just a joke, but the evidence was right in front of me.
N'Zoth waved its tentacles, and countless eyes blinked in unison:
"I knew it. There's something wrong with the evolutionary history of Draenor World. The Orcs were probably created."
According to the biological evolutionary history of Draenor, Orcs evolved from Ogres.
Biological evolution is for better adaptation to the environment. New species have strong competitiveness and often quickly eliminate older species.
Just as Ogres evolved from Cyclops, relying on their intelligence and outstanding magic, Ogres built a vast empire, drove out the Cyclops, causing Cyclops numbers to plummet, and Ogres became the Overlords of Northrend.
However, the Orcs' evolution has regressed. They are not as strong as Ogres, have lost their magical talent, and are more ferocious. Whether in terms of combat power or environmental adaptability, they are far inferior to Ogres.
N'Zoth explained clearly:
"Don't think that gods can create life from clay. Even Elune, can't do that. If Moon Goddess wanted to create Orcs, she would have to find a life form similar to them, Ogres would be a very good choice. By implanting seeds into Ogres, their next generation would become a new species. You see, we can't find an intermediate form for evolution."
"And what about humans?" Robbie asked.
After all, humans are also a weak descendant of the Vrykul.
N'Zoth chuckled meaningfully, "You don't think that humans only exist in Azeroth, do you? In fact, humans are everywhere in the entire universe!"
Robbie was suddenly jolted.
N'Zoth said coldly:
"Gods cannot create life from clay, Elune cannot, Titans certainly cannot, for the soul is a forbidden realm for creation. The world believes that we used the Curse of Flesh to corrupt the Titan-forged, thus creating the flesh-and- Vrykul. But who knows that the Vrykul were originally flesh-and-blood beings? It was the Titans who plundered humans from other worlds and forcibly transformed them into Vrykul."
"This!"
Robbie was speechless with astonishment. This incredibly chilling truth was something he never imagined— the Titan-forged had hidden so many secrets.
Life is cruel.
N'Zoth said regretfully:
"When powerful beings like the Titans Elune appeared in the universe, life that was originally conceived naturally was forcibly interfered with and became purposeful. But there's one thing I don't understand."
"Times have changed. Compared to the era of Moon Goddess, the creatures in this universe are far more diverse and possess far greater talents. Orcs have clearly fallen behind this era and are no longer the most superior race in the universe. I truly cannot understand why Elune, would want to recreate the Orcs species."
Yes, this era has the excellent Eredar and the immortal Night Elf race. Times are changing, and creatures are evolving, so why is the Moon Goddess so fixated on the Orcs?
This is absolutely not about sentimentality. The True God represents absolute reason, and especially when He is in a state of weakness, He would not do anything meaningless.
N'Zoth said urgently, "Robbie, you must help us find the answer. It's crucial to whether we can defeat Elune."
"I?"
Robbie was in a difficult position; even the Old Gods couldn't do something like this.
N'Zoth advised, "Don't worry, I will help you. Let's first guess Elune's purpose in reappearing among the Orcs, and then verify if it's true. Tell me your guess."
Robbie thought for a moment and replied, "The Elune is in a weakened state, and everything she does is to restore her strength. Could the reappearance of the Orcs race also be related to this purpose?"
N'Zoth smiled faintly:
"That's right, this coincides with my guess. For a being like the Moon Goddess, physical damage is easy to repair, but damage to the soul is extremely difficult to recover. Assuming the Moon Goddess is indeed a female Orcs, then devouring the souls of Orcs is the best way to repair one's own soul."
Robbie had a sudden thought: the Loa feed on souls to enhance their power, and they could certainly do the same if they were to force their way into Elune.
The Elune used the Blue Dragonflight to raise Orcs ten thousand years.
The Caverns of Caverns of Time continuously supplied Orgrimmar with Orcs soldiers, leading to a chaotic war among the various races of Azeroth, with countless Orcs perishing. The Moon Goddess played a role in fueling this conflict.
Robbie thought this was very likely, so he replied, "So all we need to do is observe where the Orcs souls go."
N'Zoth looked at the bewildered Primordial Emissary and said coldly:
"That's right. I have a plan to turn Icecrown Citadel into a meat grinder, with this Emissary at its core, branding the souls of all the fallen. I've placed many pawns in the Shadowlands, closely monitoring the final destination of these souls."
The Primordial Emissary trembled with fear. "You can't succeed, you fool."
The power of N'Zoth entwined with the Primordial Emissary, and a chilling voice echoed:
"A precious Primordial Emissary, I will not let you die like this. I want to see what's in your memories. Behold, the experiences of an Orcs Emissary. Open your heart before me."
N'Zoth's Corruptive Power penetrated into the soul of the Primordial Emissary. To show his sincerity, N'Zoth did not hide anything and presented his memories to Robbie in the form of images.
A colossal Orcs body floated in space, larger than the Azeroth Planet, clad in thick, dark blue armor and wielding a sharp black Battle Axe.
On the Orcs's forehead was a dark hole, and intense Holy Light scorched his head, with only a faint Soul Fire still radiating a weak light.
The enormous, planet-like body had been drifting in space for an unknown amount of time when suddenly, a faint green light appeared at the heart of the body.
At first, the light was inconspicuous, but it soon became incredibly bright.
Countless green vines emerged from the light, absorbing nutrients and natural energy from the body, and a white flower was growing in the center of the vines.
The flowers withered, and a fruit grew—a nascent planet, only the size of the Orcs's fist.
The body, drained of energy, finally lost its vitality, leaving only an empty shell. An eye appeared on the nascent planet, scanning the massive body before finally settling on the head, scrutinizing the faint soul within.
A vine stretched out from the nascent planet, coiling around the faint soul, a broken soul beyond repair.
The vine selected a larger portion, which transformed into the form of Primordial Emissary, while the smaller portion transformed into a white stag.