The Primordial Emissary was incredibly powerful at his peak; even a small part of his fragmented soul became the strongest of the Wild God, White Stag Malorne.
What's even more interesting is that Elune, was resurrected using his body. Clearly, Elune had planted the seed of resurrection within him beforehand as a backup plan.
N'Zoth was so surprised that he remained silent for a long time. After a long while, he said in awe:
"So this guy is really capable. It's a pity that most of his memories are incomplete; otherwise, we could have found much more valuable information."
N'Zoth's power corrupted the soul of the Primordial Emissary, bringing him to Icecrown Citadel.
Leaving a mark on the soul of the dead while concealing it from the messengers of the Shadowlands is no easy feat.
Fortunately, we can utilize the power of the Primordial Emissary "Shadow," but even so, some planning is still needed to complete the task.
In order to enslave the souls of the Primordial Emissary, Robbie ordered the Scourge to build the Halls of Reflections, a special prison where even the power of "shadow" cannot escape detection.
In addition, Robbie built the Forge of Souls to leave an imprint on the souls of the fallen.
In order to build the Halls of Reflections and the Forge of Souls, the Scourge was mining Pit of Saron day and night. This unusual activity soon attracted the attention of Elune.
In the Argent Tournament, the solitary Emissary suddenly became alert. A milky-white pillar of light descended from the sky, and a sacred radiance appeared before the Emissary.
The Emissary hurriedly knelt on the ground, listening to the Moon Goddess's divine pronouncement.
"Lorne is in trouble."
The Moon Goddess's voice remained calm and undisturbed, like a still well.
The Emissary was puzzled. Who was Lorne? Who could make the Moon Goddess value him so much, and who was someone he knew? The Emissary quickly found the answer: the mysterious Human Veteran.
"Now, you must take action as soon as possible."
Elune, spoke with an authoritative voice, commanding in an unyielding tone:
"The Scourge is mining Pit of Saron day and night. Lorne's soul is somewhere within Icecrown Citadel. Before the cage is completed, you must unite the Alliance and the Horde to storm Icecrown Citadel and rescue Lorne at all costs."
The Emissary muttered to himself, knowing his own limitations. Even the unpredictable Lorne had been captured by the Scourge, so his own abilities were simply no match for them.
As for the disorganized Alliance and Horde, they were completely unreliable, and the Emissary dared not contradict him, hastily explaining:
"Great Elune, the Trial of the Crusader in the Argent Tournament are not over yet, please give us some more time."
The Moon Goddess remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:
"Thrall has disappointed me greatly. He secretly controlled the Trial of the Crusader, selecting only useless individuals. How can they possibly defeat the Scourge? Tell Thrall that if he cannot rescue Lorne, Garrosh will replace him as Warchief of the Horde. This is his last chance."
The Emissary had no choice but to accept the divine decree. Although it was an extremely difficult task, the Emissary was not in a hurry. He would simply hand the task over to Thrall, and he would be satisfied regardless of whether he succeeded or failed.
Upon arriving at Thrall's Tent, the Emissary panic and said:
"Thrall, something terrible has happened! Elune, the Elune, already knows you're manipulating the Trial of the Crusader."
Thrall was gnawing on a Pandaren bone when he heard this and blinked. Thrall hadn't intended to hide it from Moon Goddess in the first place, and he assumed that Moon Goddess's attitude was tacit approval.
Thrall asked in bewilderment, "Why would Elune, be interested in the Trial of the Crusader?"
The Emissary took a sip of wine and said calmly:
"The Human Veteran was a confidant of the Moon Goddess, but was unfortunately captured by the Scourge. If you cannot rescue him, the position of Warchief must be handed over to Garrosh."
Thrall, enraged, roared, "This is not fair! I Consecration everything for Azeroth! I saved Azeroth countless times!"
The Emissary stared coldly at Thrall, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "Thrall, if I were you, I would carefully plan how to complete the Moon Goddess's mission."
Thrall stared in disbelief, pondered for a long time, and then smiled wryly:
"I truly cannot do anything about this; perhaps the Guardian Medivh and his mother have a solution."
The Emissary snorted coldly and said in a warning tone, "Thrall, whether you can preserve your position as Warchief and your life depends on this. I hope you will treat it with caution."
The Emissary's aggressive tone finally made Thrall panic. After the Emissary left, Thrall lost his appetite and paced anxiously back and forth in his tent.
"What do I do?"
Thrall gripped his hair tightly. Since his power was challenged and his position Warchief was in jeopardy, Thrall often suffered from insomnia, and his hair was falling out in clumps.
It probably won't be long before Thrall goes bald.
With no other options, Thrall had no choice but to turn to Vol'jin.
After hearing the details, Vol'jin smiled faintly and said:
"Savior, please do not panic. What surprises me is that even Elune, is so impatient. The Moon Goddess sees everything; how could she not know that this task is beyond our capabilities? She only issued the task on impulse. Once the Moon Goddess calms down, she will surely think it through."
Hearing Vol'jin's explanation, Thrall's expression relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying:
"I see. So the Moon Goddess's warning is nothing to worry about. Even if I fail the mission, I won't lose my position as Warchief!"
Vol'jin stroked his fangs, shook his head, and said:
"Trying to guess the thoughts of the gods will offend the Moon Goddess. Even if we know she won't blame Moon Goddess, we must do everything we can. It's a matter of attitude."
Thrall frowned deeply after hearing this:
"You want me to lead the army to attack Icecrown Citadel? That's impossible. I personally smashed King Terenas's head. Arthas hates me to the core. If I fall into the hands of the Scourge, Arthas will torture me in the most cruel way."
Vol'jin smiled slightly and said ingratiatingly:
"Savior, the safety of all races in Azeroth rests on your shoulders. If anything were to happen to you, Azeroth would be destroyed. It is absolutely impermissible. You may send your loyal subjects; the Moon Goddess will sense your sincerity."
Thrall smiled knowingly upon hearing this, giving Vol'jin a malicious look.
Vol'jin was filled with remorse; he had dug his own grave. He exclaimed:
"My Savior, please allow me to recommend a suitable candidate."
Thrall grinned at Vol'jin, his face contorted with malice, and said, "So, who do you want to go to Icecrown Citadel to die?"
Vol'jin raced, and he quickly said:
"It would be best to do it under the banner of an alliance between the Alliance and the Horde, so that it would be legitimate and would maximize the chances of winning over Elune. My suggestion is that the Horde send Sylvanas and the Alliance send Jaina as their representative."
Thrall stared into Vol'jin's eyes. "Jaina is cunning and greedy, Sylvanas is ambitious. Do you think they'll let you have your way?"
Vol'jin, ever cunning, quickly offered a plan after a swift movement of his eyes:
"We can use threats to force Jaina to comply. All it takes is for the former Guardian Aegwynn to speak; Jaina wouldn't dare disobey. As for Sylvanas, we can use a combination of threats and bribes. If Sylvanas refuses, we'll join forces with the Alliance to destroy Undercity. Then we'll tell Sylvanas that Arthas has left Icecrown Citadel, but left Frostmourne behind."