"Could it be the Maw from the Shadowlands?" Robbie asked with a strange expression, trying to guess.
N'Zoth's tentacle eye suddenly lit up, and he said seriously:
"You guessed correctly, it is indeed the Maw. Apart from the souls that were intercepted, all the souls of the Orcs, regardless of good or evil, were cast into the Maw after entering the Shadowlands."
The Dark Kingdom, similar to the Yama's Palace in Mythic, is used to judge the souls of the dead, judging them according to their good and evil deeds in life, and sending them to different areas.
The Maw is the final resting place for the most Evil souls, like the eighteenth level of hell. It is a sturdy cage that imprisons the most Evil and irredeemable souls in the world.
Souls imprisoned in the Maw will likely never see the light of day again, and are most likely to be trapped in eternal death.
N'Zoth said in bewilderment, "This is very strange. The Shadowlands are not fair and just. Some powerful beings can influence the judgment of souls. For example, I will ensure that the souls of my most loyal servants find a good resting place. I cannot understand Elune's actions."
Yes, if the Orcs were truly the children of Elune, why would Elune send all their souls into the Maw of Despair? It simply doesn't make sense.
The wisdom of the True Gods is beyond the comprehension of mortals; even N'Zoth was perplexed.
N'Zoth said weakly:
"I have many informants in the Shadowlands, but I can't detect the most terrifying the Maw. I suspect that Elune, is plotting against the Jailer of the Maw. I've also discovered something even more terrifying: while the Maw is constantly devouring the souls of Orcs, it also shows a tendency to devour other innocent souls, and it's gradually getting out of control."
"Perhaps only by delving deeper into the Maw can the truth be revealed."
Robbie shook his head. The Shadowlands were too complex to handle right now. Robbie added happily, "Fortunately, we've already solved the Scourge Army's aging problem."
Kel'Thuzad also beamed with joy. "That's right, although we don't know the principle behind it, we have successfully stopped aging."
Two hundred thousand Orcs perished in Icecrown Citadel. Robbie used the Forge of Souls to brand the souls of one hundred thousand Orcs, releasing them into the Night Realm, while leaving behind another hundred thousand souls to resist aging.
Undead created using the souls of Orcs are unaffected by aging; using this principle, Kel'Thuzad crafted 100,000 suits of armor.
These armors are all living beings possessing the souls of Orcs; as long as one wears the armor, one can shield oneself from aging.
One hundred thousand suits of armor, one hundred thousand Scourge soldiers restored to their full strength—enough to sweep across Azeroth.
N'Zoth said majestically:
"Congratulations, but the time is not yet right. The Scourge should keep a low profile and not disturb Elune. Believe me, time is on our side. We are growing stronger every day, but Elune has already stagnated. She is more anxious than we are."
Kel'Thuzad gently flicked his right hand, and a bright screen of light appeared before him, revealing the camps of the Argent Crusade and the Draenei.
Although the soldiers in the Argent Crusade's camp were generally starving and many were freezing to death every night, their morale appeared high.
Led by Tirion Fordring, the representatives of the Northern Expedition took to the stage to deliver speeches. They were all in high spirits, speaking passionately and expressing their determination to fight for Tirion Fordring, Azeroth inspired the soldiers.
Tirion Fordring is indeed a capable man. He doesn't need much food to inspire his soldiers and make them willing to die to protect Azeroth.
Kel'Thuzad asked, puzzled, "Thrall has rallied the Alliance and the Horde to attack Icecrown Citadel. I truly don't understand Thrall's purpose."
Robbie was also deeply puzzled. Thrall, the Savior, was a difficult figure to fathom, so he could only say calmly, "It seems we can only wait and see."
The second force to arrive at the Allied camp was the 30,000 soldiers of Theramore. Upon hearing that Icecrown Citadel contained a vast treasure, they were so eager to fly to Northrend that they used every means to gather a large number of ships and rushed to Icecrown Glacier day and night.
The 30,000-strong army of Theramore built a camp next to the Argent Crusade, clamoring about attacking Icecrown Citadel, and declaring their willingness to die to save Azeroth.
Jaina and Thrall tried to persuade her that the time was not right and they should wait for other armies.
But these bastards wouldn't listen and insisted on gathering their forces to attack Icecrown Citadel, infuriating Thrall. He had no choice but to unite with the Draenei and, in the name of the Savior, command them to obey.
The Savior Thrall, and the group of bastards seemed to have given in, obediently returning to their camp. Thrall breathed a sigh of relief, but little did he know that this was just the beginning.
That night, the group sneaked into the Orcs camp and set fires everywhere.
Thrall was jolted awake by a commotion in the camp. Thinking it was an attack by the Scourge, he rushed out of his tent and saw flames raging and shouts of battle echoing throughout the camp.
If it really was a Scourge attack, Thrall would have torn open the Teleportation Scroll and fled back to Dalaran. Upon seeing that the attackers were soldiers from Theramore, Thrall was furious and commanded his Orcs soldiers to counterattack.
Unfortunately, Thrall didn't have many soldiers under his command, only a little over three thousand Orcs. The warriors of Theramore were all quite strong, and those who survived the Orcs meat warehouse in the Northwatch Hold were all cunning old foxes.
In less than half an hour, all three thousand Orcs soldiers were killed.
Even more unfortunately, Thrall was captured. The bandits tied Thrall to a rope, the other end of which was tied to the Frostwolf Clan. They lit torches on the Frostwolf Clan's tail, startling the Frostwolf Clan, which then dragged Thrall around in circles.
Thrall howled and begged for mercy, but soon he could no longer make a sound. Not a single patch of his skin was intact, and he became a bloody mess. Faced with the miserable Thrall, Jaina was helpless and could only report to the Emissary.
Fortunately, the Emissary intervened and rescued Thrall from the chaos in Theramore. Unfortunately, the law cannot punish so many people; 30,000 soldiers were involved in this farce, and not all of them could be executed.
In the end, only a few unlucky individuals could be found and executed, and the matter was left unresolved.
Not long after, the **became interested in the Draenei's spaceships again.
Rumors circulated that the spaceship was studded with precious Magic Gems, and that digging out just one would guarantee a life of comfort and ease.
On a dark and stormy night, the spies sneaked into the Draenei camp again, and after being discovered, a fierce battle ensued with the Draenei.
The Prophet Velen, believing himself to be highly respected, stepped in to help, but the bandits showed him no respect and beat Velen severely.
Velen was beaten until his hair was disheveled, countless hairs of his beard were pulled out, his eyes were swollen, and his clothes were torn to shreds.
Even when facing the Burning Legion, Velen had never been so badly beaten.
Terrified, Velen quickly cast Divine Shield and then used his Hearthstone to escape to Dalaran.
With their leader Velen Invincible and fleeing using Hearthstone, the five thousand Draenei soldiers, now leaderless, lost their leader, their morale plummeted, and they scattered and fled.
And so, on this extraordinary night, the Burning Legion's Demise, a ship painstakingly built by the Draenei, was torn to pieces by this group of bastards.