Duskwood, Winterstorm Academy.
Towering Burning Legion buildings stood majestically, green Fel flowed freely, and bustling Dreadlords could be seen everywhere, while alluring Succubus smiled seductively, adding a touch of vibrant color to the scene.
After escaping from Icecrown Citadel, the Dreadlord Varimathras took Meryl back to the Winterstorm Academy.
Varimathras held the soul of the Primordial Emissary in his hands, but because of the green-haired Kobolds, he couldn't sell it for a good price. However, Varimathras was unwilling to give up.
The memories of the Primordial Emissary must contain the secrets of Elune. Although the Scourge has interrogated the Primordial Emissary, Varimathras has more faith in his own abilities.
"I need an interrogation room, and plenty of Fel," Varimathras ordered with a wicked grin.
Meryl glanced at the listless Primordial Emissary, worried about offending the Moon Goddess, and said tactfully, "My lord, the Primordial Emissary is so weak, I don't think I can get anything useful out of him."
Varimathras guessed what Meryl was thinking, "You're worried about Elune. Don't worry, you've made outstanding contributions to the Burning Legion and are perfectly capable of relocating to Argus Planet. Besides, you're a member of the Burning Legion; Elune wouldn't dare do anything to you."
Meryl dared not disobey orders and prepared a torture chamber.
In the center of the torture chamber, green Fel bubbled in the pool. Varimathras placed the soul of the Primordial Emissary in the center of the pool and laughed greedily:
"I hope to inherit the legacy of Elune. The Scourge only tortures souls; it's child's play. Compared to our Burning Legion, their methods are far inferior."
Green Fel energy enveloped the soul of the Primordial Emissary. As the Fel energy invaded, the Primordial Emissary's soul gradually became solidified. The Fel gathered together and quickly transformed into a giant Orcs, a body composed of pure Fel.
The Primordial Emissary's messenger struggled to open his eyes, looking around in alarm:
"Dreadlord, are you not afraid of the wrath of Elune? What have you done to me?"
Varimathras gave a wicked smile:
"You didn't feel the power filling your soul. It was I who repaired the damage to your soul and gave you a temporary body, allowing you the strength to communicate with us."
The Primordial Emissary gritted his teeth in hatred. The most terrifying Fel is its Corruption. Although the Primordial Emissary's weakened soul had recovered somewhat, it had actually suffered irreversible Corruption.
Souls that are no longer pure will have their strength greatly reduced, even if they later have the opportunity to escape. After all, the power of the Moon Goddess is completely different from the Fel of the Burning Legion.
"Damn you, Dreadlord, you shall die a horrible death!"
Varimathras laughed nonchalantly, "Don't be so stubborn. I also resisted Fel at first, but once you accepted this power, you'll understand how powerful Fel is. Perhaps one day you'll become a member of the Burning Legion, and we'll fight side by side."
"That's absolutely impossible." The Primordial Emissary's attitude was extremely firm.
Varimathras shrugged regretfully.
"I sensed your resolve. So you are truly loyal to Elune. But do you think Moon Goddess will save you? You've been imprisoned in Icecrown Citadel for days, and Moon Goddess hasn't offered a helping hand. She certainly won't risk offending the Burning Legion to rescue you now. Let me guess, perhaps for some reason, Elune wishes you dead."
The Primordial Emissary sneered, "You won't be able to shake my loyalty to the Moon Goddess."
Varimathras smiled sinisterly, his face contorted, cold and ruthless, sending chills down one's spine.
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless. You are extremely loyal to the Moon Goddess, and no amount of torture can break you. But what if you become a madman? A madman doesn't know what loyalty is."
The Primordial Emissary shuddered. Varimathras extended his claws, manipulating the power of Fel to continuously Corruption the Primordial Emissary's soul and destroy his will.
The First Emissary let out a terrifying scream, and as his soul twisted, his body continued to change.
Countless eyes appeared on the body of the Primordial Emissary, and five different heads, various arms, and seven long tails grew out.
In the end, the Primordial Emissary transformed into a ball of flesh, covered with various blurry organs. Meryl was horrified, as this meant that the Primordial Emissary's body and mind had been completely Corruption.
"Tell me, the secret of Elune," Varimathras asked.
The mentally deranged Primordial Emissary emitted various strange sounds, most of which were incoherent. Varimathras listened attentively, occasionally using the Dark Hypnosis the Dreadlord was best at to tempt the Primordial Emissary to give the answers he wanted.
Varimathras meticulously summarized and recorded the useful information on paper.
Meryl couldn't comprehend this high level of interrogation skill, but Varimathras was clearly a master, knowing how to extract valuable information from fragmented statements and quickly getting the desired result.
Varimathras wrote a line:
"The Elune holds her power firmly in her own hands; her Emissary and favored ones are merely users of that power, unaware of its mysteries."
This frustrated Varimathras, but another interrogation result intrigued him.
"Elune, desires Azeroth to be filled with death, including the Orcs, and the more Alliance and Horde die, the better."
What meaning does endless death hold for the Moon Goddess? Varimathras wondered.
Inside the Black Temple, in a gloomy underground prison.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Jaina listened quietly to the dripping water. Her hands and feet were bound to the iron frame; days of torture had made her incredibly fragile, and she dreaded hearing, "Let's have some fun."
Mother Shahraz, this ruthless female Demons, loved to torture Jaina. Her specially made leather whip lashed Jaina's body, bringing a burning pain and a tingling, numb sensation. Unbeknownst to her, Jaina had actually come to like the taste of the whip, and even felt a slight anticipation for it.
In her occasional moments of lucidity, Jaina realized that Mother Shahraz's goal was to completely ensnare her, both physically and mentally. Time was running out; she had to fight back.
Jaina's Elemental Powers were sealed, but a trace of a special magic remained—the power of allure.
Charm is a form of mind magic. The Charm taught by Aegwynn can even affect Malfurion, who has lived for over ten thousand years, but unfortunately it is ineffective against women.
Fortunately, Jaina found an opportunity. Akama the Broken happened to pass by Jaina's cell, and with a few sweet words and a pitiful expression, Akama successfully tricked Akama into agreeing to secretly let Jaina go.
Finally, it was time for the Demons to rest. Akama tiptoed into the cell and used the stolen key to open Jaina's cell door.
A fiery red figure appeared behind Akama; it was Prince Kael'thas.
"Akama, you've lost. In Tempest Keep, I fell for Jaina's charm. You thought the Steadfast Draenei wouldn't fall for it? Look at what you've done!"
Kael'thas snapped his fingers, dispelling the charm from Akama.
Jaina's face turned ashen; once the charm wore off, she would hate the caster a hundredfold.
Akama looked bewildered, scratched his head, and said, "Kael'thas, I don't have a partner."