Icecrown Citadel.
Robbie silently read a letter, which Akama had secretly left behind. To keep it secret, he had deliberately used the language of the Highborne from ten thousand years ago. Heaven knows where Akama learned it from.
As Robbie had predicted, the Cataclysm was indeed initiated by Thrall.
According to historical records, Deathwing was seduced by N'Zoth, which triggered an invasion of the Elemental Planes, causing a cataclysmic event across Azeroth that altered the landscape and became known as the Cataclysm.
On the surface, there seems to be no problem, but upon closer examination, the Old Gods' goal is to corrupt Azeroth.
If Azeroth is destroyed, the Old Gods will have nowhere to live, which will not benefit them at all.
The idea that N'Zoth manipulated Deathwing destroying Azeroth was a foolish act of suicide, therefore it can only be a fabricated lie.
Based on historical events, Thrall would not have succeeded. It can be inferred that Deathwing sacrificed his life to successfully stop Thrall.
Deathwing is nailed to the pillar of historical shame. Such a tragic end left Robbie unsure whether he should participate, or what he could possibly change.
At this moment, Robbie's gaze was fixed on the Kingdom of Stormwind, where the Scourge's eye hovered above Stormwind City, where a massive project was underway.
Savior Thrall, King Varian, Tirion Fordring joined forces to destroy Stormwind City and slaughter the inhabitants of Elwynn Forest, leaving only a few survivors.
Some of the survivors hid inside jade mines.
The mine was filled with enormous mining spiders. Fortunately, the spiders were friendly, not only taking them in but also bringing them water and food from time to time.
A young man prayed anxiously, "By the Holy Light, King Varian will surely save us. I believe that one day, Stormwind City will be restored."
A middle-aged man struggled to chew on the foul-smelling bear meat, cursing, "Foolish! It was Varian, the executioner, who destroyed Stormwind City, and you actually hope that murderer will save you? Ah, great Savior Thrall, save us innocent people!"
A woman drinking water nearby looked up, pointing to the scar on her face, and said, "This scar was left by the Orcs. Thrall slaughtered our people and turned their corpses into Tough Jerky. I saw it with my own eyes. By the Holy Light, great Tirion Fordring, when will you come to save us?"
The debates within the mine never ceased, and everyone had their own great leader to support.
Just then, a ray of moonlight pierced through the thick soil and shone directly on the faces of the survivors. They stared blankly at the milky moonlight, wondering what had happened.
The large swarm of mining spiders inside the mine was startled, squeaking and scattering in all directions, burrowing deeper into the tunnels. The survivors scratched their heads, at a loss for what to do.
A wise old man stood up and said loudly:
"Don't panic, it must be that the Elune has heard our prayers, we will be saved soon."
The crowd cheered and emerged from the mine to pray to the moon hanging in the night sky.
Not long after, a metallic scraping sound came, and King Varian arrived with a group of strangely shaped soldiers.
Varian, gripping his sword, stared grimly at the group of survivors.
"Great King Varian, you have finally come to our rescue!"
The survivors wept bitterly; their days of suffering were finally over.
Varian waved his hand and said, "Execute the Moon Goddess's command: kill them all, leave no one alive."
There was nowhere to hide from the moonlight; none of the survivors in Elwynn Forest escaped, and all were slaughtered, their corpses turned into Tough Jerky.
The Emissary stood atop the mountains, with Jaina, Thrall, and Rhonin behind him. Gazing upon the Stormwind City bathed in the night, the Emissary spoke solemnly:
"Your actions have not escaped the Moon Goddess's notice. Using Elemental Power to repair Outland? Hmph, the Moon Goddess has long known of Thrall's plan, neither supporting nor opposing it."
Thrall breathed a sigh of relief and said in a humble voice, "We had no other choice. The Orcs have done everything in their power, but they still can't defeat the Old Gods and the Scourge. Perhaps this method can wipe them out in one fell swoop."
The Emissary, with his hands behind his back, Pride said:
"Hmph, Thrall, you're so naive. I know best what A'dal wants. He's overestimating himself, daring to try and spy on Elune. Now let him experience just how ignorant he is."
A thick fog appeared on the sea, quickly covering the ruins of Stormwind City. With a series of clanging sounds, the fog dissipated in less than fifteen minutes, the dilapidated ruins disappeared, and a magnificent Stormwind City appeared before our eyes.
The three of them were stunned, almost unable to believe their eyes.
The magnificent Cathedral of Light, the neat streets, the rows of stone houses, and the sturdy Stormwind Keep —it's even more beautiful than the Stormwind City of before.
The Emissary said smugly, "It would take humans at least ten years to build Stormwind City. In one world, the Army of the Light once demonstrated a miracle, building a similar city in ten days. Elune, only needs ten minutes. Trying to peek into the power of True God will only bring shame upon yourself."
Jaina and Rhonin were still in shock, but Thrall was the first to recover. He said with a fawning expression, "My Emissary, Stormwind City has been rebuilt, and I wish to return to Orgrimmar. Unfortunately, Garrosh is currently the Warchief of Orgrimmar. I beg Emissary, My Lord, to grant me permission to reclaim the Warchief."
The Emissary looked down at Thrall: "What is easily obtained is never cherished; it requires your own effort."
Thrall, with a bitter face, retreated to the side helplessly.
Everything that happened in the mist could be kept secret from Thrall, Jaina, and others, but not from Robbie.
In the thick fog, a dozen or so mountain-sized sea creatures first flattened the storm ruins, and then directly covered an entire city on the spot.
In other words, Stormwind City was already built long ago; it was simply moved out of the ocean, the moisture was wiped away, and no trace was left. The Scourge could also accomplish such a miracle.
Robbie felt he had discovered one of Elune's weaknesses: Elune was, after all, a woman, and just like those women who loved buying designer handbags, she was vain.
As beams of moonlight descended from the sky, over two hundred thousand humans appeared in Stormwind City in an instant. Initially, they looked around in confusion, but under the moonlight, their memories were altered, and they naturally began to live in the city.
Clearly, these were humans Elune had moved from some world on the verge of destruction. Robbie felt a chill run down his spine. The Elune treated Stormwind City like her own backyard, planting whatever vegetables she wanted and harvesting them whenever she pleased.
The Emissary led Thrall and the others into Stormwind City and summoned King Varian.
Varian said ingratiatingly, "My Emissary, the remaining enemies in Elwynn Forest have all been wiped out. You can rest assured about my work."
The Emissary nodded, put his hand on Varian's shoulder, and pointed in the direction of Stormwind Keep: "Varian, look who's that?"
With the blessing of the Emissary, Varian's gaze pierced through layers of walls, unrestricted by space or distance, and he saw a person sitting on the throne who looked exactly like himself.