Deathwing's scales refracted tiny glimmers of light, creating a new image.
This is a strange world, a desolate land inhabited by countless Orcs.
Unlike the Orcs of Draenor, some of them are as robust as mountains, some have huge membranous wings on their backs and fly in the sky like Dragons, and some transform into various marine creatures and swim swiftly in the sea.
Robbie quickly figured it out: these Orcs knew how to communicate with the forces of nature and were using authentic Druid magic, far superior to that of the Night Elf race Druids.
They possess extremely advanced technology, planting robust vines on the earth and using the power of the vines to crush ores, extract useful minerals, and forge weapons and armor, arming themselves into steel monsters.
They desperately absorbed magical elements, causing the world's elements to fluctuate, natural disasters to occur constantly, and desolation to be left in their wake. Green mountains and clear waters disappeared, leaving only densely packed steel cities like honeycombs.
Deathwing's face reappeared in the image, and he said with a forlorn expression:
"We don't know who will get this scale. The Black Dragonflight fought and bled for it. We might sacrifice ourselves, or even be wiped out. As for the truth, it doesn't matter. We don't care. Let it be buried in the dust of history forever."
The video ended there, and Robbie remained deeply moved and lost in thought for a long time afterward.
Kel'Thuzad asked doubtfully, "Alright, even if a terrible Orcs invasion really happens in the future, do you think our Scourge will just sit idly by? The Black Dragonflight is powerful, but I think it's slightly inferior to the Scourge."
Vanessa glared at Kel'Thuzad and said bluntly, "We found Duke Bolvar, and he said he couldn't contact Arthas. With those weak Scourge minions under Duke Bolvar's command, they're no match for the Orcs of the New World."
Kel'Thuzad thought for a moment and said, "I understand. You want us to secretly help Deathwing so that his Black Dragonflight won't be completely wiped out. That's not difficult. Thrall won't get Azeroth so easily; if even one link in the chain goes wrong, he'll inevitably fail."
Robbie remained silent, sensing that things weren't so simple.
Vanessa turned her head, her bright eyes looking at her. "Robbie, what do you think?"
Robbie seemed to be muttering to himself, "Have you ever considered who the Black Dragonflight's enemy is?"
The Black Dragonflight in the video was overwhelming, and its number definitely exceeded 100,000. Despite being such a massive force, Deathwing's tone was as if he were giving his last words.
Vanessa's lips curled slightly, as if someone had spoken her mind, and she said with a hint of smugness:
"Just as I suspected, such a terrible war has left no record in history, nor can any clue be found, which makes one wonder."
Robbie added, "And Deathwing didn't explain who the enemy was. Did he forget, or couldn't say, or even dare not say?"
As wise as Deathwing, he would never make such a mistake as forgetting. Therefore, the answer is likely that revealing the enemy's identity would have terrible consequences.
Vanessa quickly added, "Deathwing, he actually eliminated most of our enemies. For example, if it weren't the Burning Legion, this scale would have been discovered after the final battle with the Black Dragonflight. Who else could influence the future world?"
Reminded by Vanessa, Kel'Thuzad's thoughts raced, considering many possibilities. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, and he said nervously:
"Damn it, what is Deathwing worried about? A forbidden enemy, across the river of time, could it be that Aman'Thul has returned?"
Vanessa hardened her face and scolded:
"Don't make pointless guesses. This history is not as simple as it appears on the surface. We need to proceed cautiously and uncover the enemy's identity step by step."
"Most importantly, it's Thrall!" Kel'Thuzad roared, rising to his feet. "I've decided to activate the Endless Undead Plan, to monitor Thrall around the clock."
The Endless Undead Plan is an idea of Scourge, and the technology for it is already mature.
Arthas was able to use the Restless Souls to monitor everything happening in Lordaeron, but many spells could detect the Restless Souls. The Scourge improved upon this, and in addition to the Restless Souls scattered throughout Azeroth, they could also use the corpses of various plants, animals, and even insects.
Life and death are common occurrences in nature. During the decomposition of corpses, adding a little bit of the Power of Death can temporarily turn them into the eyes and ears of the Scourge.
Robbie nodded and added, "Besides Thrall, King Varian, Jaina, Rhonin, Garrosh, and all other leaders of the Alliance and Horde must be under surveillance."
Mount Hyjal
The wealthy and powerful Garrosh had booked the entire Nordrassil Inn for a grand wedding. Gazing at the clear lake and blue sky outside the inn, Garrosh, beaming with pride, boasted to his bride Agna, and the Horde's leaders:
"This is where I defeated Archimonde. Back in Mount Hyjal, Archimonde led tens of millions of the Burning Legion in a plot to destroy Azeroth. Thrall was captured by the Burning Legion and hung from a large tree outside the gate, suffering endless torture. Eitrigg ran to Outland crying and knelt down, begging me for help. Out of respect for Thrall being my junior, I righteously extended a helping hand."
Garrosh paused, then gave Eitrigg a wink.
The quick-witted Eitrigg immediately understood and said with a serious expression:
"No one in Azeroth has more authority to speak on this than I did. I was right beside Warchief Garrosh at the time. With a single punch, the Warchief killed 100,000 Doomguards, and with a casual kick, a million Pit Lords turned to dust. Archimonde was terrified and tried to flee, but the Warchief stepped forward and grabbed Archimonde. Archimonde wept bitterly, begging for his life and swearing to become the Warchief's servant. His tears transformed into Lake Nordrassil before us."
Garrosh was quite pleased with himself and satisfied with Eitrigg's performance. He lazily waved his hand and said, "What's past is past, let's not dwell on it. By the way, everyone, how are your congratulatory gifts coming along?"
Cairne Bloodhoof bowed humbly, flattering, "Warchief, Thunder Bluff has prepared five hundred Tauren as a congratulatory gift."
Garrosh snorted and exhaled through his snort, "Do you want to die? Five hundred Tauren aren't enough; I need five thousand, and they must be healthy, adult Tauren."
With a bitter expression, Cairne Bloodhoof could only nod in a low voice in agreement.
The acting leader of the Darkspear Tribe Rokhan, bowed his head meekly and said, "The Darkspear Tribe captured a Loa in Zandalar. It's a strong sea turtle, very good at telling stories, and will serve as a mount for the Warchief as a wedding gift."
Garrosh squinted and smiled, saying, "Not bad, I'm very satisfied with this gift."
Nathanos the Blightcaller, Prime Minister of Undercity, straightened his posture and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "The Forsaken have prepared a generous gift. Warchief, the Dark Lady Sylvanas wishes to see you."