Robbie carefully examined the giant beast on the throne.
His face was extremely ferocious, the kind that would give you nightmares just by looking at him. His limbs were thick, even thicker than the waist of a giant beast, and his proportions were very disproportionate. His pair of sharp fangs were longer than his arms.
Among Orcs, this is probably the most desirable, extremely handsome Orcs.
The giant beast stretched out its right hand as if to grab something, but for some reason, it remained motionless and showed no signs of life.
This behemoth is so enormous that it must not be on a planet, but rather floating in space along with the throne.
Benedictus asked, somewhat frantically, "What should we do?"
Robbie smiled and said, "Enter the beast's body."
Benedictus had no other choice, but he refused to give up, so he could only continue exploring with Robbie.
The tunnels from which the mutant creatures emerged have closed, and thousands of mutants, infected with the Plague, have become Robbie's minions and successfully located the tunnels.
Some of the Plague -infected mutants turned into Ooze, squeezed through the cracks, and soon opened a passage.
The passage was pitch black, seemingly leading to a hellish abyss, with strange sounds emanating from it, mixed with low growls, and also sounding like rushing water.
Robbie led the way into the tunnel, Vanessa followed closely Robbie with a cold and indifferent expression, Benedictus gritted his teeth and finally squeezed in as well.
Benedictus wanted to use the Holy Light to illuminate the passage, but Robbie stopped him. The three walked a few steps in the corridor, and Robbie whispered:
"Let there be light!"
A green glow emanated from the passageway. Benedictus's eyes widened as he realized he was standing on Plague- ravaged ground; the light was coming from the Plaguelands.
Benedictus, who possessed the Power of the Holy Light, was originally very averse to the power of Plague, but at this moment he did not feel threatened, but instead felt very at ease.
"Is this really Plague that can destroy Azeroth?" Benedictus asked in surprise.
Robbie raised his eyebrows and said:
"Professor Putricide's design is perfect. The core of this Plague is magical factors, which can be controlled by magic to produce various mutations. It can be considered a Magical Creatures in itself, with extremely strong stealth capabilities. The professor's idea is to let them infect all creatures in Azeroth, without showing symptoms normally, and then, whoever he wants to die will succumb to the Plague and die."
Benedictus was startled, wondering if he had already contracted the Plague.
Robbie explained, "Unfortunately, Professor Putricide was defeated by nature. According to the data model analysis, once these Plagues spread, organisms would develop antibodies within three hours. Professor Putricide's hair turned white because of this."
Benedictus breathed a sigh of relief; in the face of the rich diversity of nature, individual wisdom is always imperfect.
Robbie continued:
"Although this behemoth is as large as a planet, it is merely a life form, and the probability of it developing antibodies is negligible. Professor Putricide's invention has finally come in handy."
Inside the behemoth, the Plague multiplied rapidly. Robbie controlled the spread of the Plague, and apart from building hundreds of bases, most of the Plague went into hiding. Although each base was the size of Stormwind City, it caused minimal damage to the behemoth.
Robbie had no intention of harming the beast before its identity was confirmed.
Robbie and his two companions rested in a base that featured towering halls of the dead, countless Raise Dead towers, and dense forest-like Undead Mage towers, all of which continuously produced soulless Undead troops using the products from the bodies of giant beasts.
Finding out the identity of the behemoth was too difficult. Robbie sent out Gargoyles and Death Knights to capture many Orcs souls on the surface of the behemoth, but unfortunately, none of them knew of the behemoth's existence.
Just as the three were about to give up, the lurking Plague delivered intelligence, revealing that the Orcs had been discovered.
This is a soulless Orcs, only capable of instinctively reproducing, splitting, and destroying the organization of the giant beasts. Robbie sees this as an opportunity and intensifies the search for Orcs.
Luckily, the Plague, which was spreading in secret, kept sending back messages, and they finally found an Orcs with a soul, which was then sent to Robbie and his companions through the Portal in the Undead Mage's tower.
This Orcs was extremely fat, round and bulging like a ball. He lived in the city he had built himself, spending his days eating and sleeping, and his fat face made it almost impossible to see his eyes.
"Damn Devourer, kill me if you dare!" The Orcs was surprisingly brave.
"What is Devourer?" Robbie asked.
The fat Orcs strained to open his eyes wide. "Devourers, you are skilled at disguise, have you also learned cunning and deception? I will never be fooled."
Vanessa said bluntly, "No need for all that trouble. The best way to deal with Orcs is through torture."
Benedictus quickly stepped in, a beam of Holy Light scorching the Orcs's body, emitting a burnt smell. The Orcs screamed like a pig being slaughtered, immediately kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely.
"I surrender, I'll tell you everything."
"Tell us everything. Who is that giant beast?" Robbie asked.
The Orcs scratched his head, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Don't you know about the Beast Emperor?"
"Who is the Beast Emperor?" Benedictus pressed.
The fat Orcs was terrified of Benedictus and obediently confessed:
"I don't know how I was born. I just suddenly came back to life one day. At that time, I had a strong body, not like I am now. I also had some memories in my mind. I know the history of the Beast Emperor. He is our enemy."
The fat Orcs recounted the history of the Beast Emperor in detail. His innate memories told him that the Beast Emperor had wiped out all life on Azeroth, including Orcs, who had survived for 28 billion years. Countless Orcs had fought to defeat the Beast Emperor.
Upon learning this horrifying history, Benedictus turned deathly pale.
"Above the Holy Light, is this the Destiny Azeroth will face in the future? All living beings will perish, leaving only an infinitely expanding Orcs. This is terrifying."
Robbie, however, was concerned with another question, "The Beast Emperor rose from the ranks of mortals, so what is his real name?"
The fat Orcs lowered his head and muttered:
"I can't say. I've met other Orcs with souls who gather regularly for meetings, and they all keep the true identity of the Beast Emperor a closely guarded secret."
Vanessa added from the side, "Since no one is saying, it means you don't know the Beast Emperor's real name, and therefore you deduce that no one else knows his name."
The fat Orcs nodded helplessly.
"I truly do not know the Beast Emperor's real name, but I know the opportunity has arrived. At the most recent meeting, the elders told us that the Beast Emperor was severely injured by the Elune, and he is on the verge of death. Victory is within reach. Perhaps no one knows the Beast Emperor's real name, but the Great Prophet certainly does."
"Who is the Great Prophet?" Robbie asked, without much hope.
The fat Orcs answered with a devout expression:
"The Great Prophet is the supreme leader. He often falls into a deep sleep, only waking up once every hundred years. I was fortunate enough to see him from afar; he was a noble creature with antlers."
An image immediately flashed through Robbie's mind, and he frowned as he asked:
His name is...
"The name of the Great Prophet is known to all; his full name is Malfurion Stormrage."