"Where does the Great Prophet live?" Robbie pressed.
The fat Orcs hesitated for a long time, and seeing Benedictus's glare, he timidly answered:
"The Great Prophet dwells in the Giant Tree Canopy, a forbidden place for the Devourers."
The fat Orcs only knew the approximate location of the giant beast's hiding place; according to the proportions, it should be in the liver area of Beast Emperor, like a small tumor growing on the liver.
The Beast Emperor was still alive, and dark magical energy surged and flowed within his veins. Plague clung to this energy and quickly spread throughout the Beast Emperor's body.
Within the Beast Emperor's liver, the Plague multiplied rapidly and successfully found Giant Tree Canopy.
The Plague infected the surrounding area, causing countless Ooze to grow and build a magnificent Undead city next to the Giant Tree Canopy. They constructed the Hall of the Dead and the Mage Tower, and Robbie and his companions were teleported to the Giant Tree Canopy using the Mage Tower.
The Giant Tree Canopy was covered by a layer of milky-white energy, undoubtedly the power of the Elune, who was protecting Malfurion.
The rise of the Beast Emperor must have been aided by Elune. The Elune was also causing trouble within the Beast Emperor's body, causing a large number of Orcs to replicate like a virus.
What does this mean?
Robbie shook his head. Perhaps Malfurion in this Timeline would know something.
Unfortunately, these milky-white lights were incredibly sturdy. Robbie tried to break them but couldn't, and could only peer inside using the Eye of C'Thun.
Inside the milky-white protective shield grows a towering tree, as lush and verdant as the World Tree.
Upon closer inspection, it was composed of the souls of countless Night Elves, embracing each other and seeking warmth in this dark and desperate world.
Malfurion lay asleep on the stone slab beneath the giant tree. Perhaps sensing Robbie's gaze, Malfurion suddenly awoke, looking around in confusion.
Malfurion noticed nothing amiss. Standing beneath the giant tree, gazing at its towering form, his face contorted with bitterness, he pleaded:
"You still refuse to accept me? You leave me alone in this dark world, enduring the torment of darkness and pain. Endless years have passed, and I have been punished. I beg you, let me return to the embrace of my people."
The giant tree rustled, as if mocking Malfurion, coldly rejecting him.
"I shouldn't have served Elune; I betrayed you all."
Malfurion felt a lump in his throat, and tears streamed down his face.
"Beast Emperor, Elune, you both deserve to die! Why don't you perish together?"
Malfurion, dejected, climbed back onto the stone slab and closed his eyes.
Robbie and his two companions returned to the Hall of the Dead and began to summarize and analyze the information they had gathered.
Benedictus calmly analyzed:
"The Elune must have her own plan. She's using the body of the Beast Emperor to deplete the Orcs population, which is exactly the same conclusion Cho'gall reached."
Within the Beast Emperor's body, tens of thousands of Orcs clones died every moment, a process that lasted for over 20 billion years. The number of Orcs who died was simply astronomical.
Vanessa analyzed, "Azeroth is a planet suitable for life. Even if the Beast Emperor launches the Cataclysm and destroys all life, life will soon return. I guess the Beast Emperor periodically cleanses Azeroth, which is why Azeroth has become a dead star."
Robbie nodded. "Once the Beast Emperor is defeated, Azeroth can be revitalized."
Benedictus said seriously:
"Don't forget Elune. As long as she's around, she could elevate a new Beast Emperor at any time. I suspect that in our Timeline, the Beast Emperor is already on the rise."
Robbie thought seriously for a while, "I have a plan that might allow them to die together."
Suddenly, the surrounding temperature rose rapidly.
Robbie used Holy Light to protect the three of them. The Plague corroded the ground and started burning, and the surrounding walls turned red-hot. Robbie quickly responded by using Mass Teleport to teleport them into the mage tower. Fortunately, the Portal there had not been destroyed.
The temperature rose very quickly, and even the stones began to melt. Robbie and his two companions hurriedly used the Portal to leave. Just as their figures disappeared, the mage tower collapsed with a crash.
The Giant Tree Canopy the nearby Undead base, whose raging flames radiated a light as bright as the sun. Before long, it was burned to Void, and nothing was left.
Under such terrifying heat, no life can survive.
Benedictus said nervously, "The Beast Emperor already knows of our existence, and he's trying to destroy us."
Robbie sneered:
"This is one way to eliminate the virus within the body, but it's also a form of harm to the Beast Emperor. He's on the verge of death and probably can't hold on much longer. It's time to start the counterattack."
At Robbie's command, the Plague lurking within the Beast Emperor's body erupted simultaneously.
Thrall awoke from the darkness.
A mirror stood to the side, Thrall saw a new face.
Its face wasn't ferocious enough, and its fangs weren't sharp enough.
Memories began to replay in his mind. Thrall recalled being blown to pieces by "Medivh," and his face immediately turned deathly pale. Without a doubt, this body was just a copy.
Eitrigg, who was adjusting his collar, saw Thrall's grim face and offered words of comfort:
"Don't worry, we won't die unless the Devourer destroys both our original bodies and our clones. As long as one clone exists, we can be reborn."
The first replication produced 100,000 copies, and the reproduction rate increased exponentially, making the number of Thrall replicas within the Beast Emperor simply countless.
Thrall grumbled a few times in dissatisfaction, but then felt extremely fortunate, as this was tantamount to possessing an immortal body.
Without realizing it, Thrall caught a glimpse of a fleeting look of displeasure on Eitrigg's face.
Thrall's heart sank slightly, and he asked, "Eitrigg, what are you unhappy about?"
Eitrigg made no attempt to hide it, a chilling smile spreading across his face:
"Thrall, the Great Prophet believed you to be the Savior, the key to destroying the Beast Emperor, so he ordered me to risk my life to rescue you. Otherwise, you would have already been eaten by the Beast Emperor and become a pile of excrement."
Thrall's eyes widened, and he roared arrogantly:
"You lowly Eitrigg, how dare you show me such disrespect! Do you have a death wish?"
Eitrigg said grimly:
"Thrall, this is not your Timeline. I am one of the esteemed elders under the Great Prophet, and you are nothing. I just received news that your clones are performing terribly, both in terms of alertness and combat ability. Too many have been wiped out by the Devourers. Any ordinary Orcs is no worse than you. I seriously doubt whether you are the Savior."
"Damn you Eitrigg! How dare you doubt my abilities!" Thrall roared furiously. "In Azeroth, no one has ever dared to question the greatness of me, Thrall, the Savior!"
Eitrigg chuckled coldly, "Aside from your poor performance, I haven't detected any medicinal properties in you. Even if the Beast Emperor eats you, it won't change anything. You have many clones, and I can't kill you. But I'm sorry, Savior, you're eliminated."
A dark force propelled Thrall, plunging him once more into boundless darkness.
Thrall couldn't breathe, his whole body was in excruciating pain, and he felt like he was about to die, waiting to be reborn in the clone's body.
Several Devourers appeared beside Thrall. Instead of killing him, they protected him with bubbles and bound him tightly with tentacles.