"What is the Shadow of Argus?" asked Murozond, the Infinite Dragonlord.
Robbie gave him a strange look!
Murozond argued, "Don't think that just because I'm the Infinite Dragonlord controls time, I know everything. The future is uncertain, and countless Timelines are laid out before me. I don't know how to choose one."
Robbie explained in a low voice, "At some point in the future, someone used an artifact to pull the Argus Planet into near-Earth orbit around Azeroth, making it visible from Orgrimmar and Stormwind City."
Murozond looked surprised, his eyes glazed over, and he murmured:
"Argus Planet, the Burning Legion's stronghold... Good heavens, how is this possible? I need to find this Timeline. Strange, something feels off."
Robbie shrugged. "In fact, that's impossible. Azeroth a planet were to approach Azeroth, it would cause a massive upheaval, potentially destroying all life."
"So it's a lie," Vanessa interjected.
Robbie nodded. "The answer lies in the Shadow of Argus. In reality, what the Burning Legion sent was just a weightless shadow, an illusion, with the same goal as the Heaven's Shadow: to wage war against each other until all blood is spilled. But the Shadow of Argus Plan likely failed, and later the Shadowlands got involved."
Murozond sighed, as if giving up. "The Timeline is becoming increasingly complex, with truth and lies intertwined. Even Aman'Thul is finding it difficult to unravel."
"We should wait and see," Robbie whispered.
Garrosh, lying on the ground, cautiously looked around; the feeling of having his Destiny in someone else's hands was unpleasant.
Neither the Alliance nor the Horde leaders dared to make a decision on how to deal with Garrosh, finding themselves in a dilemma.
Clearly, everyone wanted Garrosh dead, but they were also afraid of offending Elune.
If Garrosh is declared innocent, then the invasion of Orgrimmar loses its justification, transforming from Justice act into Evil invasion, which is unacceptable.
Garrosh must be guilty, but he cannot die, nor can he even be imprisoned; this is a difficult situation to handle.
Sylvanas scratched her head in frustration, glancing at King Varian beside her.
Varian was deep in thought, while the Dwarf Aemora snorted and offered her opinion:
"Garrosh may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment."
Baine immediately retorted, "No, no, Garrosh committed unforgivable war crimes, killing countless Tauren. It would be an injustice if he didn't die."
Vol'jin followed up, saying, "Whether Garrosh lives or dies, he is no longer qualified to be Warchief."
Tyrande suggested, "Why not lock Garrosh up, at least for ten thousand years?"
"No!" Sylvanas shouted back, "You've all seen it, Garrosh is connected to the future of Azeroth!"
Things became delicate. After much debate, no conclusion could be reached, and how to deal with Garrosh had become a hot potato.
Varian, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his head and said, "There is someone who is qualified to punish Garrosh."
Sylvanas immediately saw hope, her bright eyes fixed on Varian.
A group of the Alliance soldiers entered the Throne Room, surrounding a Pandaren.
It was Taran Zhu.
"Let me go, you barbaric humans," Taran Zhu muttered in dissatisfaction.
A few days ago, Taran Zhu escaped from Garrosh. At that time, Pandaria had been occupied by the Orcs. Taran Zhu had nowhere to hide and could not return to Shado-Pan Monastery, so he sailed into Kingdom of Stormwind to seek refuge. Unexpectedly, he was secretly placed under house arrest by King Varian. Apart from losing his freedom, he was treated well and was not made to suffer.
Now, this Pandaren can finally be put to good use.
Varian declared loudly, "Garrosh's brutality has brought disaster to everyone, especially the people of Pandaria. Let him be punished by the land of Pandaria."
Taran Zhu wanted to say, "What does this have to do with me?" but seeing Varian's threatening gaze, she could only lower her head and remain silent.
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde began to discuss that it would be best if Garrosh were tried in Pandaria, so that neither the Alliance nor the Horde could escape responsibility, whether Garrosh lived or died.
The leaders all nodded in agreement.
Varian looked around, smiled, and said, "Without a doubt, this is the fairest trial."
Since things had come to this point, they had no choice but to follow Varian's suggestion, and even Thrall, who was determined to kill Garrosh, nodded in support.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Vol'jin stood up and said, "The Horde needs a true Warchief now."
Thrall immediately said:
"Yes, it was I who led the Horde to regroup in this time of crisis, it was I who defended the Horde's dignity and honor, and it was I who made Garrosh pay for his crimes."
"Thrall!" Vol'jin glared angrily.
Thrall gritted his teeth, not forgetting his deal with the Emissary, and pointed at Vol'jin, saying:
"Vol'jin, although you did nothing, hiding like Kobold waiting to reap the rewards—humble, cowardly, weak, and incompetent—I still have to say, if you were the leader, I would be willing to serve you."
"You, you..." Vol'jin was so angry he couldn't speak, then scoffed, "What have I done to deserve this?"
Sylvanas smiled with pleasure. A Warchief with no real power, no reputation, and practically a puppet was exactly what Sylvanas wanted.
He secretly gave a wink, Lor'themar Theron, the Blood Elf leader standing nearby, understood immediately and bowed to Vol'jin.
Seeing this, Baine also knelt on the ground to pledge his allegiance to Vol'jin, the Goblin Trade Prince Gallywix removed his hat in greeting, Sylvanas finally nodded in agreement.
Despite the unpleasantness, Vol'jin had finally gotten what he wanted and continued, "But I will Consecration everything to the Horde."
Seeing Vol'jin become Warchief, Varian was secretly delighted.
The Darkspear Trolls rank near the Horde, far inferior to the Orcs, Forsaken, and Blood Elves. Without the support of power, Vol'jin will find it difficult to establish a foothold.
Such Horde was practically a disorganized mess. Varian seized the opportunity, drew his sword, and roared:
"Bring out your chief."
Horde tribal leaders stepped aside, revealing Vol'jin's solitary figure.
Vol'jin suddenly felt utterly alone and could only whisper, "The Horde listens to your voice."
Varian glanced furtively at Sylvanas, who winked, as if to say, "You can do whatever you want."
Varian said coldly, "Very well, the Horde's crimes are heinous and countless, yet some of you fought to the death against Garrosh. I don't want more blood to be shed in vain. Vol'jin, remember this: if your Horde betrays its promise and repeats Garrosh's mistakes, the Alliance will be the first to eliminate you."
Sylvanas approached Varian and chuckled, "You scared the little kid."
Then, she declared loudly, "I am Sylvanas Windrunner, the Dark Lady of Undercity. I assure you all that Vol'jin will never become Garrosh, or I will be the first to take his head."
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde nodded in approval.
Vol'jin sighed inwardly. Varian and Sylvanas's cooperation was too perfect, which essentially confirmed that Vol'jin could not wield the same immense power as Garrosh.
A puppet.