Illidan knew that all beings in the universe craved power; this was an eternal truth.
"Little girl," Illidan's voice was full of allure, "the Scourge has obtained a powerful magical legacy, capable of awakening the Night Elves and even freeing them from the shackles of the Elune."
Illidan didn't explain that the Scourge's magic might have originated from the Highborne ten thousand years ago; the allure of this mystery only made Jaina more attracted.
Jaina's expression of surprise flashed briefly, but she managed to conceal it well and quickly regain her composure.
"They've taken the bait." Illidan was as happy as a little devil.
"I can release you." Jaina's expression was filled with sorrow and pity. "I hope you can deal with Arthas; in the future, he will bring too much pain to this world."
"As you wish, little girl, with your guidance, I won't fail."
Breaking the ancient binding spell of the Moon Goddess from the outside was not difficult, and the freed "Illidan" sat on the ground, feeling an emptiness within his body.
"I need to regain my strength as soon as possible. There's no time, little girl. Take me to the Tomb of Sargeras."
Jaina's eyes widened instantly. "You're looking for Skull of Gul'dan?"
"Not all Orcs skulls are called the Skull of Gul'dan." Illidan grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Gul'dan was just an ordinary Warlock in life; even a slightly stronger Orcs chieftain could defeat him. Have you ever wondered why his skull possesses such incredible power?"
Jaina shook her head blankly. Some people are more powerful alive than after they die, Gul'dan was one of them.
After receiving the coordinates from "Illidan," Jaina cautiously opened the Portal.
A green mist shrouded the sky, and amidst the hazy distant mountains, a majestic building loomed in the distance, exuding Demons, Fel style—clearly a Demons's lair.
A voice warned Jaina in her heart: never approach this dangerous building.
Illidan warily gazed at the Tomb of Sargeras and whispered, "Be careful, many powerful Void Creatures lurk there. Our target is over there."
After taking a few steps forward, Jaina saw a large crater with green flames slowly burning at the bottom and mountains of garbage piled up around it.
A junkyard? Jaina's spirits plummeted.
"You read that right, this is where the Tomb of Sargeras dumped its trash. We're searching for treasure in the garbage."
Illidan traversed the massive, unidentified skeleton, the stench of rotting flesh filling the air, yet he paid it no heed.
Jaina frowned, covered her nose, and followed behind Illidan.
The unknown creature was not of Azeroth; though dead, the consciousness remaining in its bones exuded a terrifying malice.
Without making any progress, Jaina felt dizzy, as if she were trapped in a swamp, unable to move an inch.
Illidan turned his head, his eyes shooting out two beams of green light.
Jaina snapped out of her daze and screamed in surprise.
A piece of bone oozed a sticky, gray liquid, which somehow submerged her calf.
Struggling to break free from the gray slime, Jaina's face turned pale; in that brief moment, she had lost most of her magic.
"Follow behind me, follow in my footsteps," Illidan warned. "Don't be fooled by the fact that you're just a skeleton; you can't defeat it."
Two scorched tracks were left in the ground where Illidan had walked, and Jaina followed carefully in his footsteps.
They hadn't gone far when they came upon a mountain of bones. Judging from their ferocious expressions and sharp fangs, these must have belonged to Orcs, and had clearly been cooked and processed.
Illidan sneered, "Gul'dan led the attack on the Tomb of Sargeras, but in reality, he brought food for the Demons. Void Demons have an ancient peculiar habit: before eating a living creature, they soak its head in Shadow Energy. If it doesn't go mad, it means the food is fresh; otherwise, it's useless garbage, all thrown here."
Jaina exclaimed in surprise, "So, every head here contains Shadow Energy?"
"Pure Shadow Energy," Illidan added. "There isn't just one Skull of Gul'dan; they are all Gul'dan's soldiers."
Illidan searched high and low, eventually choosing an Orcs skull. Because it had been corrupted by Fel, the bone had turned a vibrant green, like the finest jade.
"Luckily, this skull has become a magical artifact, exactly what I need, providing me with a continuous supply of magic power." Elise grasped the Orcs skull, a look of delight on her face.
Jaina felt a sense of disillusionment. The renowned Skull of Gul'dan, an artifact coveted by countless mages, had actually been found in a junkyard.
There was more than one similar skull; Jaina noticed that many Orcs skulls had also turned green, but her recent experience made her hesitant to act on her own.
After pondering for a while while holding the Orcs skull, Illidan announced loudly, "Teleport to Felwood. I'll give you the coordinates."
Jaina and Illidan left through the Portal, leaving five figures behind them.
Anachronos followed Jaina's example, tracing the scorching trails left by Illidan.
Khadgar, Durotan, Imperator Mar'gok, and Prophet Velen all dared not be careless in the slightest and cautiously followed behind.
"Wow, wow, mountains of Skull of Gul'dan!" The usually composed Khadgar exclaimed excitedly.
The Skull of Gul'dan, an artifact coveted by every spellcasting class, was nothing more than a discarded ingredient that Demons disdained.
Anachronos stroked his chin and murmured, "Strange, why is Illidan so familiar with the habits and lifestyles of Demons?"
Khadgar didn't care about that and went forward to make his selection.
Among the mountain of bones, more than one had turned green from the corruption of Fel.
Durotan, the Imperator Mar'gok, Prophet Velen also joined in succession.
"Be careful, Illidan only took one. These skulls might be defective; we can't take more," Anachronos warned.
If it weren't for Anachronos's warning, the four of them wouldn't have been advised to carry Skull of Gul'dan around.
Each person received a piece of Skull of Gul'dan, Prophet Velen grinned from ear to ear with delight.
Illidan's charred footprints gradually disappeared, and the five had no choice but to leave reluctantly.
After the five left, Robbie and Krasus appeared.
Murozond, the Infinite Dragonlord, has locked onto Anachronos, and Robbie has also arrived at this time.
Krasus said with a reluctant expression, "What a pity, they've taken all the good Skull of Gul'dan."
Robbie chuckled. "A bunch of idiots who think they've found a real treasure, but are blind to the real gem."
With a gentle wave of his hand, the mountain of Orcs bones floated up, revealing the emerald green, translucent Orcs skulls hidden beneath.
Krasus's eyes lit up immediately. Judging from its color and the Shadow Energy it contained, this skull was even better than the Illidan had chosen.
The skull's eye sockets suddenly lit up, flashing with two balls of green Soul Fire, rolling around trying to escape, but unable to escape Robbie's grasp.
"It's alive?" Krasus was stunned.
"Tell me your name," Robbie threatened rudely, his hand flashing with Holy Light.
The skull remained silent for a long time before replying:
"Ner'zhul."