"So it was M'uru who turned you into a puppet."
Robbie understood immediately: the Army of the Light was not as benevolent as people thought; no benevolent force could last forever in the universe.
"I can't accept this." Krasus's expression was pained. "My experience tells me the Naaru wouldn't be like this."
Kael'thas said, feeling wronged, "I wasn't lying, really."
"Then can you recall who suggested you absorb M'uru's energy after the Mana Addiction flared up?" Robbie asked.
Kael'thas gripped his hair tightly, trying to recall, a shadow brushing across his forehead:
"I remember now, it's Rommath. People are willing to believe him."
Rommath is the chief Archmage of Quel'Thalas and one of the personal advisors to Regent Lor'themar Theron.
Kael'thas led a portion of the Blood Elves to join Illidan's forces, seeking a way to save their people. Their future was uncertain, and they were essentially gambling with their lives.
Just in case, Kael'thas left the remaining Blood Elves in Silvermoon City and appointed Lor'themar Theron as Regent of Quel'Thalas.
This is tantamount to handing over the future of the Blood Elves to Lor'themar Theron.
"Lor'themar Theron."
In an instant, Kael'thas understood everything, and said with a wry smile, "Is he really in such a hurry to become the leader of the Blood Elves? I really misjudged him."
Robbie and Krasus both showed expressions of sympathy; compared to the seasoned veteran Lor'themar Theron, Kael'thas still seemed too young.
"My people are still enslaved by Lor'themar Theron, and I must liberate them."
After conquering Tempest Keep, M'uru was sent back to the rebuilt Silvermoon City. The Blood Elves of Silvermoon City also absorbed M'uru's power and became puppets to be controlled by others.
"After you became a puppet, do you remember what happened?" Robbie asked, still uneasy.
Robbie hopes to find out who is behind this, who is controlling the Blood Elves, and of course, the biggest suspect is the Army of the Light.
Kael'thas frowned, deep in thought:
"It was like a dream. A voice in my ear commanded me to do things, and I lost my judgment, obeying orders like a puppet. Damn it, it's been two years since I changed my clothes or took a bath. God, I might as well just die."
Kael'thas's Elf robes are an Epic- level item with an automatic cleaning function.
However, his terrible body odor was completely masked by the Elf perfumes of the elves.
"I remember now." Kael'thas's expression was pained. "It was I who ordered M'uru to be sent back to Silvermoon City, and it was I who called on the people to absorb M'uru's power. It's all my fault."
"Lor'themar Theron is quite the schemer," Robbie thought to himself, secretly admiring her.
Although Kael'thas was under control and had no choice in the matter, it essentially confirmed his crimes.
If things were to come to light, Lor'themar Theron could easily pin all the blame on him.
As if recalling a terrible nightmare, Kael'thas suddenly turned pale and broke out in a cold sweat:
"While under control, I met with Kil'jaeden in front of everyone, right there in the Sunmirror Ruins. I betrayed all the Blood Elves; everyone saw it."
Robbie sensed something was wrong; Kael'thas was under control, Kil'jaeden, one of the leaders of the Burning Legion, couldn't possibly be unaware of it.
Kil'jaeden will not make a deal with a puppet.
"Are you sure that's Kil'jaeden?" Krasus asked.
Kael'thas shook his head blankly. "I don't know. It was an image of a gigantic Demons, exactly like the Legendary Kil'jaeden."
"Whether it's really Kil'jaeden or not is no longer important." Robbie frowned. "Lor'themar Theron has confirmed your guilt of colluding with the Burning Legion."
Krasus added, "As soon as you return to Silvermoon City, Lor'themar Theron has every reason to execute you."
"It wasn't just Lor'themar Theron, but also Rommath Countess Liadrin; it must have been the work of the three of them."
Kael'thas roared in grief and anger, "But I must save my people! And rightly so, Tempest Keep is full of my trusted men; they will surely believe me!"
Just then, Robbie suddenly realized what was going on.
A powerful Sha'tar defense force is assembling.
"We must leave here. The Army of the Light already knows you have been freed," Robbie warned.
Kael'thas pointed to Akama on the bed and said, "What should we do with him?"
"Leave him here." Robbie stared at Kael'thas and asked, "Tell me the coordinates of Tempest Keep."
Robbie opened Portal to Tempest Keep, preparing to help rescue Kael'thas's loyal forces.
The defense forces of Sha'tar City are on their way, and Akama awakens from his coma.
How did I get here?
Akama sat on the bed, recalling his near-death experience, and then glanced at the Fel Orcs corpse under the bed.
"You must leave Shattrath, Atani! I swear I will never let you go! Anyone who betrays me deserves to die!"
Back at the Black Temple, after much deliberation, Akama decided to go see Maiev.
Since being imprisoned, Maiev has never stopped thinking.
She remained very cautious, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
On her second day in the cell, Maiev abandoned her escape plan; it was ten thousand times more secure than the Vault of the Wardens.
The prison, built by the Burning Legion, is as impregnable as a fortress.
Thick stone walls shimmered with green Fel symbols, and outside, countless Legion guards walked back and forth.
The cell was fully equipped with all kinds of furniture; it wasn't luxurious, but it was practical.
Hot water is provided daily, so you can take a shower anytime.
Maiev's bed, in particular, is extremely comfortable.
The daily meals were quite delicious, and in every respect, except for the lack of freedom, the treatment was no worse than that of the Jailer of the Vault of the Wardens.
Legion soldiers showed Maiev around the other Watchers' quarters and meals, and she was treated well.
However, this was exactly what Maiev feared most. She was not afraid of torture or hunger, and she could even accept death calmly.
Illidan has no good intentions; there must be a conspiracy hidden behind the preferential treatment.
Maiev forced herself to calm down, determined not to succumb to comfort.
Maiev smiled when she learned that Akama had come to see her.
"If you were Broken, you would never receive such treatment." Maiev deliberately sowed discord. "Illidan and I are, after all, of the same race. Aren't you disappointed to see that I haven't suffered any torture?"
"Illidan is corrupting your souls," Akama said wearily. "Some Watchers have already voluntarily accepted Fel and become Demon Hunters."
"Is that so?" Maiev tried to sound nonchalant. "Fine, it helps me weed out the disloyal ones from my team."
Akama remained silent for a long time. "Maiev, you know Illidan. He will consider the feelings of his people and treat the Watchers well, but his schemes are always unpredictable."
Maiev looked at him. "I don't understand, the Broken don't suffer, why would you betray Illidan?"
"Because of the Justice and conviction in my heart," Akama replied. "I pledge allegiance to a true hero, whose glory shines like the sun, and who could crush Illidan with a single finger."
Maiev pondered for a long time; there was no such person in Azeroth.
Akama stepped forward. "Illidan opened Portal to a New World."
"What does this have to do with me?" Maiev didn't understand.
Akama gently shook her head. "You are part of his plan. You are a woman, Illidan is a man, and most of the Watchers are women. Women can reproduce."
Maiev's pupils constricted instantly.