Griftah, fearing A'dal's retaliation, did not return to Shattrath City and instead stayed in a cabin in Terokkar Forest.
As the most famous counterfeiter in Shattrath City, Griftah's business is booming, and people often come to him on their own initiative.
Following these clues, Vol'jin found Griftah and, to avoid frightening him, visited him alone.
"Griftah, how dare you deceive me!" Vol'jin immediately confronted him aggressively.
Griftah slowly raised his head, straightened his back, and said, "Everything requires evidence. I said I would help you find the Eye of Anzu."
"Then what about the Eye of Anzu?" Vol'jin asked angrily.
"Didn't you see Anzu?" Griftah said matter-of-factly. "Whether you can remove Anzu's eyes depends on your own ability; it has nothing to do with me."
"You!" Vol'jin stared in disbelief, his face turning a deep shade of liver.
It should be noted that Vol'jin was known for his cunning and resourcefulness; he was the one who always deceived others, never the one who had ever been fooled in this way.
Vol'jin's right hand reached for the blade at his waist, while Griftah watched calmly, unhurriedly unpacking the bundle on his back.
Upon seeing the familiar package, Vol'jin recalled that dreamlike night at Emperor Terokk's banquet, where even Vol'jin and Cairne, working together, were no match for Griftah.
Strength is the best medicine for venting anger. Vol'jin placed his hand where Griftah could see him, indicating that he Invincible.
"Griftah, I want to craft the Eye of Anzu. Name your price," Vol'jin said, softening his tone.
"My prices are always fair." Griftah pondered for a long while, then said, "It's just that keeping it from Thrall will be difficult; I need some precious materials."
Vol'jin sneered and said arrogantly, "Our Horde controls the entire Kalimdor. What precious materials don't we have?"
Griftah's expression was quite serious, and he said with utmost earnestness:
"These items I need aren't cheap: the horn of the Tauren Chieftain, the fangs of the Darkspear Tribe leader, the eyeball of the Blood Elf leader, and the toe of the Mag'har Orcs."
"What did you say?"
Vol'jin gritted his teeth in anger, but quickly understood the reason and paused for a moment.
Cairne Bloodhoof followed Vol'jin into the Spires of Arak and witnessed the entire process firsthand.
The Blood Elf Archmage Rommath helped build the Portal and was also one of those who knew the truth.
Gorkan Bloodfist escaped in the final stage, and no one can guarantee that he will keep quiet.
As for Vol'jin, needless to say, Griftah was very worried that he would betray him in the blink of an eye.
"You've thought this through very thoroughly." Vol'jin nodded, completely convinced.
Griftah grinned and said sincerely, "I'm just a nobody. If I hadn't been careful enough, I would have been eaten alive long ago."
"Alright, I promise you." Vol'jin knew that if he wanted to deceive Thrall, he couldn't leave out any of these things.
Griftah's furrowed brow gradually relaxed. "Bring me the item. The Eye of Anzu has been completed as promised; no one can tell it's fake."
None of these things are difficult for Vol'jin.
Tauren are merely food for Orcs, while Vol'jin is the Troll leader responsible for processing the ingredients; Cairne Bloodhoof would never dare to refuse.
Lor'themar, the leader of the Blood Elves, is said to have lost an eye in the war against the Scourge Undead.
But many suspect that his eyes were gouged out by Orcs.
With the skills of Blood Elf Priest, organ regeneration is not a difficult problem.
To showcase his achievements to the people, Lor'themar wore an eye patch year-round, accumulating political capital for himself.
Attentive people noticed that he often put the blindfold on the wrong eye, sometimes on his left eye and sometimes on his right.
Given the Blood Elves ' insignificant status within the Horde, it wouldn't be difficult for them to part with an eye.
Finally, there was Gorkan Bloodfist, whom Vol'jin didn't even consider a threat.
Three days later, Vol'jin obtained the materials he had hoped for.
Inside the cabin in Terokkar Forest, the two completed their trade, with Vol'jin acquiring the Eye of Anzu.
Vol'jin had seen the Eye of Anzu once, and it was exactly the same. He had to admire Griftah's superb craftsmanship.
As for why he couldn't make a prediction, Vol'jin had already come up with a reason.
In Shattrath City, Vol'jin prepares to return to Orgrimmar through the Portal to offer the Eye of Anzu to Thrall.
A'dal's gentle voice suddenly rang in Vol'jin's ears:
"Vol'jin, come to me."
Vol'jin dared not delay and arrived at the center of the Holy Light Plaza. A'dal asked with interest:
"Vol'jin, what are you holding in your hand?"
"By Your Excellency A'dal, what I hold in my hand is a replica of the Eye of Anzu." Vol'jin dared not lie to A'dal.
"Oh, let me see it."
A gentle Holy Light enveloped the box in Vol'jin's hand, flew to A'dal, and after a moment returned it to Vol'jin's hand.
"You've done well, Vol'jin. You're the one I have the highest hopes for in the Horde. Go forth, you have an infinite future, and you will surely have a place among the Loa of Azeroth."
Vol'jin bowed and scraped, leaving with utmost respect.
Before entering the Portal, Vol'jin carefully opened the box; the Eye of Anzu was still there, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
In Orgrimmar, the day after Vol'jin offered up the Eye of Anzu, Vol'jin was summoned by Thrall.
Inside the chieftain's tent, Thrall ate the heart of Tauren, while Eitrigg served him.
Vol'jin didn't dare to breathe, standing respectfully to the side, his back bent so low that his fangs almost touched the ground.
The Trolls of the Darkspear Tribe have always been hunched over and unable to straighten their backs; this is said to be a rule passed down by Vol'jin.
Thrall had a poor appetite and waved his hand after eating less than half of what he had eaten. Eitrigg then ordered the food to be taken away.
"The Eye of Anzu has given its prophecy." Thrall craned his neck, looking at Vol'jin with great displeasure.
"The Fragment of the Moon Goddess's Hand is in the hands of Alaiseer the Sunseeker."
Vol'jin frowned upon hearing this. Alaiseer the Sunseeker was a very wealthy Blood Elf who provided a quarter of the Horde's military expenditure.
This person's whereabouts are a mystery; he secretly controls the Sacred Relics Society and manages businesses throughout Azeroth.
These wealthy individuals, with their eccentric personalities and ambitious natures, are understandably interested in the power of the Elune.
Wait a minute, the Eye of Anzu is clearly fake, so how could it give a prophecy?
Vol'jin was puzzled and carefully observed Thrall's expression; the worry and dilemma he looked at didn't seem feigned.
Eitrigg said sarcastically, "I had successfully framed Illidan for stealing the Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand, but who would have thought this would turn into such a mess? Vol'jin, you've done a terrible job!"
"I'm innocent! "Vol'jin cried out in his heart.
With a heavy heart, Thrall said, "Alaiseer the Sunseeker is an unfathomable, mysterious, and low-key man. Eitrigg has sent assassins many times to try to eliminate him and seize his Wealth, but they have all failed. I heard that SI:7 is also looking for him, so I don't want to alert him for the time being."
Eitrigg added in a strange tone, "We must retrieve the Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand, Vol'jin. The mistake you made must be rectified."
Vol'jin was deeply troubled. After pondering for a long time, he asked:
"Great Savior, what should we do with the Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand if we obtain them?"
Without hesitation, Thrall replied, "The Moon Goddess's power is as vast as the universe; she doesn't care about such a minor loss. Order us to throw her into the spatial turbulence to destroy her."
There are numerous spatial turbulences above the Netherstorm in Outland.
Vol'jin stepped forward and asked, "Then who will verify the authenticity of the fragment?"
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