Thrall paused for a moment, then said, "Of course, it's the Emissary will confirm it. Vol'jin, you wouldn't be trying to cheat us by creating a fake Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand to deceive the Emissary, would you?"
Eitrigg, taking advantage of the situation, made a big fuss.
"Vol'jin, you so clever and resourceful, how could you come up with such a wicked idea? Do you intend to blaspheme the gods?"
Vol'jin stroked his newly installed fangs and whispered, "The pressure on the Emissary must be immense if we can't retrieve the Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand."
Upon hearing this, Thrall and Eitrigg both fell into deep thought.
"This is just a temporary measure." Thrall blinked. "Deceiving the gods is a grave sin. Unless we're truly desperate, Eitrigg, you're responsible for retrieving the Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand from Alaiseer the Sunseeker. Be as tactful as possible, and absolutely do not offend our benefactor."
"Yes, great Savior," Eitrigg whispered in response.
Thrall tapped the table lightly and said, "I trust Eitrigg to handle things, but I'm afraid Alaiseer the Sunseeker might not know what's good for him. We must prepare for both possibilities. Vol'jin, you are responsible for forging the fake Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand and reaching an agreement with the Emissary. Be careful and do not tarnish the dignity of my Horde."
Vol'jin thought to himself that this was unfair.
Although Alaiseer the Sunwatcher was elusive, he was, after all, only a mortal.
Elune, is an unfathomable True God; who knows what punishment awaits those who blaspheme against a deity?
But Vol'jin dared not disobey Thrall's orders and had no choice but to agree.
Thrall slammed his fist on the table and said sinisterly, "Remember, Illidan is our greatest enemy. We must prove Illidan guilty of stealing the shards. With the help of the Moon Goddess, defeating Illidan will be a piece of cake. Hurry up and get to work, for the sake of Azeroth."
In Silvermoon City, Lor'themar Theron stretched after a long day's work.
Compared to Silvermoon City's million-strong population during Anasterian Sunstrider's reign, Silvermoon City now resembles a small village.
At that time, King Anasterian was very leisurely, spending no more than three hours a day on state affairs, and he liked to go out to watch plays in the evening.
Yet, he managed Silvermoon City with remarkable efficiency.
Now, Lor'themar Theron handles everything personally, big or small.
Busy and overwhelmed, growing old day by day, Silvermoon City is still struggling financially and declining.
A guard walked up to Lor'themar expressionlessly, sat down without waiting for his orders, and stared intently at him.
This was extremely impolite. Lor'themar suppressed her anger and whispered, "Speak quickly."
The guard took out a tentacle, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
The Sacred Relics Society named it the Voiceworm.
The Voiceworm is a relic from the ancient Black Empire, a glorious civilization created by the Old Gods before the Titans arrived.
The guard groaned in pain, convulsing constantly, Voiceworm controlled his mouth, tongue, and ears, a process that was extremely agonizing.
Lor'themar picked up her teacup and sipped slowly. After a long while, the guard stopped convulsing and revealed a cunning and shrewd unfamiliar expression.
"Alaiseer the Sunseeker." Lor'themar pouted unhappily. "Why do you always talk to me like this?"
The Voiceworm were originally a pair; no matter how far apart they were, they could hear each other's voices.
"I dare not enter Silvermoon City." The guard's gaze wandered aimlessly, losing focus.
"I had barely stepped through the city gates when the Orcs teleported over, chopped off my head, and hung it at the gate."
Lor'themar clasped her hands together. "If that's the case, why are you giving away so much Wealth to support Thrall? Are you tired of living?"
"Because you're a piece of trash," Alaiseer mocked, controlling his guards. "You're utterly incompetent. I can only rely on the Horde's strength to search for the ruins of the Black Empire throughout the land."
The Society of Sacred Relics Society is on par with the Explorers' League of Ironforge, but their focuses differ.
The Explorers' League focuses on excavating Titans Ruins throughout Azeroth, while the Sacred Relics Society excels at exploring Black Empire ruins.
Lor'themar said unhappily, "If you're just trying to mock me, please leave. Let's not waste each other's time."
The guard laughed loudly, "What, Lor'themar? Have you forgotten who supplies Silvermoon City with food? Without my help, the Blood Elves would starve to death this winter. What else can you do besides betraying your people to Thrall? Useless trash."
Lor'themar was so angry that her face turned red, and she slammed her hand on the table and said:
"Since that's the case, then there's nothing more to discuss. Take all the grain. The people of Silvermoon City would rather starve than bow down to you."
The guard chuckled coldly, "For the sake of your own dignity, you'd rather see the Blood Elves wiped out. Lor'themar, do you really think I care about the safety of Silvermoon City? Your threats are meaningless. I'm supporting your food supplies only because I don't want Prince Kael'thas to return. What dignity do you have? In Thrall's presence, you're not even worth a dog."
Lor'themar's face was ashen, his lips trembling. The guard looked at him mockingly. "Lor'themar, you're in deep trouble. If I were you, I'd flee Silvermoon City immediately."
"What do you mean?" Lor'themar asked, puzzled.
"Recently, Vol'jin wanted one of your eyes, didn't he?" the guard asked with a smile.
"One eye is nothing!" Lor'themar adjusted his eye patch.
The guard grinned wickedly. "Your eyes were exchanged for a fake Eye of Anzu. Originally, Vol'jin was supposed to use the Eye of Anzu to make a prophecy, but Eitrigg wanted to claim the credit for himself, so he proposed to preside over the prophecy ceremony. Thrall agreed, and for some reason, the fake Eye of Anzu gave a prophecy that pointed directly at me."
Lor'themar knew the whole story and asked in a low voice, "Is it you?"
"I'm innocent." The guard was very unhappy. "I suspect Eitrigg wants to use this opportunity to seize everything from me. Eitrigg can't find me, what do you think he'll do?"
Lor'themar felt a chill run down her spine and stood up in alarm.
Eitrigg had only one option left: to force Lor'themar to hand over Alaiseer the Sunseeker.
If he can't do it, given Eitrigg's personality, he'll definitely make Lor'themar wish he were dead.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and another guard rushed in in a panic.
"Regent, something terrible has happened! Lord Eitrigg has come to visit and requests to see you."
"What should I do?" Lor'themar was so anxious she wanted to kill herself.
The guard simply looked at him with a smile.
A series of hurried footsteps approached; judging from the sound, it belonged to a large group of Orcs. Eitrigg's voice boomed:
"Lor'themar, I know you're here. If you don't hand over Alaiseer the Sunseeker today, I'll devour you piece by piece."
Lor'themar, sweating profusely, pleaded, "Alaiseer, please help me!"
The guard sighed softly, looking at him with Mercy.
"Listen, the Pit Lord Mannoroth is in Orgrimmar. Only he can save you."
The footsteps of the large Orcs were already very close. Lor'themar wiped the sweat from his face.
"What merit do I possess to have moved a Pit Lord?"
The guard smiled mysteriously, "To please him, I have something good that Mannoroth will definitely like."
Lor'themar was overjoyed and hurriedly escaped through the back door to find Archmage Rommath.
Eitrigg appeared in the doorway, holding a Blood Elf girl whose neck had been bitten off, and said in confusion:
"Lor'themar is indeed not here. Where did that lowly piece of trash go?"
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