The Pit Lord's Judgment of Corruption and Depravity

Orgrimmar.

Lor'themar wore a tattered robe, disguising himself as a filthy wandering Orcs.

Behind him, the chief Archmage of Silvermoon City, Rommath, was in no better shape, disheveled and reeking of a foul odor.

Using Rommath's teleportation spell, Lor'themar successfully entered Orgrimmar. Now he could only wait for news before going to see Mannoroth.

The ornately dressed Blood Elf nobles were too conspicuous, and other races would easily become food for the Orcs, so the two could only disguise themselves as wandering Orcs.

"It stinks, it's so annoying," Rommath complained. "I say, will Mannoroth see us?"

"That depends on the gift Alaiseer sends."

Lor'themar wrapped his robe, which was infested with lice and bedbugs, tighter and longer, craning his neck to look at the Blood Elf embassy not far away.

The Blood Elf Ambassador to Orgrimmar is the most dangerous job for the Blood Elf race, with an average term of less than three days during which they secretly disappear.

It will most likely end up on some Orcs's dinner table and be eaten alive.

Lor'themar was used to sending his unruly subordinates to the embassy, and now, that was his only hope.

Before long, a group of fully armed Orcs swaggered into the embassy entrance. The officer said in a deep voice:

"Saurfang the Great needs an extra meal."

Several savage Orcs stormed into the embassy, knocked out the young Blood Elf ambassador, stuffed him into a bag, and carried him away.

In broad daylight, blatantly brazen.

Lor'themar sighed, thinking to herself that it was time to choose another ambassador.

"Hey, you two pieces of trash, come here." The Orcs officer beckoned to the two men.

Lor'themar felt a chill run down his spine. Disguising himself as Orcs was not entirely safe; Orcs sometimes ate their own kind.

That's why the two of them got into this dirty state, hoping to Orcs gourmet lose his appetite.

Being in Orgrimmar, Lor'themar dared not be negligent and had no choice but to bite the bullet and go over.

The Orcs officer approached Lor'themar and whispered, "Come with me. Lord Alaiseer has ordered me to give you a treasure."

Lor'themar was suddenly startled.

No wonder Alaiseer knew about Orgrimmar; he had already bribed the Orcs and woven an intelligence network.

Lor'themar and Rommath followed closely behind the group, heads drooping.

In a private restaurant in the Drag, the Blood Elf ambassador was sent to the kitchen to be prepared, and Orcs officer handed a box to Lor'themar.

"Lord Mannoroth resides in a cave in the Valley of Spirits. The rest is up to you. Good luck."

The Orcs officer patted Lor'themar on the shoulder, laughed, and left.

In the Valley of Spirits, a faint smell of sulfur wafted through the air, and Rommath keenly sensed a dense mass of Fel.

The roadside was littered with bones, mostly Orcs skeletons, with a few from other races of Azeroth.

A Pit Lord's appetite is terrifying; Mannoroth clearly treats Orgrimmar like a cafeteria.

"I think we might get eaten." Rommath felt a chill run down her spine.

Lor'themar was equally frightened, trembling as she said, "I hope everything goes well, and that the Holy Light will protect us."

Suddenly, terrifying Fel energy swept through Valley of Spirits, and the skeletons on both sides of the road, enveloped in Fel Fire, stood up and slowly surrounded it.

"Two Blood Elves, I don't remember this being a day for a snack." Mannoroth's voice echoed in my ears.

Lor'themar hurriedly announced, "I am Lor'themar, Regent of Silvermoon City, and I have brought a gift for the great Pit Lord."

The earth trembled violently as the Pit Lord Mannoroth burst out of the cave like a gust of wind, appearing before the two Blood Elves.

Lor'themar respectfully presented the wooden box, not even having a chance to see what was inside.

Mannoroth reached out his front paw to take the wooden box, and inside was a black stone.

An inconspicuous stone, found everywhere, with no distinguishing features other than its hardness.

Lor'themar's vision went black; he knew it was all over. He'd been tricked by Alaiseer. Whether he was cooked or steamed depended on Mannoroth's mood.

Unexpectedly, Mannoroth was overjoyed, caressing the stone as if it were a priceless treasure.

"A fine piece, truly a fine piece. The patterns, the craftsmanship—it must be from the Y'Shaarj Empire. The priests of the Black Empire have already realized that nothing preserves information better than stone."

Lor'themar then noticed that the Blackrock had been roughly processed and was covered with tadpole-like patterns.

Mannoroth glanced sideways at the two Blood Elves with his small eyes and asked Pride:

"Hey, you two, do you even know the significance of the Black Empire's existence?"

While Lor'themar was still pondering, the learned Rommath replied ingratiatingly:

"Lord Mannoroth, I know that the Old Gods created the Black Empire to corrupt the Azeroth World Soul."

"Corruption?" Mannoroth curled his lip and sneered, "Corruption and Corruption are the greatest lies in the universe. Azeroth joining the Void's side, and they call themselves Corruption? How ridiculous!"

Mannoroth's voice grew louder. "Power has no distinction between good and evil; good and evil depend only on the person wielding that power. But look at what they have done! Lord Sargeras noticed long ago that the most suitable power for the Eredar is Fel, not Holy Light. Eredar accept Fel energy become much stronger, yet they call it corruption."

"The Titans' Pantheon is rife with injustice. Lord Sargeras rebelled against the Pantheon simply because he was treated unfairly, yet they accuse him of corruption. Look at the Draenei now, wandering the stars, utterly miserable, slaughtered even by the backward and barbaric Orcs. Is this their so-called salvation?"

"Lord Archimonde had countless opportunities to annihilate the Draenei, but he deliberately let them go, just to show the major powers of the universe the tragic consequences of accepting the Holy Light. Didn't your Savior keep saying that being eaten by Orcs was an honor? Does that mean he represents fairness and Justice?"

Lor'themar and Rommath listened attentively like schoolchildren, but only they knew how much they truly understood.

Mannoroth said admiringly, "The Old Gods established the Black Empire to educate Azeroth. There are precedents in the universe: a World Soul that is not influenced by the outside world, after hatching, acts without good or evil, without any scruples, and is very easy to go astray. Because they possess great power, it is very difficult to educate them."

"Only through the influence of dreams during the incubation process can World Soul be born with wisdom and choose a path that suits it. Unfortunately, this was abruptly interrupted by the Titans, who wanted to educate Azeroth using their own methods, ultimately becoming lackeys of the Pantheon. It was only then that Lord Sargeras had no choice but to destroy the Pantheon."

After venting his anger, Mannoroth looked down at Lor'themar:

"This is a fine gift. That cunning Eitrigg forged Fragment of the Moon Goddess's Hand, sold it to Alaiseer at a high price, and then slandered him with baseless accusations, trying to seize his Wealth and wipe out the Blood Elves. Don't be fooled by my seemingly carefree lifestyle; I know everything. Rest assured, if I give the word, Eitrigg won't dare to do anything to you."

Lor'themar and Rommath were overjoyed and thanked them profusely.

Mannoroth pondered for a long while, then grinned wickedly:

"I'm not helping you for nothing. You need to do something for me. The main force of the Black Temple is the Demon Hunters. Fel has brought out the potential of the Night Elves, second only to the Highborne ten thousand years ago. The Demon Hunters have always been a thorn in my side."

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