Mannoroth's small eyes were earnest and determined. "Without eliminating the Demon Hunters, we cannot breach the Black Temple."
Lor'themar said in a panic, "How could I possibly be worthy of such a title? I am no match for Demon Hunter."
Mannoroth sneered, making no attempt to hide his mockery:
"That's right, you're no match for any Demon Hunter. The Demon Hunters are currently exploring Mardum ancient land of sorrow for Demon Hunter Draenei. I suspect Magtheridon is with them, but that fool's overconfidence in the Eye of Destiny has limited his growth. Magtheridon can't help the Demon Hunters, so I need your help."
Lor'themar was baffled; he was unaware of the hidden crisis in the world of Mardum.
Mannoroth produced a parchment map and handed it to Lor'themar: "Take this, a map of Mardum's Abyss, and find a way to deliver it to Illidan."
Lor'themar dared not accept the map, and stammered, "I have no connection with Illidan whatsoever."
"Fool, do I have to teach you everything?" Magtheridon was furious. "Go find Akama, he knows what to do."
Vol'jin sought out Griftah again, pleading for the creation of Fragment of the Moon Goddess's Hand.
Griftah shook his head vigorously. "Impossible. First of all, I've never seen Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand. More importantly, deceiving a god is too costly."
"I've already Emissary, and I guarantee everything will go perfectly." Vol'jin lied; he hadn't had a chance to meet the Emissary yet.
Griftah's lips curled slightly. "Do you think I'm a fool? If anything goes wrong, you and the Emissary will definitely shift the blame onto me. There's no room for discussion on this."
Vol'jin pleaded until he was hoarse, but Griftah simply wouldn't agree, so he abandoned the cabin and disappeared.
Dejected, Vol'jin returned to Orgrimmar and nervously went to see Thrall, only to unexpectedly encounter Lor'themar and Rommath.
Thrall, who is always arrogant and has a cleanliness obsession, unexpectedly had dinner with Lor'themar. The two chatted and laughed, like close friends.
Vol'jin was secretly a little jealous; given Vol'jin status and position, it was rare for him to have the opportunity to dine at the same table as Thrall.
Thrall looked up at Vol'jin: "Deceiving the Moon Goddess is a grave sin. Stop here. We've received intelligence that the Shard of the Moon Goddess's Hand is in Illidan's possession."
Vol'jin scratched his head, somewhat incredulous; it seemed things had changed again.
"Now we must fully cooperate with Lor'themar," Thrall said solemnly. "The Black Temple is our primary focus. The Draenei are accustomed to repaying evil with kindness, so Lor'themar will be responsible for contacting Akama. Vol'jin, you will fully assist Lor'themar."
Vol'jin was resentful at being made second-in-command. Lor'themar stood up and gave a fake smile:
"I hope to cooperate sincerely with Lord Vol'jin. I still have a lot to learn from you, as you fed 300,000 Vol'jin Darkspear Tribe to the Orcs back then."
Vol'jin gritted his teeth in hatred, a smile plastered on his face:
"No, no, to be eaten by Orcs is a worthy death, a worthwhile one."
Early the next morning, Vol'jin, Lor'themar, Archmage Rommath headed to Shattrath City.
The Horde's intelligence network was controlled by Vol'jin and Eitrigg, and Silvermoon City's intelligence agencies suffered devastating destruction during the Orcs invasion.
Silvermoon City later suffered several calamities, and after Lor'themar became Regent, he was only focused on maintaining his rule and never thought of rebuilding the intelligence network.
Vol'jin made up his mind that since Lor'themar was the main force and he was only supporting him, he would absolutely not provide any information.
Just as Vol'jin had predicted, Lor'themar was somewhat bewildered upon entering Shattrath City and could only turn to the Scryers for help.
The Scryers suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Tempest Keep and have yet to recover, leaving them in a period of transition.
The Prophet Voren'thal received Lor'themar, but upon hearing that he wished to see Akama, Voren'thal said with difficulty:
"The Scryers and the Broken are enemies. I have no personal relationship with Akama and cannot help you with this matter."
Lor'themar had no choice but to take his leave, feeling utterly lost. The sense of superiority he had felt from being favored by Mannoroth and valued by Thrall vanished instantly.
Just as Lor'themar was feeling lost and helpless, a pale-faced Elf approached and greeted him:
"Lor'themar, my old friend, it's been a long time."
"It's you!" Lor'themar took a deep breath. "Dar'Khan Drasil, how does it feel to have joined the Scourge?"
Dar'Khan smiled faintly, "It's still better than life in Silvermoon City. Look at the kind of life you live, you could be eaten by Orcs at any moment."
Lor'themar roared, "Shut up! Don't you know what an honor it is to be eaten by Orcs? Every Blood Elf in Silvermoon City would gladly become Orcs food! I will not allow you to insult the great Orcs! You're infuriating! How could Azeroth have such an ungrateful wretch like you? You are a disgrace to the Blood Elves!"
Dar'Khan touched his nose, shrugged, and said, "I really can't understand your values. Goodbye."
"Wait!" Rommath noticed that Dar'Khan was dressed in fine clothes and was very familiar with Shattrath City, having met many acquaintances along the way.
"Dar'Khan, what are you doing in Shattrath City?" Rommath asked.
Dar'Khan glanced at him and casually said, "The big bosses of the Shattrath City Lower City were wiped out a few days ago. I took the opportunity to swallow up their power and now own 80% of the businesses in the Lower City."
"Do you know Akama?" Rommath asked with interest.
Dar'Khan's lips curled into a slight smile, "Your defeated foe is now my underling, helping to manage the business. The Broken in the Lower City need my help."
Lor'themar was taken aback. With the Scourge's backing, it wouldn't be difficult for Dar'Khan to unify the Lower City.
"We need to see Akama." Rommath observed Dar'Khan's expression. "Can you help us?"
"I'm a businessman," Dar'Khan said with a smile. "I can help you get in touch with Akama. Would you be willing to do me a small favor?"
Rommath thought for a moment, "Go ahead and say it."
Dar'Khan took out a letter and said shyly:
"I've long harbored feelings for Liadrin, but I felt unworthy of her before, so I never dared to confess. Now that I have my own career and have achieved some success, I hope you can give this love letter to Liadrin. Besides Lisa, she is the woman I love most."
That damned fellow actually had designs on Countess Liadrin.
Lor'themar and Rommath felt utterly disgusted, as if they had swallowed flies, but Thrall's mission was more important. Lor'themar snatched Dar'Khan's letter:
"It will definitely be delivered."
Dar'Khan was overjoyed. "Now that Liadrin's reply has arrived, I will take you to see Akama."
After parting ways with Dar'Khan, Vol'jin asked curiously, "Who is this?"
Rommath gritted his teeth and said, "Back then, when the Scourge chased the Orcs all the way to Silvermoon City, it was he who provided the Scourge with the parameters for the Sunwell's shield."
"So he's a traitor from Silvermoon City." Vol'jin nodded, remembering the guy.
Dar'Khan had been turned into Undead, and now, apart from being somewhat pale, he looked no different from a living person.
Lor'themar scoffed, "Dar'Khan is just a minor lord. I remember the nobles all support the Orcs, but he alone thinks we should side with the Scourge. How utterly foolish."
"Thank goodness we didn't listen to him," Rommath said proudly. "Look how happy the people of Silvermoon City are now."
The nobles of Silvermoon City who supported the Orcs have already been eaten by Orcs!
Is this happiness?
Vol'jin couldn't find an answer for the time being.
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