Whether it's a wolf with an exceptionally keen sense of smell or a vigilant eye that can see through stealth, a skilled Stealth like Vanessa has ways to overcome them.
Robbie, disbelieving Saileni's disguise, produced the Brotherhood's specially made, exquisite Orcs attire, Leonardo Axe of Tyranny, and appeared on the stage of Shadowmoon Valley as the legendary Orcs.
Having Orcs disguise isn't enough; you also need a Shadowmoon Clan Orcs suit of armor.
Robbie hid behind a large tree when, just then, a patrolling Shadowmoon Clan Orcs passed by. Robbie shouted, "My God, what's this? I've found a treasure chest!"
Where is the treasure chest?
The Orcs immediately followed the sound, Robbie knocked him unconscious with a punch, and Vanessa was even more ruthless, slitting his throat directly. The Legendary Rogue was indeed powerful, not a drop of blood was shed.
Donning tattered Shadowmoon Clan Orcs gear, the two worked together to dispose of the corpse. Robbie swaggered into Shaz'gul, with Vanessa following behind Robbie in Stealth mode.
Shaz'gul, an important base for the Shadowmoon Clan Orcs, is shrouded in a strong atmosphere of war.
The sharp wooden fences were stained with blood, and a large group of craftsmen were busy beside unfinished war machines. Bare-chested Orcs blacksmiths were forging weapons and armor. Piles of oil, resin, and other combustibles were stacked up. Although the camp was chaotic and completely unplanned, it was clear that the Shadowmoon Clan Orcs were preparing for this war.
Think about the Draenei in Embaari Village; all they do is beg for the Holy Light. How can their sense of crisis be so different?
A muscular, axe-wielding Warrior glanced at Robbie and asked, puzzled:
"Who are you? I don't know you."
Robbie didn't answer, punched him to the ground, and then kicked him several times until he was barely alive. Then Robbie stripped him of his equipment, stole his Battle Axe and money pouch, and loudly announced:
"From this moment forward, you must remember that I, Leonardo Brutalaxe, am destined to become a great warrior."
The Orcs gathered around cheered, their eyes filled with awe.
This is the custom of the Orcs: fists are the best answer, and violence is the best means of communication.
Several weaker Orcs approached, fawning, "Boss Axe of Tyranny, we have perfect barbecue, a delicacy specially prepared for the Iron Horde's envoys. You should try it too!"
The Iron Horde has arrived too? Robbie's heart sank; things looked bad.
Robbie waved his hand dismissively and said loudly, "Ner'zhul sent me to patrol the camp to prevent Alliance spies from infiltrating. You bunch of bastards better watch yourselves, or I'll smash your heads in."
The disguise was successful, and his identity was recognized. Robbie planted a bomb at the designated location in Shaz'gul, and also killed a wolf, roasted it over a fire, and ate it.
Being human, Robbie's appetite couldn't keep up with that of the Orcs, but thankfully Vanessa helped share the load.
Robbie rampaged through the camp with impunity, knocking down anyone who dared to stop him. It must be said that the Shadowmoon Clan Orcs were far inferior to the Orgrimmar Orcs in terms of discipline and management, having not experienced the baptism of two wars. This allowed Robbie to easily approach the core area, Ner'zhul's Altar.
Near Ner'zhul's Altar, Robbie saw an Alliance adventurer kneeling on the ground. It was a Dwarf Shaman, and for some reason, he was trembling with fear.
"Chief Ner'zhul, we, the Peace Dove, are very sincere. The Shaman of the Earthen Ring will surely grant your wish. You only need to share some secrets with us..."
"Shut up, you bunch of hypocritical bastards! You were the ones who rejected our friendship first. No one can refuse the great Shadowmoon Clan Chieftain."
Ner'zhul roared, "Listen! I do not obey anyone's commands. Unless you bring those Shaman to me, make them obey my orders, and become my Servants, you will not get any secrets from me."
The Dwarf Shaman stammered, "Great Ner'zhul, please listen to me, perhaps we should each back down a little..."
Ner'zhul ignored his rambling and went straight up to him, snapping his neck.
From a nearby tent emerged a tall, fully armed Orcs, clad in brand-new steel armor—equipment far superior to that of the Shadowmoon Clan. He sneered at Ner'zhul:
"Your guards are too lax, Chief. I caught this spy right outside your door."
Ner'zhul shook his head. "They're not spies, they're negotiators from the Peace Dove."
The tall Orcs looked at the corpse on the ground and said contemptuously:
"Treating envoys like this is somewhat immoral. Have you forgotten how they treat our messengers? If the Iron Horde captures him, I'll put him directly on the fire to roast him; that would be the most polite thing to do."
Ner'zhul sneered and said viciously:
"The Peace Dove are a bunch of filthy scum. The more impatient I become, the more concessions they make. I've already killed eighteen such negotiators. They'll compromise soon, and the Shadowmoon Clan will reap huge benefits from this cooperation."
"Excellent, Chieftain, you have grasped the essence of diplomacy," the tall Orcs praised.
Ner'zhul roared, "I hate the green-skinned Orcs! The Shaman of the Earthen Ring will surely fall into my hands. I am very interested in their knowledge, especially their elemental magic. The Draenei astrologers have been sent to Bastion of Pain; their knowledge will help me summon the Dark Star and make me a god of the Iron Horde. The Peace Dove, those damned scum, are delusional to try to pry into the secrets of the Dark Star!"
The tall Orcs said, "The chieftain values actions, not words. Shadow Mage, our Invincible fleet is about to arrive in Karabor. Prepare to welcome them."
Just then, Vanessa secretly tugged at Robbie's sleeve and whispered in Robbie ear, "Look over there."
Feeling the warmth of Vanessa's hair, Robbie spotted Yrel shivering in the grass not far away.
"We must take this burden with us when we escape." Vanessa frowned slightly.
"Wait." Robbie stopped Vanessa, his eyes flashing with dots, lines, and planes. Robbie realized that this Yrel was different from the Draenei:
"There's something wrong with this Yrel; she must be an imposter. It's definitely a trap."
"A trap?" Vanessa approached the "Yrel," sniffing the air like a puppy, before quickly returning to Robbie's side. "It was fake after all. Her scent is different from Yrel's. I almost fell for it."
Robbie's eyes gleamed as he analyzed earnestly, "The Peace Dove, in alliance with the Shadowmoon Clan, set a trap to lure us in. The real Yrel has either been killed or escaped."
"How do you know?" Vanessa asked curiously.
"It's simple," Robbie explained in a low voice. "Shaz'gul's warehouse was piled high with herbs and minerals; given Yrel's personality, he would have emptied it all long ago."
"That's a very good reason." Vanessa was also familiar with Yrel's personality.
Robbie found several Orcs guards and pointed out the hiding place of the imposter impersonating Yrel.
"You guys, go search the bushes over there."
The Orcs were bewildered, staring at Robbie in confusion. This was a heavily guarded core area; how could there be enemies hiding there?
Robbie kicked one of the Orcs hard, and the remaining Orcs obediently headed towards "Yrel's" hiding place.
With a loud bang, they triggered the magical trap.
Amidst the vast expanse of light and fire, "Yrel" revealed its true form: the Truna Observatory, home to Carola, the human Priest captured by Ner'zhul.
Vanessa sighed, "I hope Yrel is alright."
Hearing the commotion, Ner'zhul rushed over, and Vanessa took the opportunity to slip into Ner'zhul's tent, only to return to Robbie's side shortly afterward.
"Commander, what are you doing at Ner'zhul's tent?" Robbie asked.
Vanessa smiled smugly, and a roughly-designed staff appeared in her hand.
Ner'zhul's Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls is a family heirloom of the Shadowmoon Clan and a symbol of the chieftain's status.
"Remember at the Truna Observatory? I secretly memorized the design of the Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls and had one made. Don't worry, my craftsmanship is excellent. Ner'zhul won't discover that his staff has been switched anytime soon."
Robbie and Vanessa successfully exited Shaz'gul and detonated the bomb.
Robbie and Vanessa stood side by side, gazing at the chaos among the Shadowmoon Clan Orcs. Countless war materials had been destroyed, and the Shadowmoon Clan's fighting strength was destined to be greatly diminished.
On their way back to Twilight Grove, they ran into Yrel. The little hoof came rushing over, looking anxious. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Robbie and Yrel were safe and sound.
"Yrel, there's something wrong with that move!" Robbie couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I know you have a big chest, but showing it off in front of my commander isn't very appropriate. You should be more considerate of the pain of women with small chests. Didn't you see Vanessa's face turn pale?"
"Yrel, it's so good to see you're safe and sound." Vanessa's gaze wandered elsewhere, her tone unnatural.
Robbie asked from the side, "Yrel, how did you escape from Shaz'gul?"
Yrel glared at him. "Who said I escaped? I fought my way out!"
Robbie and Vanessa both stared at her without saying a word.
Feeling a little guilty under their scrutiny, Yrel whispered, "Alright, to be honest, I don't know why, the Orcs went easy on me and didn't launch a serious attack, which allowed me to break through. I discovered a Peace Dove disguised as someone exactly like me, and when I heard you were coming, I rushed over to help."
That little rascal actually has a conscience; it's somewhat unexpected that Ner'zhul would let Yrel leave.
Vanessa listened with a hint of panic as Yrel recounted his escape from Shaz'gul.
After parting ways with Yrel, Vanessa bit her lip and said to Robbie with a grave expression, "My worst fears have come true. The Draenei have chosen to cooperate with the Peace Dove."
"What? This... how is this possible?" Robbie was completely stunned.
The purpose of the Peace Dove is to help the Horde, that is, the Draenei of Shadowmoon Valley want to join the Horde.
"Commander, I don't quite understand." Robbie knew he was far less politically astute than Vanessa.
Vanessa, filled with worry, explained in a low voice:
"Ner'zhul deliberately let Yrel go because he learned from the Peace Dove that the Draenei had chosen the Horde. If the Shadowmoon Clan also chose to cooperate with the Horde, they would be one family. In other words, the Alliance in the Lunarfall would face a joint attack from the Draenei, the Shadowmoon Clan, and the Iron Horde."