Near the Lightfall Altar, Yrel was still kneeling on the ground, weeping loudly. If one did not know the truth, one would really think she was grieving for the death of the Prophet Velen.
There's no one else here, so who is Yrel putting on this crying show for?
Robbie searched carefully and discovered a recording crystal hidden in the grass in front of Yrel, which recorded Yrel's heartbroken cries. Robbie sighed and rubbed his forehead, thinking, "That little brat really loves to put on a show."
Robbie looked at Vanessa with concern; controlling the Dark Star was no easy task.
The Shadowmoon Clan had been preparing for this for hundreds of years, Ner'zhul was Orcs genius who appeared only once in a century, but in the end, they still failed.
Vanessa noticed Robbie's worry, smiled brightly, and said with a hint of gratitude, "Don't worry. There's successful experience in enslaving a dark Naaru before. Someone once told me that to succeed, you just need to find professionals to help you."
A professional who successfully enslaved a Dark Naaru? Robbie began to wonder, did such a person even exist?
Vanessa noticed Robbie's question, her face brightening. She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Do you remember M'uru of Sunwell Plateau?"
M'uru was a very pitiful Naaru. He traveled to Outland with the Army of the Light aboard the interdimensional ship Tempest Keep. While the other Naaru went to Shattrath City to fight Illidan, only M'uru stayed behind to guard the ship.
Elven Prince Kael'thas led a surprise attack on Tempest Keep, captured M'uru, and sent him to Silvermoon City as a gift. However, the Blood Elves drained M'uru of his Holy Light, creating the first Blood Elf knights. Due to the excessive draining of his Holy Light, M'uru's Holy Light power became extremely weak, and he ultimately fell into darkness, becoming Naaru.
After the fall of Tempest Keep, Kael'thas attacked Silvermoon City and abducted M'uru, sending him to the rebuilt Sunwell Plateau. There, corrupted by Kil'jaeden's power, M'uru became part of the Burning Legion.
Thinking of poor M'uru, Robbie received a hint: there were indeed successful precedents for controlling a Dark Naaru; at least Kil'jaeden had succeeded. Robbie couldn't help but ask, "Commander, are you talking about Kil'jaeden the Deceiver?"
Vanessa gently shook her head, her delicate face unusually serious as she said:
"Kil'jaeden's true form did not successfully enter Azeroth. In fact, the resurrection of Kael'thas using fel energy, the control of the corrupted Naaru M'uru, and the rebuilding of the Sunwell Plateau's defenses were all accomplished by Kil'jaeden's lieutenants, the Eredar Twins. After the failure of the Sunwell Plateau, the Eredar Twins were relieved of their lieutenant positions and are now in dire straits, forced to take on various jobs to make a living. They can be summoned for a certain price."
So that's how it is. Back in the day, after Kil'jaeden's invasion of Sunwell Plateau failed, the Burning Legion sought to hold someone accountable for the defeat, and someone had to step forward and accept punishment.
The Dreadlord Sathrovarr the Corruptor should have been the first to be punished. The Legion ordered Sathrovarr to control a powerful Dragonkin to guard the gate, but he instead controlled Kalecgos, a weakling whose feeble fighting ability brought shame upon the Burning Legion. Kil'jaeden pointed out that even if he himself were the gatekeeper, it would be better than controlling Kalecgos.
Sathrovarr explained that he had received a prophecy that Kalecgos would become the Aspect of the Blue. A future Dragon King should have some ability, but he was really weak. Kil'jaeden verified it and found that it was true. He really couldn't understand how a weak dragon could become Dragon King.
For this reason, Sathrovarr escaped punishment.
The Pit Lord Brutallus died in battle, and even if the undead dragon Felmyst survived, it wouldn't matter to her.
In the end, the Eredar Twins had to take the blame. They lost their positions as Adjutant, were fined five hundred years' worth of wages, and were ordered to lead a Demons Legion to attack Azeroth to atone for their sins.
Unfortunately, the Demons Legion entrusted to the Eredar Twins was far too weak, lacking both provisions and reinforcements. Forget about attacking Azeroth Continent; even basic survival was a problem. The Eredar Twins, in a fit of desperation, disregarded all Legion and led these Demons to a life of mercenary service.
If the Eredar Twins could be summoned, then controlling the Dark Star would be entirely possible, given the twin sisters' successful experience.
Vanessa and Robbie moved some large stones and arranged them into a simple Altar.
Upon hearing that the Eredar Twins were to be summoned, Yrel approached with a curious expression, a few tears glistening on her face.
"Yrel, your master Velen just died," Robbie, deliberately trying to rub salt in the wound.
"We've run out of image crystals," Yrel said casually, though she seemed quite enthusiastic about summoning Demons: "The Eredar Twins, huh? I've seen their photo album, and I've wanted to see them in person for ages."
Summoning high-ranking Demons of the Burning Legion is no easy task; it is generally only accomplished by exceptionally high-level Warlocks and is an extremely risky adventure.
The most difficult part is that after being summoned, the Demons are very irritable, and it's not easy to get them to behave. Enslaving the Demons is also a problem. If you don't have enough power, you have to resort to trade, since the Demons are willing to come to Azeroth because there are benefits and advantages to attract them.
Robbie was quite curious to see how Vanessa, who wasn't Warlock, would summon the Eredar Twins.
The makeshift Altar was completed, and Vanessa took out the offerings for the summoning.
A jar of braised beef, once opened, released a fragrant aroma that made Robbie and Yrel both swallow hard.
Vanessa drew a summoning Magic Circle on the ground and placed the braised beef in the center.
As Vanessa uttered the incantation, a massive Portal appeared in the center of the Magic Circle.
"Foolish mortals, you have summoned something beyond your control. If no suitable sacrifice awaits us, we will kill you with our own hands. Hmm! What's this taste?"
The sexy Eredar sisters stepped through the Portal. Apart from the pair of curved demon horns on their heads, they were no different from Draenei women. Perhaps due to having lived for countless years, they possessed a mature and composed beauty.
"I miss this taste so much!" Queen Sacrolash, the elder sister, exclaimed, a look of ecstasy on her face as she inhaled the aroma of the beef. "Back in Sunwell Plateau, I smelled the beef wafting from the Orcs Camp and couldn't help but drool. Unfortunately, we failed and never got to fulfill our wish."
The Eredar sisters knelt on the ground, sharing the beef from the jar. Their figures were mature and voluptuous, with prominent breasts and buttocks. Yrel looked at her own high breasts and could only sigh, admitting her inferiority.
Vanessa had already quietly hidden behind Yrel.
After finishing a jar of beef, the Eredar sisters seemed to be in a good mood, and they looked at Robbie, who was standing at the front.
"Handsome human, what do you want? Whips, candles, heat, burning, pain, as long as the price is right," said the high-ranking sorceress, Aurecis, with a tempting look.
"Wait, we're mercenaries, we sell our skills, not our bodies." Queen Sacrolash, the older sister, pulled her outspoken younger sister aside and looked around at the dark pillar of light and the slowly rotating Maelstrom in the sky.
"Looks like you're in trouble, oh! Oh! This reminds me of poor M'uru."