Around the fourteenth century, humans proposed a theory of "simplicity above all else," one of the tenets of which is not to believe in doctrines that cannot be falsified.
This is a way of thinking. For example, Aunt Wang next door pats someone on the shoulder and says with great enthusiasm, "Do you remember my aunt's brother-in-law's neighbor's mentally challenged son? Yes, the one who can't even count to ten, whose IQ is even lower than the Pekingese in the neighborhood, yesterday he took his whole family on a trip to Pluto."
Some people might think this way:
Did this idiot have some kind of miraculous encounter? Did he find a cultivation manual in a junkyard? Maybe he's an alien? Or maybe he just happened to meet a Marvel hero? The Jade Emperor's Bastard Son? A time traveler from the future? Was he parasitized by an alien creature? Did he find a system? A super prodigy who handcrafted a spaceship?
The simplest and most truthful way of thinking is: Aunt Wang is lying.
Following this line of thinking, Robbie offered his own idea: Vol'jin was also lying. Compared to the dark being equivalent to 1,200 Sargeras, this answer was simpler and closer to the truth.
"Impossible," Kel'Thuzad retorted immediately. "If it's a lie, then it can only be Thrall and Vol'jin putting on an act. Why would Thrall sacrifice his life for such a charade? It wouldn't benefit the Orcs at all."
Would Thrall risk his life for a performance? The answer is naturally no.
Robbie thought for a moment, then handed Kel'Thuzad a list of various secret recipes and remedies that Thrall had taken over the years.
Kel'Thuzad's eyes widened in astonishment, exclaiming, "My God, Thrall ate over a thousand Ghost Mushrooms!"
"Is there a problem with over a thousand Ghost Mushrooms?" Robbie didn't know much about Herbalism, especially the mysterious Alchemy, which always seemed elusive and unpredictable.
"Ghost Mushrooms are poisonous; even Dragons can't withstand a thousand of Ghost Mushroom." Kel'Thuzad looked down again. "My God, Thrall has been taking medicine like it's food all these years; he's actually consumed two thousand Grom's Blood."
"I've heard that Grom's blood can replenish vital energy, but is this stuff poisonous too?" Robbie asked again.
Kel'Thuzad replied, "Grom's blood is usually used to brew Demon-Slaying Potions, which can make a person's blood boil and make them unafraid of Demons. However, long-term use can cause brain damage, with unimaginable consequences."
"Oh no! Thrall actually ate three thousand of Khadgar's Whiskers! Has he gone mad?" Kel'Thuzad cried out in pain, explaining in a low voice, "Khadgar's Whiskers can be used to make mana potions, but if consumed in large quantities, they can cause muscle rupture, loss of consciousness, and gastrointestinal bleeding."
"I've heard that Khadgar's beard can cure baldness." Robbie shrugged. It seemed the rumors were unreliable; one shouldn't just take herbs indiscriminately.
Kel'Thuzad continued reading the long list, his expression growing increasingly strange:
"Haunted Herring, last week's Mammoth meat, spoiled clam meat, cake crumbs left over from the Ooze, Ghoul snot, Plague Bat droppings, Felhound saliva, dust from the Succubus's hooves, Felguard's earwax, Pit Lord's nail paste... Well, all I can say is, it's a miracle Thrall is still alive after eating so many bizarre things. I really don't know how he did it."
Robbie had a sudden realization: that was the problem. Most people would have died long ago if they ate this junk, and even Thrall's Orcs physique couldn't handle it.
In fact, it would be impossible to poison Thrall with so many poisonous substances.
These poisons have limited toxicity, not enough to be fatal immediately upon ingestion. Instead, they accumulate gradually until death. Once the person experiences discomfort, they will stop taking them before reaching a lethal dose.
"So what could have caused Thrall to eat so much harmful stuff and still be alive and kicking until yesterday?" Robbie discussed the possibilities with Kel'Thuzad.
Kel'Thuzad pondered for a moment, gradually understanding, and nodded, saying, "If it was Vol'jin's doing, then it's not hard to explain. I've heard that among the gods worshipped by Trolls, some can even keep the dead alive as if they were still alive. Although Thrall's body was damaged by these herbs, certain Troll gods can still keep him healthy."
It's not hard to analyze that this is a conspiracy that has been going on for many years.
Thrall was attacked by Prince Kael'thas in Silvermoon City and suffered from a hidden illness due to psychological issues. Eitrigg sought medical treatment for him everywhere, and the plot probably began from the first contact between the Orcs and Trolls.
Vol'jin Mastery various herbs. On the one hand, he provided Thrall with all sorts of poisonous herbs, deliberately damaging his body. On the other hand, he secretly maintained Thrall's health by using the power of the Troll gods.
Out of fear of Medivh, Vol'jin dared not let Thrall die from the poison; he was waiting for the right opportunity.
After Medivh became the "Flesh-Eternal," Vol'jin seized the opportunity to incite Saurfang the Great, Garrosh, and Agna to pressure Thrall. When Thrall unleashed his full power, all that was needed was to remove the Troll spirit from Thrall's body, and his body would collapse instantly, like a building without its pillars, creating the illusion that Vol'jin had easily killed the Demons Thrall.
The plan was flawless, after all, the Orcs came from Outland and didn't know much about the herbs of Azeroth.
Indeed, it's brilliant, cunning enough to catch anyone off guard. But like those dazzling magic tricks, once you know the truth, it's nothing special.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad discussed it and decided not to expose Vol'jin's trick for the time being.
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Stormwind Keep, this massive and sturdy fortress, sits atop a cliff north of Stormwind City, providing a secure residence for the King and the city's other nobles.
A solemn atmosphere Stormwind Keep today; the guards didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Shanmiusen Worgen Udir escorted Prince Anduin's coffin into Stormwind Keep, where it was placed before the throne.
After the ship loaded with explosives exploded, Prince Anduin's body was completely destroyed. The so-called coffin was just a charred half-skull with a few bones, and it's hard to say whether it was actually Prince Anduin's remains.
King Varian, seated on his throne, simply looked down at the ground and remained Anjing for a while before suddenly raising his voice to demand:
"Who can tell me what happened? Why did my son die at the Karabor Temple? Who killed him? Whom should I seek revenge against?"
Below the throne stood many nobles, each dressed in magnificent attire, elegant in demeanor, and adorned with various prestigious titles, but none dared to utter a word, not even a loud breath.
Everyone knows how Prince Anduin died, and King Varian himself knows it very well.
He needed an excuse, a euphemistic explanation, to find a suitable reason for his son to avenge his son against the Draenei.
Anduin was never a dutiful Prince. Logically, as the sole heir to the Kingdom of Stormwind, he should have stayed obediently in Stormwind Keep and waited to inherit the throne; that would have been his proper duty.
As a result, he ran around everywhere— Theramore, Exodar, Ironforge, Pandaria, Draenor. Countless people suffered because of the Prince's ambitions, and the Alliance paid a heavy price.
Now that things have finally gone wrong, how can King Varian let this go without coming up with a solution?
But how should he put it? Shanmiusen secretly winked at the Worgen Udir.
Udir sighed, thinking to himself that he had no choice but to take the risk and try it himself.