Back in their room, Robbie and Vanessa sat together, fiddling with Shalla'tor and discussing where the other Elf sword, Ellemayne, might be hidden.
"Let me see," Vanessa, taking the Shalla'tor and sniffing it like a puppy.
"Such a strong stench of blood, the smell of human blood, and the bitter odor of Bloodvine." Vanessa took out a map of the Dustwallow Marsh and quickly located a spot:
"Blood Gorge, north of Theramore, is said to be a place where many soldiers have mysteriously disappeared; it's a place full of strange occurrences."
Although Robbie and Vanessa came from the future, much information about Dustwallow Marsh has been lost. After all, Theramore was destroyed by the Focusing Iris, and most records were lost in the explosion.
"Let's get going without delay!" Robbie and Vanessa didn't like to drag things out, and as for Jaina, Experiment 335 was more than enough to handle it, anyway, he enjoyed spending time alone with Jaina.
Blood Gorge isn't far from Theramore, but the journey is through rugged swamps and winding, muddy paths, which would take a considerable amount of time to traverse on foot.
In order not to disturb Jaina, they had to hurry and finish the battle quickly. Robbie and Vanessa ignored the obstacles along the way and headed almost straight for Blood Gorge, taking very little time.
Within the canyon, piles of skeletons were visible, mostly human, but also including the remains of crocodiles or swamp spiders. The ground was muddy and reeked of foul odors. Hidden among the red vines, Robbie spotted an inconspicuous little stone house and sensed a dangerous aura emanating from it.
Vanessa immediately went into stealth mode to scout ahead, and returned quickly, nodding to Robbie.
Robbie kicked open the half-closed door of the stone house and saw a small human lying on the ground with long chains on his feet. Sensing someone's presence, the little man sat up in surprise, and loud snoring came from inside the house.
Then, perhaps sensing the presence of living beings, the snoring stopped, and Robbie saw a tall, imposing, orc-like Orcs monster rush out.
The monster was hideous, baring its teeth, with blood-red eyes, and wearing tattered leather armor covered in oil and blood. It swung its fist at Robbie.
Robbie dodged, then punched the humanoid monster in the head. The monster was agile enough to dodge, but it couldn't evade magic. A flash of light appeared, followed by a brief daze. This was Robbie's Fist of Justice.
Vanessa moved even faster. A flash of cold light appeared, and the humanoid monster crashed to the ground. His heart meridian had been severed, but Vanessa acted too quickly, and the wound had already closed, with no blood flowing out.
Vanessa then found the other half of the Elf sword, Ellemayne, in the monster's bedroom.
The short Chef couldn't see Vanessa in Stealth mode, only Robbie in heavy armor. He threw a single punch, which seemed to miss, before the Horde's warrior Rexxar inexplicably collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
The short man rubbed his eyes, feeling as if he were dreaming.
After Vanessa obtained the Elf sword, she casually severed the little man's chains, Robbie helped him remove the nails from his ankle, and then cast Holy Light —all in the blink of an eye.
Before the short man could even feel the pain, he was surprised to find that his injury had completely healed.
Seeing Robbie leave quickly and disappear without a trace, leaving him alone in the house.
Not long after, Misha the brown bear swaggered in from outside, not even glancing at Rexxar lying on the ground, and instead busy playing with the little Chef.
The short Chef was still in a daze. He rubbed Misha's head and glanced at the dead Rexxar.
Suddenly, a good idea popped into his head.
Rexxar cannot be considered a hunter; there is no hunter who only uses melee weapons. Strictly speaking, he is a beast tamer, and most of his strength comes from the beasts he tames. His own strength is quite limited, and he is far inferior to the heroes of the Horde.
After being deceived by Thrall, Rexxar's ambitions shattered overnight, and he became completely despondent. He ignored Misha, punched and kicked her, and glared at her with hostility. It was only thanks to the small Chef that Misha was taken care of that the two developed a deep bond.
The short Chef inadvertently learns that Rexxar subdued Misha through treacherous schemes and the vicious black magic of the Outland Ogres, forcibly enslaving her rather than genuinely caring for Misha.
According to the traditions of the Azeroth Continent, humans and wild beasts should live in peace and respect the harmony of nature. Rexxar's behavior is disrespectful to life and a despicable and insidious act.
Why can't I be Rexxar?
The short man suddenly realized this was a good idea; Rexxar was a warrior of the Horde, with quite a few supporters in the Alliance, a renowned hero.
In the Azeroth Continent, popularity and fame equate to Wealth and status, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for an ordinary person.
Whoever gains Misha's friendship and the protection of this magically blessed brown bear will be Rexxar.
The short man grabbed a sharp Eviscerate knife from the cutting board and squinted at Rexxar's massive body.
"I hope I haven't completely forgotten my Enchanted Fur skill."
He wanted to create a disguise to make himself look like Rexxar, and using Rexxar's skin would be perfect; the enchanted fur would keep the disguise looking fresh for a long time.
The most difficult part of disguise is facial expression; subtle changes in expression are hard to convey. The short man found Rexxar's helmet, which covered most of his face, making it almost Rexxar's standard appearance.
A flawless plan.
After that, you should leave this place as soon as possible and go somewhere that neither Jaina nor Thrall can find you. Desolace is a good choice. With Misha protecting you, you'll be able to defeat most enemies.
Even Rexxar himself couldn't beat Misha.
The short man made up his mind, sharpened his knife, and rushed toward Rexxar's massive corpse, intending to peel off a whole skin.
Robbie and Vanessa were still basking in the joy of acquiring the Elf Sword, unaware that they had inadvertently killed a hero of the Horde, thus changing Rexxar's identity.
"The Elf sword Shalamayne is ours now," Vanessa suggested. "We'll have a blacksmith make a replica; it just needs to look similar. Giving this divine sword to King Varian would be a waste."
Although King Varian was worthy of the Elf sword Shalamayne, a significant part of his life, aside from the legendary slaying of the Black Dragon Princess King Varian Onyxia, he seemed to have never defeated a truly powerful opponent. Onyxia's subsequent two resurrections further fueled doubts about the authenticity of the dragon-slaying story.
King Varian and Horde Garrosh had clashed a few times, but Robbie considered it nothing more than mutual flattery between leaders, Warchief not to be taken seriously.
After King Varian's death, the Burning Legion seemingly ignored this divine sword, leaving it buried in the dust, which makes one wonder if the sword was truly that valuable.
Robbie nodded. The King's sword was merely an ornament; as long as it looked good, that was enough.
Afterwards, Robbie will accompany Experiment 335 on an inspection tour of the Northwatch Hold, while Vanessa also has things to do.
Elwynn Forest, a magnificent carriage heads towards Goldshire.
The coachman whipped the unruly horse hard. There was clearly a fragrant noblewoman sitting inside the carriage, but for some reason the horse was frightened and almost veered into the ditch several times.
The noblewoman opened the carriage window and looked towards Stormwind City, a fierce glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.