"Sylvanas is an Undead," Gul'dan grinned, a savage smile spreading across his face. "She eats meat, after all."
"Eating human flesh?" Robbie asked.
"The Dark Lady eats all kinds of meat without any restrictions," Gul'dan gestured. "I've heard she can devour half Tauren in one meal; her appetite is bigger than that of an average Orcs."
Sylvanas, a carnivore who loves to take the initiative and attack.
Robbie understood immediately and realized what Gul'dan meant.
If Sylvanas launches an attack from behind, sending troops to attack the nearest Kingdom of Gilneas, then King Genn Greymane will have a reason to withdraw his troops and return to defend his homeland.
The internal strife and conflicts within the Alliance ultimately pale in comparison to the invasions of the Horde.
With Sylvanas posing such a significant threat, King Varian's powerlessness becomes less important. The Alliance needs to unite and fight together against the Forsaken. Tyrande must withdraw her troops and assist Gilneas in resisting the Forsaken.
If we can overcome the current difficulties and turn the page, we can use the puppet regent prince Anduin to reach a peace agreement with the other races of the Alliance and legitimize Anduin's rule.
From then on, no one cared whether King Varian lived or died, Night Elves had no reason to send troops.
What a clever scheme to shift the blame.
The problem is that Sylvanas isn't stupid. She would be happy to watch the Alliance in turmoil from the sidelines, or even take the opportunity to sow discord. With the Dark Lady's political acumen, she would never do something so foolish.
Should we send someone to Undercity to persuade them?
Robbie didn't think anyone would succeed; persuading Sylvanas to send troops was virtually impossible.
Robbie stared at Gul'dan. If that was all, Gul'dan couldn't be called cunning.
Gul'dan's eyes gleamed, and a slight smirk played on his lips, giving him an expression that evoked Evil and a desire to beat him to a pulp.
"Tyrande, Sylvanas, don't think they're so smart. In my opinion, they're just women after all. Women are emotional creatures, lacking rational logical judgment, and are easily deceived."
Seeing that Robbie remained expressionless, Gul'dan had no choice but to continue:
"Well, it's not just women who are like this; men can be just as foolish when they're stubborn. You should know how the Burning Legion deceived my poor mentor Ner'zhul. Kil'jaeden the Deceiver even impersonated the Restless Souls of Ner'zhul's wife. I saw through the conspiracy long ago. How could a lowly ghost be wiser and more farsighted than us living people? But I wisely chose to keep quiet. Draenor, like Azeroth, has too many fools. If you don't deceive them and damage their interests, you'll appear incompetent."
"Hey-hey!"
Gul'dan grinned, letting out a triumphant yet sinister laugh:
"Intrigue, deceit, a bunch of idiots. I love fooling them, deceiving them, letting them perish because of their stupidity and self-destruction. Now, human, you understand my scheme, don't you? As long as I disguise Dark Side of the Moon to deliver divine pronouncements, that fool Sylvanas will believe me without a doubt. She's as foolish as my mentor Ner'zhul; she's a complete idiot."
Then, as if recalling something, Gul'dan smiled sadly and said self-deprecatingly:
"In truth, wasn't I a fool too? Back then, when I was attacking Lordaeron with the Orgrimmar allies, victory seemed within reach. Suddenly, I received an order from Kil'jaeden, commanding me to enter the Tomb of Sargeras and gain immense power, supposedly as a reward. I was driven by my greed and believed it without question. Only after entering the Tomb of Sargeras did I realize I'd been tricked. It was a false oracle, and I was ridiculed by the Burning Legion."
No wonder Gul'dan could come up with such a scheme; it turns out he was also a victim.
The plan was brilliant; it wasn't hard to come up with, but the real challenge was how to execute it.
"Gul'dan, do you have a way to disguise the oracle of the Dark Side of the Moon?" Robbie asked.
The cunning Orcs shook his head and shrieked, "I can't, but you have a Naaru, that self-important, awful Naaru whose singing can drive people mad. Believe me, she'll definitely have a way."
Oh yeah, Naaru Lala, how could I forget about her?
Although the Naaru themselves may not be that powerful, in terms of rank, they are considered to be at the level of gods.
For example, responding to the prayers of Paladins is the same as conveying divine pronouncements.
"I refuse."
Naaru Lala, floating in the underground cave, refused Robbie's request without hesitation.
Robbie thought to himself, "Asking a Naaru for help will probably come at a price," and then said generously:
"Just tell us your needs! As long as we can do it, how many gold coins do you require?"
"Huh, is there still gold coin to earn?" Naaru Lala's focus wasn't on that at all. After a slight hesitation, she asked firmly:
"This isn't about gold. Among you humans, there's a saying that cutting off someone's livelihood is as heinous as killing their parents. For beings of our rank to impersonate another god and deliver divine pronouncements to his followers is just as unforgivable as cutting off someone's livelihood. Only a despicable organization like the Burning Legion would do such a vile thing. I suspect that the Dark Side of the Moon can't break through Azeroth's defenses, but I don't want to be targeted by an unknown, powerful being."
As a Naaru, Lala has a long life ahead of her, and she is destined to return to the Void in the future. You must know that beings of the god-like level have excellent memories, and they may not forget their hatred even after millions of years.
What should we do? Robbie understood Naaru Lala's concerns; she had to think about herself.
Robbie decided to think of other ways, when Lala suddenly said:
"For the sake of the gold coins, I can teach you a method."
"What method?" Seeing Lala radiating a gold coin-like glow, Robbie quickly quoted a price. "How about 500,000 gold coins?"
Naaru Lala was taken aback for a moment before whispering, "Actually, my target price is five thousand gold coins."
Robbie wanted to slap himself; clearly, Naaru Lala hadn't realized her own worth.
However, Naaru are highly intelligent beings with long lifespans, and they will eventually understand the truth. Deceiving her might feel good for a moment, but it would make her resent you for a lifetime and cause you to lose credibility, which is really not worth it.
For a matter of national importance to be resolved with a mere 500,000 gold coins is already quite a bargain; this is what is meant by "suffering a loss is a blessing."
Perhaps fearing Robbie might change his mind, Naaru Lala quickly said:
"It's clear you possess powerful Power of the Holy Light. I can teach you how to convey divine messages to mortals. It's not difficult at all; with your strength, you can master it easily."
Robbie was intrigued by what he heard, but he also had to consider his own interests.
Won't the Dark Side of the Moon cause me trouble?
"It's alright," Naaru Lala said confidently.
"You humans are probably the most ungodly race in the universe, blaspheming against the gods is commonplace for you Dark Side of the Moon has no interest in the actions of a mortal, otherwise it would be too busy to care."
Mortals, lacking the talents of the Naaru, need a Magic Circle to impersonate gods and convey divine messages, much like using a signal transmitter.
Moreover, the distance that the oracle could transmit was very limited. Fortunately, the Gandling of Scholomance, Latin, Brotherhood, and the distance to Undercity was within the range of the Magic Circle. So, Scholomance was entrusted with building this Magic Circle.
Robbie mastered the method of conveying divine messages and learned the voice and tone of the Dark Side of the Moon from Gul'dan.
Tyrande's fleet was still at sea, but Robbie was ready and entered Scholomance through Portal.