"Azshara, give it to me, and today's offense will be forgiven." C'Thun feigned nonchalance, but his urgent need betrayed his true intentions.
Azshara sneered, "Is this how Old Gods treats its guests? I need a deal, a fair deal. You know what I need."
C'Thun hesitated for a long time, then explained, seemingly very reluctantly:
"You want to know the origin of this tentacle, don't you? Very well, as you wish. We all know that there are six fundamental forces in the universe: the Shadow power of the Void, the Power of Death of the Undead, the Fel of chaos, the light power of holiness, the power of nature and life, and the Order power of Arcane. In the darkest, most chaotic era of the universe, the power of nature and life once gave birth to a True God."
"True God?"
Azshara repeated the sentence, pondering its meaning.
"True God?"
Robbie also began to ponder the hierarchy represented by the True God.
C'Thun's voice carried a strong warning:
"Do not envy, nor worship; you should feel fear. Life is diverse, and the most precious thing is our free will. Whether it is the Invincible Void Lords or the insignificant Dark Kobold, although the difference in the Shadow power they wield is enormous, both the Void Lords and the Kobold have their own will. From the perspective of life, they are equal."
"But the True God is different. She is unique and does not share with anyone. All life and the power of nature are controlled by one will. There is only one True God."
"Can you imagine, Azshara, that all the power of nature and life belongs to only one will, and no one else is allowed to touch it? Her power is incomparably immense. The six basic powers can be transformed. The will of the True God will devour the entire universe, destroying all free will. She is the only life form in the entire universe, the sole will, the sole life. She is the universe itself. This is the ultimate form of the True God."
"And then?" Azshara asked curiously.
C'Thun slowly said, "That was a Mythic, cosmic war, primarily fought by the Death Subjects Death Lords and their minions, along with the Void, Fel, Holy Light, the Titans of Order, and others. After countless years of arduous battle, they finally destroyed the sole True God. The True God's power scattered throughout the universe, giving rise to all kinds of life. In this battle, the Void Lords gained the power of the Curse of Flesh, and the Titans and Holy Light also benefited."
A tentacle extended from the base of her eyeball, pointing at the energy orb in Azshara's hand:
"The tentacles within this energy sphere are spoils the Titans obtained from the fallen True Gods, a terrifying magic comparable to the Curse of Flesh, which may reveal the secrets of the True Gods."
Robbie suddenly realized why Kil'jaeden had immediately snapped out of his slump upon seeing the tiny tentacle.
It turns out that this contains the secrets of the True God.
Obtaining this tentacle is one thing; deciphering its mysteries is another, and that depends on the research and understanding capabilities of each organization.
Queen Azshara pondered for a moment, then asked, "One last question: Heavenly Ones?"
The enormous eye stared at Azshara for a long while before C'Thun sternly warned, "Night Elves, this is a taboo subject. When the End Times come, none of us will escape. Let's stop here."
After completing the deal with C'Thun, Queen Azshara remained silent on the way back.
Knowing the future research direction of Azshara City, she knew she had to unravel the mysteries of the Moon Goddess as soon as possible.
Mount Hyjal
Mannoroth has been infiltrating Mount Hyjal for some time now, and the Burning Legion has long had a well-established and effective standard procedure for winning over the inhabitants of unfamiliar worlds.
Someone of his status absolutely cannot show himself in public; he needs to maintain a high degree of mystery, and it would be best if he could disguise himself as a deity.
Moreover, the Night Elves of Azeroth are incredibly powerful, and Mannoroth is worried that his body won't be able to withstand the strain.
He first corrupted some of the Furbolg, and when the Fel Furbolg appeared, a Corruption force arose in the forest.
The Night Elves are the masters of Mount Hyjal, and soon people came to investigate the Furbolg and try to find the source of the Fel. The Fel must be related to the invading Demons; as long as the Demons are destroyed, the problem can be solved at its source.
Mannoroth knew he couldn't defeat a fully grown Night Elf, but he was cunning enough to Mastery various disguises, carefully concealing his massive body and using ranged tools to observe the investigators.
This is the most crucial step; he must find suitable Night Elves he can win over and make them his representatives in order to negotiate with the Temple of the Moon.
The selection of candidates must be extremely careful, or it will cost them their lives. The Legion has long been familiar with this and knows what kind of people are best suited to be recruited.
Unfortunately, Mannoroth was unlucky; more than a dozen Night Elves came, but after careful observation, none of them were suitable candidates.
Mannoroth knew that the stronger an individual was, the harder they were to win over. Besides that, personality was also a factor. Strong strength was directly proportional to self-confidence, and a confident person would not be deceived by a hypocritical god.
Mannoroth was very disappointed; he felt that the Night Elves of this era were beyond corruption.
We must leave this place, abandon the Fel Furbolg here, and choose a corrupted creature instead.
Staying in one place for too long greatly increases the risk of exposure. If a large group of Night Elves comes to search the mountains, they may find a Pit Lord hiding deep in a cave.
Just as he was about to move, he saw an unexpected creature arrive at the Furbolg's camp.
It has fangs, green skin, and a ferocious appearance, like a wild beast.
Mannoroth remembered that on a planet called Draenor, he had once plundered a species called Orcs, and made them do the lowest jobs in the Legion, such as cleaning up the excrement of Felhound.
Why would there be an Orcs on Mount Hyjal? Mannoroth was puzzled. He noticed that the Orcs was wearing the armor of the Temple of the Moon. Judging from the style and splendor of the armor, the orc held a very high position in the Temple of the Moon, and was likely Priest.
The Orcs became Priests of the Temple of the Moon, leaving Mannoroth completely confused.
He suspected the Orcs might be bait, but after careful observation, Mannoroth dismissed his suspicions.
In any case, this is a rare opportunity, and perhaps it's worth a try.
After all, the Orcs were weak and posed no danger.
Within the Furbolg camp, Fel energy continuously gathered, coalescing into a colossal Fel Shadow, like a terrifying Demons descending upon the mortal realm, looking down upon the Orcs: "Insignificant Orcs, kneel down and submit to me!"
Broxigar Saurfang grinned, a clever and capable expression on his face. "My lord, it's me. I was once Veteran of the Burning Legion, and now I am the Emissary of Elune."
How could an Orcs become the Moon Goddess's Emissary?
Mannoroth was so surprised that he could hardly believe it.
"You claim to be Veteran of the Burning Legion, what proof do you have?"
Broxigar was well-prepared and quickly recounted his military life with the Burning Legion, including its unique rules and little-known details. Mannoroth asked him several times and finally confirmed Broxigar's identity.
"My lord, the Moon Goddess has long intended to cooperate with the Burning Legion. Azshara uses the magic of the Well of Eternity to bind the Night Elf race, preventing them from being free. They desperately need the help of Fel."