Malfurion was not stupid; he understood the underlying meaning in Broxigar's words.
Why would one need someone to accompany him to retrieve a weapon? Broxigar himself doesn't even need to go; he can simply send a few soldiers to fetch it, or have the Dragonkin deliver it.
Clearly, Broxigar has an important mission in going to the Emerald Dream.
Tyrande didn't reveal anything, so Broxigar represents the Burning Legion, perhaps it's diplomacy between the Legion and the Dragonkin, or some other private deal.
Broxigar was, after all, an unfamiliar Orcs, and with Malfurion as a middleman—a local bigwig with close ties to the Green Dragonflight Corps —things were made much easier.
The cunning Broxigar made such a big deal out of a simple matter, and Malfurion had no choice but to agree, secretly praying that he would not encounter any danger.
Broxigar wore a fake smile and, feigning intimacy, pulled Malfurion along as the two entered the Burning Legion's camp hand in hand.
The furnace for forging the Fel Body was already prepared, and Broxigar discussed the body's design with the Legion's engineers.
The Legion's technicians come in all shapes and sizes, including Eredar Mages, bloated Fel monsters, drooling two-headed Felhound, bouncy Imps, and more.
According to Orcs custom, Broxigar wanted the most ferocious-looking face possible, and the body to be tall, strong, and powerful.
Malfurion was concerned with how to extract the essence from Cenarius's body.
Compared to the cunning Orcs, the Legion's soldiers preferred to talk to the seemingly benevolent Malfurion.
Malfurion used his silver tongue to his advantage and quickly gained popularity. Several Legion Engineers who looked like officers surrounded him and offered various good suggestions for consideration.
Soon, the engineers finalized a plan: to concentrate all the essence within Cenarius's body and forge it into a pair of antlers. This dense life essence could automatically draw upon the power of nature, providing Malfurion with a continuous source of strength.
Two Fel Furnaces were operating simultaneously, forging Broxigar's Fel Body and extracting the essence from Cenarius's body.
Broxigar abandoned Cenarius's body, and his soul floated unconscious within the furnace.
At the same time, several Legion Engineers wielded huge chainsaws, slicing through the massive body of the half-human, half-deer creature.
It must be said that the Legion Engineers were extremely skilled. Right in front of Malfurion, the chainsaw spun rapidly, separating flesh and bone to reveal a complete skeleton, without a trace of flesh. Muscles, blood vessels, nerves, and various internal organs were all laid out separately. The chainsaw was simply the most perfect scalpel.
Fel Flames licked the bottom of the furnace, turning it a vibrant green. Legion Engineers poured in a small amount of viscous Fel Essence, along with spices, bitter wine, Rock Salt, and Fadeleaf.
Then, the technicians poured in the flesh, organs, and other parts of the body, stirring it constantly with huge shovels, using completely different ingredients and extraction methods for different parts of the body.
Malfurion was utterly astonished; this wasn't just extracting essence, it was practically preparing a grand feast.
Just as Malfurion had predicted, soon after, plates of fragrant "delicacies" were served on the table, and then a chef brought in large blocks of ice to cool them down. Once the delicacies had cooled, they revealed clusters of red, yellow, and blue shimmering light.
The Legion Engineers carefully collected the radiance and explained to Malfurion, "The three colors of the radiance indicate that the quality is just right, and the power it contains is relatively average. However, we have superb skills that can compensate for the inherent defects of the ingredients."
"Ingredients?"
Malfurion dug into his ears, thinking he had misheard.
Once all the brilliance had dissipated, the "delicacy" on the plate turned into a pile of rotten residue.
The Legion Engineers shaped these rays of light in the air, adding exceptionally precious auxiliary ingredients, some five-colored, some seven-colored, far more valuable than the main ingredients.
After some hammering and banging, it finally took shape, with a pair of huge, sprawling antlers that looked incredibly sturdy.
After ingenious processes such as carving patterns, polishing, and enchanting, a pair of deer antlers were finally completed, beautiful and elegant, full of powerful beauty, and exuding a rich vitality.
The Legion Engineers injected Malfurion with anesthesia, used a chainsaw to cut open his skull, carefully connected the antlers to the brain region, and then used Fel Essence to firmly weld the antlers to the skull.
Under the influence of the Fel energy, the wounds healed rapidly and quickly returned to normal.
Malfurion shook his head. Although the pair of antlers were enormous, made of exquisite materials, and weighed several hundred pounds, they felt light and weightless, like wearing a hat.
It must be said that the Legion Engineers are highly skilled, possess superb craftsmanship, and are willing to spend a lot of materials.
Finally, an antiquing treatment was applied to match Malfurion's character, giving the pair of antlers a simple and unadorned look.
The Legion Engineers patiently explained to Malfurion how to use the antlers and promised after-sales support: if any problems arose within the next ten thousand years, Malfurion could apply to the Legion for after-sales service and free repairs.
The prerequisite is that Malfurion is still alive. If the antlers are passed on to someone else, the Legion can also provide transplantation services, but it is not free and a certain fee is required. The first transplantation only costs one gold coin.
Malfurion quickly expressed his gratitude, deeply admiring the Legion's craftsmanship.
Not far away, one Fel Furnace after another was under construction, scattered like stars in the sky. Malfurion looked on curiously and asked, "What are these Fel Furnaces for?"
A technician who appeared to be a leader said excitedly, "There's going to be a big operation soon. This place will be full of Legion Engineers. One of the Burning Legion's top 500 experts is on his way."
Seeing the technician's respectful expression, Malfurion realized that being ranked in the top 500 must mean he was some kind of authority figure.
After a long while, Broxigar awoke from his coma, and the Fel Orcs's body was complete.
Tall, fit, with beautifully defined muscles, an incredibly ferocious appearance, long protruding fangs, and bright, sparkling eyes; his skin shimmered like a beacon in the darkness.
Malfurion realized that the Legion's technicians were treating the two differently. Although Broxigar's body took longer to complete, it was mostly due to passive resistance and deliberate delays, and it was done by some novices.
The body appeared perfect on the outside, but it was a defective product made with shoddy workmanship, and there wasn't even any after-sales service provided. Malfurion wisely kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
Seeing through things but not saying them out loud—that's the wisdom of life philosophy.
Broxigar was very pleased with himself after being deceived. He claimed that his body was full of explosive power, more than ten times stronger than Cenarius's body, and most importantly, his appearance was too beautiful.
Malfurion was suspicious. Although he wasn't as obnoxious or as smooth-talking as Broxigar, that wasn't a reason for preferential treatment. Why were these technicians being so nice to me?
I don't understand, I don't understand.
Broxigar laughed heartily, "Now all I need is a suitable weapon, Malfurion. Let's head to the Emerald Dream now!"
After the two left, one of the technicians asked the head technician, puzzled:
"My lord, why are we giving Malfurion preferential treatment? We've wasted so many precious materials."
"It's worth it," the chief said with a measured tone.
"Simply because his brother is named Illidan Stormrage."