Ten thousand years ago in Azeroth, the Humans had not yet risen to prominence and was still in its infancy.
Robbie didn't want to implicate the Humans of Azeroth, so the Highborne of Azshara created a set of Orcs disguises that were more advanced and realistic than the previous ones, with almost no flaws.
The so-called messenger of the Moon Goddess was just a pretext, and the meeting with Archaeus, the Emperor Zandalar, was merely a formality. The Night Elves were already aware of the Trolls ' barbaric customs and had prepared countermeasures.
But Robbie decided to use his own method.
Malfurion and Rhonin encountered an Orcs. Although they had doubts about Robbie's identity, given the precedent set by the Emissary Broxigar, they dared not step forward to correct him.
When Robbie, disguised as an Orcs, grinned at them, Malfurion and Rhonin were terrified.
"He's found us," Malfurion said anxiously. "What should we do?"
Rhonin analyzed in surprise, "Although the Emissary Broxigar is barbaric and unreasonable, he doesn't know magic. Could this be Emissary of a higher rank than Broxigar?"
Malfurion quickly understood and asked nervously, "You mean, even Tyrande didn't know this divine Emissary existed? That's why we didn't know of his arrival."
Rhonin nodded cautiously and said uneasily:
"I know Broxigar's background; he's Orcs from ten thousand years in the future, just like me. But I know absolutely nothing about this unfamiliar Orcs. Yes, he must be the Emissary of the Moon Goddess. Why does the Elune value Orcs so much?"
Malfurion was also puzzled, and could only sigh, "I wonder how this Emissary dealt with the Trolls ' barbaric customs."
Rhonin lowered his head and thought carefully, "Since they are messengers of the Moon Goddess, and their magic is so powerful, they must have ways to deal with them."
To an omnipotent god, walking through fire, gouging out eyes, pouring molten lead into ears, or even being torn to pieces and eaten, are all things that can be accomplished with magic.
Seeing that the "Emissary" ignored them, Malfurion and Rhonin were slightly relieved and decided to observe for a while.
Robbie, carrying his Battle Axe, strode into the Troll's Royal Palace.
Several Zandalari Trolls guards stopped Robbie. The Captain of the Guards said rudely, "My Emissary, please leave your weapons behind. Weapons are not permitted in the Zandalar Royal Palace."
Robbie sneered, "I've heard that Emperor Archaeus is a Troll warrior, but it seems he's nothing special. If he's truly afraid, then I'll leave my weapon behind and tell your emperor whether he's as brave as the Legendary say."
The Captain of the Guards was taken aback for a moment, then quickly reported to the Emperor. Not long after, the Emperor issued an order allowing the Emissary to bring weapons into the palace.
Led by the Captain of the Guards, Robbie entered the main hall of the Royal Palace.
The Zandalari Trolls quite grand; one had to pass through nine great halls to see the Emperor. In the very center of the first hall, a Passageway had been built, hollowed out and filled with glowing embers, forming a Flame corridor.
The Captain of the Guards said in a measured tone, "Only true warriors are worthy to see the Emperor, Your Emissary. Prove your courage by walking through these raging embers."
Robbie smiled slightly, "Simple."
Robbie stretched out his right hand, and Holy Light condensed into a long rope, binding the Captain of the Guards and all the guards together. Robbie laid them all on the charcoal fire, and then calmly walked over them, as screams echoed through the hall.
Despite its powerful regenerative abilities, the Troll quickly fell silent amidst the blazing embers.
"So you guys aren't exactly warriors after all?"
Robbie shouldered his Battle Axe and strode into the second hall.
"How dare you, you insolent madman, disrespect the great Zandalari Empire!"
A large group of elite Zandalar guards rushed out, all dressed in exquisite armor, carrying various blood-stained weapons, and wearing bright feathers on their heads.
Unfortunately, the Trolls of today are far weaker than the Highborne of Azshara.
Robbie stretched out his right hand, and bright Holy Light shone in his hand, unleashing a Holy Light Explosion.
The elite Zandalar guards were all blown apart, turning into piles of flesh and blood. Limbs littered the ground, blood flowed like rivers, and the ground was stained red with blood.
Robbie clapped his hands, straightened his collar, and calmly walked inside.
In the innermost imperial palace, Emperor Archaeus leaned on his throne, tilting his head as if deep in thought.
He was the great god-king Archaeus, capable of Pain Suppression many Loa, but unfortunately he could not change the traditions of the Trolls. Under the pressure of these Priests, even the messengers of the Moon Goddess had to abide by the rules of the Trolls.
Archaeus pondered, thankfully it was an Orcs; what would have happened if it had been one of Azshara's Highborne?
"Something terrible has happened! The Moon Goddess's messenger has broken into the Royal Palace!" A disheveled servant ran into the Royal Palace.
At this moment, hundreds of Loa Priests had gathered in the Royal Palace, waiting to welcome the messenger of the Moon Goddess. One Priest hurriedly asked:
"Where are the guards? Why didn't they stop the Emissary?"
"Dead, all dead! The Emissary just waved his hand, and all the guards were blown to pieces. It was horrific."
The servant spoke nervously, his face filled with fear.
Archaeus coldly observed the Priests. A bunch of fools, only good for following ancient teachings. Now they've learned their lesson, haven't they? He stood up and deliberately spoke loudly:
"Gentlemen, the dignity of the Zandalari Empire has been challenged. I hope you will extend a helping hand for the glory of the Empire."
The Priests were all dumbfounded. Despite their usual reliance on ancestral precepts and dignity, their stubbornness and persistence were so strong that even the cruel and bloodthirsty Emperor Archaeus was helpless against them.
But when faced with a powerful enemy and the need to uphold ancestral precepts, all rules and regulations vanished.
The Priests knew their gods all too well; when faced with those weaker than themselves, the gods were willing to intervene and, incidentally, harvest their souls.
When faced with a tough challenge, they retreat faster than anyone else; this is the natural selection. The spirited Loa have long since perished in war after war, and those who survive are all cunning old foxes.
One of the Priests said, "Your Majesty Emperor Archaeus, the messenger of the Moon Goddess has come with sincerity; I think we can make an exception."
"That's right, the Moon Goddess's friendship is crucial to the future of our Troll." A Priest, seeing the shift in the tide, immediately declared, "The noble Goddess of Harvest has already enlightened me; this Emissary is our savior. There's no need to adhere to outdated ancient precepts."
"Yes, yes," the Priests echoed, "The Emissary utmost nobility; we must make an exception for him."
Archaeus was so angry he almost jumped up, saying, "You're the ones who follow the ancient rules, and yet you're the ones who break them."
The Loa protect the Trolls, but at the same time, they also bind the Trolls ' future.
"In that case, I, the Great Emperor, will lead you all to personally welcome the Emissary and demonstrate our people's sincerity," Archaeus said coldly.
"That is the way it should be." The Priests nodded in agreement.
Looking at the towering Emperor Archaeus and the numerous Zandalar Priests with their fake smiles, Robbie thought to himself:
"Just as I understand it, the Troll race is indeed a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong. The more courteous you are to this kind of barbaric race, the more they will take advantage of you."