It has to be said that Robbie envies the Orcs, who can act without restraint.
To this day, Robbie still doesn't know where the Orcs' confidence comes from. This race is savage, violent, loves killing, and doesn't care about honor, yet they always seem to receive preferential treatment.
Having witnessed all of this, Robbie concluded that there must be a special reason behind it.
Robbie, disguised as Orcs, strode up to Emperor Archaeus and gave a sinister smile, "So you're the insignificant Troll leader Archaeus?"
Emperor Archaeus was initially furious, but quickly restrained himself. He reasoned that the other party was so arrogant and powerful that he must have something to rely on.
Those who can become emperors are certainly not reckless fools; they are accustomed to planning before acting.
Archaeus turned to look at the group of Loa Priests, all of whom were smiling and pretending not to see him.
Even God won't help, so what can be done?
Archaeus could Pain Suppression the Loa by cutting off their followers, but he lacked the power of the gods.
"Your Excellency, the Emissary," Archaeus said with a fawning smile, "Humble Archaeus welcomes Emissary. The Zandalari Empire is your eternal friend."
"Not bad, very sensible," Robbie thought to himself.
The Highborne have long studied the Loa, and some of them are indeed highly skilled. If they join forces, Robbie will have no choice but to flee for his life.
However, the Loa were extremely cunning and competitive among themselves, making it virtually impossible for them to unite against a common enemy.
"Ha ha, shameless Archaeus, your humility and submission please me greatly."
Robbie stepped forward and patted Archaeus on the shoulder. Although Archaeus was a strong Troll emperor, his strength was far inferior to Robbie's. Robbie didn't use much force, but Archaeus felt as if he had been hit by a giant beast. He didn't know how many bones were broken, but he could only endure it with strong willpower.
Robbie laughed heartily and led the way into the Troll's palace. Archaeus was in excruciating pain, unable to move, but fortunately Priest cast a healing spell on him. Archaeus smiled kindly and quickly followed behind Robbie.
Robbie didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on the emperor's throne with his sword and golden horse, while Archaeus stood by his side like a servant.
"Archaeus, I am disappointed in you. My disappointment is Elune's disappointment. You Trolls are so cowardly and weak. How can you fight against the Highborne led by Azshara?"
Archaeus quickly and humbly replied, "Your Emissary, we have several hundred Loa."
"Hmph." Robbie gave a dismissive snort.
"The Moon Goddess is great, merciful, and just. The more one gives, the greater the reward. I want to see if your Loa truly have the courage to fight the Night Elves. You need to prove it to me."
Archaeus looked helplessly at the dark mass of Priests below. Archaeus had never expected the Loa to intervene, as they had joined forces with the rebels of Mount Hyjal. Now, forced by the "Emissary," the Loa had no choice but to make their stance clear.
Unfortunately, just as Archaeus had predicted, the Priests all remained silent, pretending not to exist.
Archaeus had long been disappointed with these Loa, and couldn't help but sigh, his face showing distress.
"What a bunch of cowardly creatures." Robbie deliberately showed a look of disdain.
"The Moon Goddess has as many Emissary as the sands on a beach, a bunch of foolish Night Elves who respond, and the despicable Burning Legion to her aid. She also has a bunch of useless trash—lowly Trolls, stupid Tauren, ignorant Dwarves, and even Furbolg who want to get involved. The Moon Goddess's kingdom doesn't have room for all of them."
Robbie glared menacingly at Archaeus, then looked at the silent Priests. "You must demonstrate your worth and make the Moon Goddess realize that Trolls are useful, otherwise you're only fit to be food, military rations."
"Value?"
Archaeus was startled. What value did the Troll race have besides these unreliable Loa?
As Archaeus, an elderly Priest stepped forward and humbly said, "Honorable Emissary, our Troll has a long tradition, and we know some ancient secrets."
Sure enough, Robbie was secretly pleased with himself.
The only thing the Trolls can boast about is their history.
Robbie shook his head, deliberately trying to provoke him. "That's pointless. The Moon Goddess is the oldest deity in the world, her history predates that of the Titans and the Old Gods. What is there that the Moon Goddess doesn't know?"
Seeing the "Emissary" in such a predicament, Archaeus suddenly understood something.
The Zandalari Empire may not have much to offer to impress the Moon Goddess, but it is entirely possible to impress the Emissary.
Since the Moon Goddess has sent Emissary, it proves that she has expectations for the Trolls.
Zandalari Trolls have any effect or not depends entirely on the word of the Emissary. All the Emissary needs to do is say a few good words for them before the Moon Goddess, and the Troll will have a glorious future.
As the emperor of the Zandalari Empire, Archaeus naturally understood this simple truth.
"My Emissary, please speak further," Archaeus said in a low voice.
That's right, Robbie thought to himself.
His accusations and obstruction were exactly the result he wanted.
Archaeus carefully selected three Priests. The Loa behind them might not be the strongest, but they were certainly the most ancient. Archaeus had realized that the only thing that could move the Emissary was the history held by the Trolls.
In a secret chamber behind the palace, Archaeus first offered jewels, Magic Gems, and a beautiful Troll woman, but Robbie ignored them all, indicating no interest.
Archaeus had no choice but to resort to his last trump card. "My Emissary, what do you want to know? Anything our Troll knows, we only hope you can put in a good word for us poor Trolls before the Moon Goddess."
Robbie knew he couldn't reveal his purpose too soon, so he first tried to provoke him. "I don't believe you Trolls know more than we Emissary. Do you know what race I am? Where I come from?"
Archaeus was unaware of the Orcs' true nature and could only rely on the three Priests.
The three Priests prayed simultaneously to their respective deities, and one of Priest quickly received a response, replying, "Your Emissary, you are a great Orcs from the Draenor Planet."
"Not bad, how did you know?" Robbie asked casually.
The Priest, flattered by the "Emissary," spoke with great enthusiasm and boastful words:
"My revered Miluya, Radiant God, was originally a handmaiden of the Old Gods Xal'atath. In ancient times, the four Old Gods —Y'Shaarj, N'Zoth, C'Thun, Yogg-Saron —joined forces to defeat the great Xal'atath, banishing him to the Draenor Planet. Xal'atath then seduced—no, absorbed—the local Orcs as his messengers. I suspect they are the ancestors of Emissary Excellency."
Robbie remained silent after hearing this, but his heart was in turmoil.
According to this Troll Priest, the Elune should be the Old Gods Xal'atath.
However, the power of Y'Shaarj derived from the moon contradicts this.
What exactly happened?
Y'Shaarj, Xal'atath, who is the true Elune?
Robbie looked up at the elderly Priest: "It seems you know a lot about the Elune."
The Priest chuckled and said, "Your Emissary, we Trolls were once subjects of the Moon Goddess, serving Moon Goddess with utmost loyalty. Now is the perfect time for the Moon Goddess to return to Azeroth, Trolls are willing to serve Moon Goddess forever."