Robbie began to think.
The Troll Priest wouldn't dare deceive an Emissary; could it be a test from the Emissary of Miluya, Radiant God?
The idea of secretly competing with a deity is simply wishful thinking.
In this situation, remaining calm and deliberately mysterious is the best option. There is a shameless way to argue: no matter what the other party says, say they are wrong, but don't tell them why they are wrong.
In the process of trying to prove themselves, the other party will unconsciously reveal more information.
The more information you reveal, the easier it is for mistakes to occur.
Thinking of this, Robbie chuckled, "Foolish Trolls, ignorant Loa, you know absolutely nothing, you just take rumors as gospel."
Upon hearing this, the Troll Priest's expression changed, and Archaeus also changed, glaring resentfully at the Troll Priest.
"This is an inspiration given to me by the Miluya, Radiant God. Please, Emissary Excellency, grant me another chance to pray to the Radiant God for confirmation."
Robbie grinned and nodded. "Alright, I'll give you that chance."
The Troll Priest knelt on the ground, pulled out a sharp dagger, cut off three of his fingers, then put them in his mouth and swallowed them. He closed his eyes and muttered incantations.
After a long while, the Troll Priest stood up, looking troubled, and said uneasily:
"Your Excellency, I dare not deceive you. The revelation given to me by Emissary Radiant God is indeed as described. The Old Gods Xal'atath was exiled to the Draenor Planet, which unfortunately contained artifacts left behind by the Titans. She successfully corrupted the planet's inhabitants, opened the Titans Ruins, and used the Titan-forged to find a spatial passage to Azeroth. The Radiant God stayed by Xal'atath's side until the Titans descended upon Azeroth, at which point she was separated from her master."
The explanation was detailed and logical, but it didn't satisfy Robbie. He deliberately adopted a serious expression. "Foolish Troll Priest, I'll ask you again, do you know how Xal'atath became the Elune?"
"This"
The Troll Priest looked at the fingers of his right hand, gritted his teeth, and had no choice but to kneel down again.
After swallowing three fingers from her right hand, the Troll Priest almost cried:
"Great divine Emissary, please spare my life! Xal'atath did indeed undergo a transformation to become the Elune. Even the Radiant God doesn't know what happened during that time. Please forgive my incompetence."
It seemed that further questioning would yield no results, so Robbie turned to the other two Troll Priests. "Don't you have anything to add? If that's all, I'm extremely disappointed in you."
The two Priests immediately knelt on the ground. One took out a knife and cut off a piece of flesh from his thigh, while the other bit off half of his tongue and swallowed it. Fortunately, the Troll had the ability to regenerate limbs, otherwise the Priests would have been crippled.
One of the Priests, after receiving the oracle, knelt on the ground for a long time, seemingly having gained nothing of value.
Finally, the Priest who had cut off flesh from his own thigh calmly stood up and respectfully bowed.
"Your Emissary, Xal'atath transformed into the Elune during the great war between the Titans Legion and the Old Gods. It was a catastrophe for Azeroth, with mountains collapsing, tsunamis raging, floods raging, countless lives wiped out, and the Black Empire of the Old Gods destroyed, but it also nearly destroyed Azeroth."
"The most tragic battle was the death of Y'Shaarj. The Titans leader Aman'Thul forcibly removed Y'Shaarj from Azeroth, and he fell in outer space. If anyone knows the origin of Elune, it must be Y'Shaarj. On his Restless Souls to Azeroth Death Realm, Loa Y'Shaarj him for a while."
"Bwonsamdi, the Grim Reaper"
Archaeus added that Bwonsamdi was the only Loa capable of traversing the Death Realm.
"That's right, it's Bwonsamdi, the god of death." The Priest said, clutching the bloody wound on his leg. "Unfortunately, Bwonsamdi is the most low-profile Loa, and even his Priests rarely show themselves."
"Interesting."
Robbie clapped his hands in approval. He could already tell that the Priests were telling the truth, and the two Loa weren't lying either. But that didn't mean it was the whole truth; they still needed to find Bwonsamdi to verify it. Robbie glanced sideways at the Troll Emperor:
"Archaeus, you must remember this: to forget history is to betray your ancestors. The Moon Goddess is very lenient with you, only asking that you not forget the past, not forget who chose you from your ignorance. Everything the Trolls have is a gift from the great Moon Goddess. You are already very close to the truth, but it is not enough."
Archaeus' eyes lit up; he saw hope and quickly said:
"Your Emissary, I understand. Please rest assured, I will find Bwonsamdi and unravel the history. The Trolls value tradition above all else; we will remember our history and never forget the Moon Goddess's kindness."
Robbie nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good. If you can accomplish this, I can report back to the Moon Goddess. The Moon Goddess's divine kingdom will once again descend upon Azeroth, and just like the ancient Black Empire, the Trolls will surely have a place, and will gain even greater glory."
Archaeus hastily swore an oath, declaring his allegiance to the Moon Goddess.
Robbie's expression hardened once more. "Before the Moon Goddess descends, there will surely be hypocrites posing as Emissary to commit unjust acts. One is Night Elf with antlers on its head, and the other is a small, weak human. If you see them, remember, do not listen to their sweet talk, lest you be bewitched. Just capture them directly."
"I will heed the envoy's instructions."
Archaeus agreed without hesitation.
In the Zandalari Empire, hundreds of Loa and numerous Priests set out to find the hiding place of Bwonsamdi, the god of death. Before long, Bwonsamdi heard the news.
Bwonsamdi sat atop the dilapidated pyramid, his mind filled with uncertainty.
"Is this an opportunity for rise, or the arrival of the end? If I seize this opportunity, I might be able to rebuild the Kingdom of Death, or even summon the Legendary Blood Moon; or, I will be forever condemned to damnation."
Ultimately, cautious rationality prevailed over Bwonsamdi's ambition.
"Forget it, I'll just hide in the space where life and death meet. No one can find me except someone who, like me, wields the Power of Death. No one. A wise Loa must first learn to protect himself."
Bwonsamdi turned and left, opening a Portal and entering a Void.
This is a boundless space where up, down, left, and right no longer exist. There is no light, no darkness, nothing exists; only a vast expanse of gray-white exists between heaven and earth.
Layers upon layers of gray mist enveloped an unusually large body, as if it had existed since ancient times. Upon seeing Bwonsamdi's arrival, the body only moved slightly before returning to silence.
Bwonsamdi gazed at the great being in the gray mist. Although he was also a god, he felt so insignificant, like an ant, before this unparalleled being.
"You're still unwilling to accept it, refusing to step into the Death Realm, lingering between life and death, enduring endless torment. What's the point of all this? You and I both know what a terrible enemy we're about to face. No one can change that tragic future, no one can stop the coming of the End Time."