Inside the Troll Royal Palace, Malfurion and Rhonin fled in terror, their hands covering their heads.
After seeing Robbie enter the Troll Royal Palace and swagger around, the two were also eager to complete their diplomatic mission with the Trolls.
Unfortunately, they didn't hear Robbie's story about the false Emissary to Archaeus.
The two entered the Troll palace with great interest, but before they could even speak, they were recognized by the guards.
A piercing alarm sounded in the Troll palace, and a large number of guards and Loa Priests rushed out, shouting to capture the false Emissary.
Faced with this situation, the two had no time to explain and could only flee. Fortunately, the Troll guards were not strong, and none of the Loa were willing to help. Rhonin opened Portal, and the two were able to escape.
"It's over, it's over." Malfurion's face darkened. "I didn't even see the Troll Emperor. How am I supposed to explain this to Tyrande? She'll definitely kill me."
Rhonin pondered for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said:
"The only way now is to pin the Emissary Orcs. We'll report to Tyrande that a fake Emissary impersonated us, gained Archaeus' trust, and is far more powerful than we are."
"A fake Emissary? Is he really a fake?" Malfurion asked, his eyes wide with suspicion.
"If they weren't fake Emissary, why would the Trolls have driven us away? Now that things have come to this, we have no other choice."
Having made their decision, the two returned to Mount Hyjal looking dejected.
Mount Hyjal, the Burning Legion's camp.
Thousands of Fel Furnaces, like a Fel Furnace forest, each topped with a varying number of scales from Red Dragon, Green Dragonflight, Bronze Dragonflight, and Blue Dragonflight, each dragon Consecration a scale.
The only thing missing now is the scales of the Black Dragonflight.
The hideous Legion Engineers looked up at the sky, where a massive Portal stood.
An eye peered out from the Portal; it was a mechanical eye, monitoring everything around it.
The Legion's top 500 technicians are all very busy. This high-ranking technician will only appear when all Five Dragonflights are gathered. He will fuse Fel with the power of the Dragon Aspects to forge the artifact Demon Soul.
The Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza extremely impatient. Shaking her massive, bloated body, she asked irritably, "What is Neltharion doing? He promised to forge the Demon Soul, why hasn't he shown up?"
Green Dragon Ysera, flapped her wings uneasily. "Neltharion had his own ideas."
Alexstrasza screamed, "Unfortunately, his ideas have already affected the Dragonkin and threatened the safety of all of Azeroth. We cannot tolerate his recklessness!"
Malygos, the Blue Dragon King, stared silently at the eye of the portal in the sky. He had a premonition that the Demon Soul would bring disaster to his people, but it was a choice he had no other option but to accept.
"I wonder what the Legion's high-ranking technicians look like?"
"Malygos," Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, cautioned with displeasure, "Our concern now is Neltharion. Without the Black Dragonflight's help, the power of the Dragon Aspects is incomplete."
Alexstrasza closed her eyes, using magic to receive information. When she opened them, her eyes were filled with rage:
"Does anyone know how to find Neltharion? I just received word that he's not in his lair."
The three Dragon Kings remained silent; if even the Red Dragon Queen couldn't find Neltharion, she couldn't count on them.
Just as the four Dragon Kings were at a loss, a group of Night Elves approached. They were not Satyrs whose bodies had been twisted by Fel, but Priests and guards from the Temple of the Moon, with elegant figures and perfect appearances.
Leading the way is the Tyrande Whisperwind, which, with its rising power, has increasingly shown leadership qualities.
"Alexstrasza." Tyrande's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, but melodious and rhythmic:
"Some bad things have happened in the Zandalari Empire. Orcs impersonated Emissary and bewitched Emperor Archaeus. It's unbelievable that such a noble and kind race Orcs could have a liar."
"What do you need the Dragonkin for?" Alexstrasza asked. Tyrande was the Chief Priestess of the Moon Goddess, essentially the Moon Goddess 'Azeroth’s Spokesman, and even the Pride Red Dragon Queen had to treat her as an equal.
Tyrande explained gravely, "The Moon Goddess's kingdom has descended, Trolls are an important part of it. I need the Dragonkin to mobilize collectively and force the Zandalari Trolls to send a large army to attack Azshara."
Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue, scoffed, "Why rely on a bunch of foolish Trolls? They are insignificant compared to the Highborne. It makes no difference whether we have such allies or not."
Alexstrasza lowered her head and remained silent, pondering the reasons behind it all. Tyrande frowned slightly; after all, she was facing a Dragon King, and had to patiently explain:
"We need as many reinforcements as possible. Tauren, Dwarves, Furbolgs have already agreed to join us in attacking Azshara, but the Trolls, with their closest relationship to the Moon Goddess, are indispensable."
Tyrande's explanation was vague and worthless. The only information Alexstrasza received was that this was an oracle from the Moon Goddess, which she absolutely could not disobey; helping the Moon Goddess was tantamount to helping herself.
"Dragonkin, prepare to move!" The Red Dragon Queen was the first to take to the skies, loudly commanding the four-colored Dragonflights, "All Dragonkin, move out! We will show the Trolls that their Loa are insignificant!"
The overwhelming Dragonkin flew towards the Zandalari Empire, like a giant dark cloud sweeping across the sky.
A massive crystal ball monitors all the Dragonkin's actions. Queen Azshara's perfect illusion sits on her throne, below which is Neltharion in the form of Highborne.
"Your Majesty, what are your thoughts on the Dragonkin's actions?" Neltharion asked anxiously.
"Perhaps we should phrase it differently." The Queen's voice was melodious, echoing throughout the palace. "What does Elune, desire? Why is she so insistent on the Trolls' participation in the war?"
"This is extremely unfair." Neltharion shook his head. "I know very little about Elune, and my understanding of magic is far inferior to yours. With such limited information, I cannot make the right judgment."
The Queen's illusion said gracefully:
"Regarding the origins of Elune, the latest news is that the Old Gods Xal'atath underwent some kind of transformation and became what she is today. Of course, there is no clear evidence to support this. We have investigated the origins of Elune a long time ago, and there are all sorts of incredible theories. Some say she is the Mother of Holy Light, some say she is the Old Gods Y'Shaarj, some say she is a Titans, and some even say she is the companion of the Void Lords."
"Your Majesty, do you believe that claim?" Neltharion asked curiously.
The Queen smiled slightly:
"None of that matters. I only need one thing: defeat her. The time has come, Neltharion Alexstrasza coerces the Trolls into sending troops, you will return to the Dragonkin and help them forge the Demon Soul."
Neltharion asked in surprise, "You're already confident you can defeat Elune?"
The Queen confidently declared, "Nothing is invincible. Our research on the Elune has spanned centuries, and from the very beginning, I knew she could be defeated. A new era has begun."