Robbie nodded. "Bwonsamdi is right. Your bride was indeed never born; she's Troll from ten thousand years in the future."
"Ten thousand years later?"
Bwonsamdi's eyes were clearly shining. For a grim reaper, ten thousand years was nothing; he was concerned with something else entirely. He asked eagerly, "Is my bride beautiful? What's her figure like? Are her fangs sharp? Wait, how do you know my bride will be born ten thousand years from now?"
"This outsider is out of place in this era; he is not a person of this time," the Walking Death explained. "Fortunately, he doesn't possess any remnants of Nozdormu's power, otherwise I would have devoured his soul long ago."
Robbie deduced from this statement that although the Walking Death dwells in the Space at the Junction of Life and Death, it actually has a deep understanding of the outside world.
"You're from ten thousand years in the future?" Bwonsamdi immediately believed him. "No wonder! Humanity in this era is in a state of ignorance; how could they possibly possess the power of Divine Language? Tell me quickly, what does my bride look like?"
"His appearance is hideous." Robbie deliberately kept Bwonsamdi in suspense.
"What?" Bwonsamdi was plunged into despair once again.
"Of course, that's from our human perspective. To your Troll race, she's a stunning beauty." Robbie changed the subject, Bwonsamdi immediately revived, beaming, "Haha, you scared me to death! In my eyes, you humans are the truly ugly ones! Tell me, what's her name?"
"Can we make the deal now?" Robbie asked.
As Bwonsamdi hesitated, weighing the value of the goods, Robbie increased the temptation once more:
"Bwonsamdi, you should understand the truth about time. The future is not necessarily predetermined. Without guidance and without taking the necessary steps at the right time, you may miss each other forever. After all, your bride is a princess, protected by Loa, and very popular. Once you miss this opportunity, you may be forever alone."
"Ha ha, Y'Shaarj, did you hear that? My bride is a noble princess!" Bwonsamdi danced with joy, tears welling in his eyes. "To think that I, as the noble Grim Reaper, have only a few Priestess who are either old or ugly, none of them pleasing to the eye, and yet I've managed to marry a princess! I'm so incredibly happy!"
"I have no interest in the instinctive reproduction of inferior races," the being in the mist said calmly.
"No, you should envy it. Continuation is the fundamental meaning of life." Bwonsamdi gestured with his hands and feet.
The bride's identity dispelled Bwonsamdi's last doubts; he certainly didn't want to miss out on a princess.
"The deal is done. You will guide me to my bride ten thousand years from now, and I will tell you the secret of the End Time."
Bwonsamdi looked on expectantly; having been single for countless years, finding a partner was extremely important to him.
"Bwonsamdi, if you want to marry a princess, you must first win over her father. You need to control her father when necessary, who will be a Zandalar King ten thousand years from now."
Robbie paused here, waiting for Bwonsamdi to reveal the information about the End Time.
Bwonsamdi quickly grasped the point; he understood Robbie's trading method: everyone shared a little information.
"Outsider, I'll give you a hint. The leader of the Pantheon, the Highfather Aman'Thul, wields the power of time. He can see through the past and future, traversing infinite time and space. Nozdormu received his blessing, which allowed him to become the time-wielder of Azeroth. Sargeras' power surpasses Aman'Thul's, which is why Aman'Thul couldn't foresee Sargeras' betrayal. But those weaker than him can see the past and future clearly."
What does this mean? Robbie considered a chilling possibility, but needed Bwonsamdi's confirmation.
"Your bride is resolute and has a strong personality. She never backs down from difficulties and is able to face them bravely. But like all Troll Priests, she dislikes Loa in Troll form. Without special means, you will not be able to win her heart." Robbie emphasized the difficulty.
"This is exactly my type. I admire strong personalities. It looks like a tough challenge, but that makes it interesting. I'm really looking forward to ten thousand years from now. In this suffocating world, I have the courage to live."
Bwonsamdi was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes:
"Human, your appearance is truly wonderful. Now it's my turn. Sargeras, though the most powerful Titans, is only slightly stronger than the Highfather Aman'Thul. He cannot defeat the combined might of many Titans. The reason he was able to defeat the Titans of the Pantheon was through the End Time. That's right, the root of the problem lies in the Azeroth Continent. Sargeras is not a mindless brute; he is a rational villain who planned everything long ago."
The cunning Bwonsamdi threw out one mystery after another, Robbie frowned slightly, returning the favor in kind:
"I must warn you, Bwonsamdi, your bride is extremely dangerous. Although she is not powerful herself, she is adept at politics and diplomacy, using various forces to achieve her goals. If handled improperly, you could even lose your life. Although you are the Grim Reaper, she can find a way to kill you or seal you away."
"Oh, oh, I'm getting more and more excited. It seems I'm about to experience a magnificent, epic love story." Bwonsamdi's confidence only increased. "I have to reveal some valuable information, otherwise you won't tell me anything of value. What is the true origin of the Elune?"
Just then, a strange tremor came from the Space at the Junction of Life and Death.
The being shrouded in mist spoke with unusual seriousness, "Gravity is shifting, the Elune is about to descend, Bwonsamdi. If you cannot overcome this hurdle, you will not be able to see your bride ten thousand years from now."
The Magic City of Azshara.
The full moon Elune, hung in the sky above the Magic City of Azshara. At this moment, the moon was too close to Azeroth to reflect the sun's light, and it relied on its own light.
That was the terrifying power of moonlight, constantly brewing.
The newly hatched giant butterfly flew into the air, and Tyrande stood on its head.
The giant butterfly buzzed, "Azshara, the Highborne's doom has come. The power of the moonlight has descended, and no living being can survive within a thousand miles. You forced me to this; I must use my strongest attack."
The Five Dragonflights, the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal, and the Burning Legion were all greatly alarmed.
Even with the power of the moonlight descending, they could not survive.
"Damn it, damn it, the space is sealed off, teleportation is impossible!" Archimonde shouted, "Mannoroth, prepare the strongest Legion defenses immediately! Never mind, I'll do it myself."
Layer upon layer of Fel shields appeared above the Burning Legion, Five Dragonflights were also actively preparing defensive magic, although they had no confidence and were only putting up a futile resistance.
"Elune, your power is indeed great, but unfortunately, I have already seen through it."
Queen Azshara's vision took the form of a giant a thousand meters tall, holding the Black Moon in her hands.
The Black Moon rose rapidly, growing larger and larger, obscuring the light of the full moon.
The sky suddenly flashed, and space trembled violently, but the moonlight power did not fall; it was all absorbed by the mysterious Black Moon.
"Fly, my Azshara."
With a tremendous roar, the Magic City of Azshara and the adjacent Well of Eternity slowly rose into the air, leaving the Five Dragonflights and the Burning Legion dumbfounded.
Strangely, the ground was flat, leaving no trace.