The Azerite hidden beneath the Earth's crust could explode at any moment. The life and death of countless beings on Azeroth rests entirely on the whim of Elune. The Azeroth is practically sitting on a giant powder keg.
Robbie felt deeply that this world was far too dangerous, and that he might as well stay in Draenor and never come back.
The Black Cat beside him comforted him, "Aman'Thul lied to Xal'atath; he withheld the most important information."
"What information?" Robbie asked curiously.
The Black Cat licked its paws and explained, "Elune, cannot detonate Azerite at will. Such a large-scale explosion requires the power of a star. Only on specific days, when Azeroth is at a delicate distance from the star, can the spell be cast to detonate the Azerite hidden beneath the Earth's crust. We still have time."
Robbie breathed a sigh of relief. If that put his mind at ease, then the most important thing now was to find a way to thwart Aman'Thul's plot.
The simplest way is to jump out and kill him, but the soul of a god is immortal. If you kill him and then accidentally lose track of him, it will be troublesome.
Robbie had no choice but to follow the Black Cat's plan, secretly following Aman'Thul to find a way to kill him completely.
Faced with Aman'Thul's empty promises, Xal'atath chose to believe him.
The Highfather may deceive, but this is not a bad opportunity. There is always hope if you take a chance. If Xal'atath wants to go further, the only way is to follow a powerful figure like Aman'Thul.
One is a colossal Titans, the other Old Gods of the Void; how could a spark of love possibly ignite between them? It's utterly ridiculous.
Xal'atath was simply after Aman'Thul's treasury's power and status. He was content to participate in the games of these bigwigs, to join their conspiracies and plans, even if it was just to get a share of the spoils.
Having successfully persuaded Xal'atath, Aman'Thul breathed a sigh of relief. The plan, delayed for ten thousand years, could finally proceed, and with the help of an Old Gods, Aman'Thul was very optimistic about the future.
"Xal'atath, I'm going to initiate a plan from ten thousand years ago to create the Savior Illidan. Right now, everyone thinks Illidan is dead. Ordinary people think Illidan died in the Black Temple, and powerful figures think Illidan died in the Vault of the Wardens. It doesn't matter. I will rightfully resurrect Illidan and make him the Child of the Holy Light to save the world."
Xal'atath considered the difficulty and shook his head. "I don't think you'll succeed, even if you possess the wisdom of the Titans."
Aman'Thul smiled slightly and said smugly, "Don't worry, I have already comprehended the laws of the universe. Whether I am Savior or not, it only takes a word from you, it's that simple. I reached an agreement with the Army of the Light a long time ago, but unfortunately it was delayed for ten thousand years. Now it's time to start the plan."
Aman'Thul, accompanied by Xal'atath, set their sights on the Tomb of Sargeras.
Both were currently in the form of Night Elves; the man was handsome and dashing, and the woman was gentle and charming. They were truly an enviable couple. Instead of using any spells, they traveled on foot and by boat.
Robbie and the Black Cat secretly followed behind, monitoring the two's actions.
The Tomb of Sargeras is said to have been built by the Watchers Aegwynn, Legendary that an avatar of Sargeras is sealed within. Because it constantly attracts Evil beings into the tomb, it has become an extremely dangerous place, and even the arrogant Gul'dan perished here.
Of course, how much of this is believable is unknown. Just like during the Cataclysm, the Badlands boasted about defeating Deathwing's trio. It's something any mortal could do. Don't think the Guardians aren't good at this kind of trick.
Aman'Thul knew very well that the Tomb of Sargeras concealed a Nexus left behind by the Titans, a setup made by Aman'Thul countless years ago, and now the time had finally come to activate it.
"I made multiple arrangements countless ages ago," Aman'Thul boasted smugly, but then shook his head, saying with concern:
"Simply activating this Nexus is not enough. The ten orbs scattered throughout the Broken Isles must be activated in sequence. After the Sundering events, the terrain of the Broken Isles has changed. Although these orbs are creations of the Titans and cannot be destroyed over time, finding them is still very difficult."
"Do you have a way to find them?" Xal'atath asked.
"Yes, but we can't expose ourselves." Aman'Thul looked worriedly at the sky. "Luckily, I had a plan. You have to believe in the power of mortals; foolish mortals can occasionally unleash tremendous potential."
Aman'Thul was extremely cautious; he couldn't easily reveal his whereabouts, especially since the entire Azeroth was bathed in moonlight.
He already had someone in mind for his plan: the youngest of the three Bronzebeard brothers, the founder of the Explorers' League, Brann Bronzebeard, whom he needed to exploit the Dwarves ' curiosity.
Aman'Thul and Xal'atath entered a cave near the Tomb of Sargeras, made some arrangements, and then left.
After concluding his adventures in Pandaria, Brann Bronzebeard intended to enter Draenor and embark on a new adventure.
The ruins left behind in Draenor World, especially the rise and fall of the Arakkoa Apexis Civilization, deeply fascinated him.
However, the rampage of the Iron Horde greatly worried him, and a series of major events in Azeroth, such as the destruction of Orgrimmar and the rise of Sylvanas, delayed his progress.
Just as he was about to set off for his adventure in Draenor, a Troll adventurer entered Ironforge and delivered a message in a bottle, supposedly from the Broken Isles, which a fisherman had found by chance.
The Troll adventurer offered a high price of five hundred gold coins. Brann Bronzebeard opened the bottle and retrieved an ancient scroll of parchment. The paper looked quite old and was covered with strange symbols.
To the average person, these symbols are like Heavenly Book in a foreign language.
As it happened, Brann Bronzebeard recognized the script. It was ancient Titan language, the language reserved for the Titan Keepers. It recorded that a Titan Keepers had once tamed a deep-sea jellyfish, and that by activating ten orbs distributed across the Broken Isles in sequence, he could become the jellyfish's new master.
A jellyfish tamed by Titans successfully piqued Brann Bronzebeard's interest. With this jellyfish, he could venture into the mysterious depths of the ocean and come into contact with the ruins of a dark civilization created by the ancient Old Gods.
Brann Bronzebeard immediately put his arm around the Troll adventurer's shoulder, calling him brother, and even bought him a cheap beer. No one knows how Brann Bronzebeard performed at the table, but the poor Troll, half-drunk and half-awake, not only refused the 500 gold coins reward but also invested his entire fortune in the Explorers' League.
The parchment only gave the approximate location of the orb, as the era recorded on it was far too ancient, dating back to before the Sundering, when the terrain had already changed. Brann Bronzebeard had no choice but to gather most of the Explorers' League's forces to explore the Broken Isles.
All living beings are like ants, and under the secret guidance of the gods, the ants begin their futile efforts.