Humans are, after all, made of flesh and blood, and their reading speed is slow.
The Black Cat took out the golden disc that Robbie was familiar with again, adjusted it carefully, and a transparent eye appeared above the disc, curiously looking around.
"This is a mechanical life form," the Black Cat sighed, a hint of worry in its voice.
"It has no soul, no self-awareness, but it can do everything that sentient beings can do, with perfect rationality and absolutely no mistakes. Sometimes we consider it a kind of life. Within us, there is a deep sense of unease about mechanical life; many believe they will eventually replace us. Who knows? If you fall behind, you will be eliminated."
According to Robbie's understanding, this should be what we call artificial intelligence—mechanical life.
The Black Cat said enviously, "What would take us a hundred years to read, the mechanical lifeform only needs a minute. What we need to do is set filtering criteria so that the mechanical lifeform can find and translate useful information."
Are Robbie and the Black Cat starting to list the filtering criteria?
First, the organization must have existed for at least 10,000 years, possibly changed its name multiple times, and may have experienced splits and reorganizations, but it has continued to exist.
It may have been founded by a local force in Azeroth, or it may have originated from outer space.
They may act discreetly, or they may have other pretexts to conceal their true purpose.
This organization must be full of talented people, have funding, and a powerful intelligence system to monitor all unusual phenomena on the World Tree.
There must be some kind of connection between them and the three World Trees. Although it's done in secret, there might be some clues.
This organization is controlled by the Moon Goddess El, so it may be related to strange and supernatural phenomena, and various strange Legendary circulate about it.
Various conditions were input into the transparent eyes, and under the Black Cat's command, the mechanical lifeform began scanning.
In less than a minute, the answer was presented to Robbie.
Robbie initially thought that an organization that could last for ten thousand years was incredible, and that the Dalaran archives alone might not provide the answer.
Unexpectedly, the mechanical lifeform provided three answers, all of which met the selection criteria.
Consortium, Venture Company, Darkmoon Faire.
The Consortium is a loose business Alliance engaged in smuggling, trade, or theft, whose main members are Ethereal beings who risk their lives for profit.
Currently, although the Consortium's main influence Outland, the homeland of the Orcs, it does not seem to have any involvement in Azeroth.
However, according to the archives, the Ethereal appeared on the land of Azeroth as early as 10,000 years ago, and appeared near the World Tree more than once, seemingly very interested in these three giant trees.
Robbie and the Black Cat speculated that either the Ethereal wanted to sell the World Tree, or that they had some kind of cooperative relationship with the moon Ethereal Elune. However, due to a lack of direct evidence, it remained merely speculation at the moment.
For Venture Company, the records in the Dalaran Archives are far more detailed and reliable.
Ten thousand years ago, the Sundering, and Emperor Archaeus of the Zandalari Empire's three million Trolls perished, along with hundreds of Loa. In the catastrophe that swept across the Azeroth, the eternally existing Zandalari Empire was torn apart.
Fortunately, the Zandalari Empire's foundation remained intact. In order to revive the empire, they used the Wealth accumulated over countless years in their national treasury to purchase materials from all over the world to rebuild the empire. This was the prototype of Venture Company.
What began as a mere commercial activity within the Zandalari Empire unexpectedly developed into a massive commercial Alliance that once controlled more than half of Azeroth's trade. However, due to the Trolls ' mismanagement, the Alliance quickly became heavily indebted and was acquired by the cunning Goblins, who renamed it the Goblin Trading Company.
Over the course of ten thousand years, this organization has been constantly split, reorganized, merged, changed its name many times, changed hands many times, and many of its owners have died violent deaths. Countless members have been killed, but for some reason, it has always stubbornly survived.
Because of its rampant exploitation, speculation, and hoarding, it has become infamous and has a terrible reputation, making it Venture Company that is now universally condemned.
Regardless, this organization has an extremely wide reach; their presence can be found almost everywhere in Azeroth.
Of the three organizations, the Darkmoon Faire is the prime suspect.
Just look at the founders of Dalaran and you'll understand. According to unreliable rumors, the Darkmoon Faire was founded 10,000 years ago, originally called the Night Elf Bear Circus, and its founder was Malfurion Stormrage.
Malfurion Stormrage, the leader of the Night Elf Druids, held a prestigious position. What reason could there be for someone of Malfurion's status, besides serving Moon Goddess, to become the head of a circus troupe?
It is said that Malfurion Stormrage is still the largest shareholder of the Darkmoon Faire.
This mysterious organization controls almost all the circus performances in Azeroth. The mages of Dalaran suspect that the Darkmoon Faire may be the Night Elves ' intelligence organization, a secret service called SI: SI:7 as a circus performance.
Next, the mechanical lifeform listed some dubious historical anecdotes as evidence.
One of the documents, a letter of responsibility seized from the Frozen Throne, was written in the Ethereal language, which the mages of Dalaran have not yet been able to decipher.
Final Determination of Liability for Damage to the Fel Reaver Production Line
"Your Excellency Archimonde, the Consortium deeply regrets the unexpected damage to your Legion's Fel Reaver production line. After final assessment by our engineers, it has been confirmed that the damage was due to your Legion's inadequate technical capabilities and failure to consider the harsh conditions within the Spatial Rift, resulting in the damage caused by spatial turbulence during transport."
"Although we were responsible for secretly transporting the production line into Azeroth, we should not bear any responsibility for it. The Legion's Fel Reaver production line is too large, a huge Floating City, and is seriously outdated. We are willing to recommend a more advanced production line at a fair price."
"We are willing to purchase this damaged production line at one-fifth of the original price. This is the maximum concession we can make. We have heard that the Scourge has caused your Legion significant trouble. We are willing to recommend cosmic mercenaries to your Legion, though they will not be cheap. Alternatively, we could offer interstellar assassins to help your Legion assassinate Arthas, the leader of the Scourge. We wish to have a pleasant cooperation."
The signature is that of Haramad, the leader of the Consortium.
It seems the Consortium assisted Archimonde in his invasion of Azeroth, likely after the destruction of Dalaran.
Then came two secret orders, the legacy of a high-ranking executive at a Venture Company, written in Ancient Trollish.
"Secret order: Thrall Orcs, immediately prepare three hundred Tauren, all young and strong, who have never suffered from any serious illness; and three hundred Pandaren from Pandaria, who must be plump and healthy, to entertain the emissaries of the Moon Goddess Emissary."
"Secret Decree: King Rastakhan of Zandalar, your Emissary has fallen deeply in love with Troll woman. The Queen of Zandalar has been granted this great honor to serve your esteemed divine Emissary. Do not refuse, or the Zandalari Empire will be reduced to ashes in the wrath of the Moon Goddess."
There is another love poem, written in Orcish, and the handwriting is believed to be Thrall's, but its authenticity is unknown:
"Ah! Beautiful Troll Queen, your fangs are so sharp, like the spikes of the Blade's Edge Mountains. My beloved, once cooked, you are as tender and juicy as the plains of Nagrand."