Moira, whether realizing something or receiving some divine revelation, became cautious instead of being carefree. Not only did she only allow Robbie to visit for half an hour, but she also insisted on accompanying him the entire time, which was tantamount to surveillance.
The Explorers' League's treasure vault is so enormous that it has practically hollowed out half the mountain. Even if Robbie had ten days or half a month, let alone half an hour, it would be difficult for him to visit the entire vault.
As soon as Robbie entered, he saw several statues that were three or four stories high. These were Titans statues excavated from the ruins. They were exquisitely crafted and lifelike, but they were just works of art and had no magic power.
To avoid arousing Moira's suspicion, Robbie carefully examined the statues.
Fortunately, Moira couldn't see the Black Cat. The Black Cat, carrying the golden disc, headed straight for the depths of the treasure vault.
"This statue should be Aman'Thul," Robbie said, casually pointing to one of the statues while stalling for time with Moira.
"No, this is Sargeras, the Titan before he fell into darkness." Moira reluctantly corrected Robbie's mistake. She suspected Robbie had ulterior motives, but what did it mean to just linger around a few statues near the entrance?
Sargeras's appearance before his fall was completely different from that of the Dark Titans. He was a tall and mighty middle-aged man, wearing thick armor, with ferocious muscles, a resolute face, and wielding a flaming greatsword.
"Why would the Titans build a statue for Sargeras?" Robbie asked, puzzled. "Didn't he betray the Pantheon?"
Moira snorted coldly, explaining with increasing impatience, "Sargeras hadn't fallen yet when this statue was built. By the way, why are you interested in these Titans statues?"
Robbie looked at Moira with feigned confusion. "This is a great work of art; art is priceless."
Moira looked at Robbie in surprise, wondering if she was overthinking things. If it was just for art, why waste time accompanying him? The situation in Ironforge was tense right now, and she didn't have much time.
However, Moira had not forgotten the oracle's warning, so she could only endure it. She rolled her eyes and said nothing more.
After visiting several Titans statues and lingering for a while in front of some enormous weapons that are said to be Titans weapons, we finally saw an artifact that is said to be Titans bathtub. Then, it was almost time to leave.
The Black Cat emerged from the depths of the treasure vault, nodded to Robbie, and seemed to have gained something.
Robbie yawned, seemingly feeling tired, and said to Moira, who was eyeing him menacingly, "I've heard that the Humans once unearthed a fine wine from the Titans era. I wonder if I'll have the chance to taste it?"
"Don't even think about it." Moira's attitude was arrogant. "Time's up, you've already wasted too much time."
Robbie shrugged and left the vault indifferently, seemingly without the slightest regret.
In Stormwind City, the Black Cat took out a golden disc and slowly said:
"The Explorers' League's vault doesn't have many valuable clues, but luckily we unexpectedly found Magni Bronzebeard's diary."
Why didn't Magni's diary, as her daughter, Moira, keep it safe?
The Black Cat revealed a contemptuous smile:
"Moira clearly harbored resentment towards her father. Magni Bronzebeard's diary, among a pile of junk, was tattered, stained, and illegible. The mechanical lifeform successfully repaired a portion of it."
The Ironforge King's Diary is a precious historical artifact and should be placed in a museum.
The golden disc displays excerpts from Magni Bronzebeard's diary.
"The Dream Hammer is truly amazing. It's hard to believe it's a creation of the Titans. It can whisper in people's ears like Old Gods and create terrible nightmares until it drives its victims mad. However, its proper use is to deliver false oracles. What could be more believable than an oracle delivered in a dream? Those foolish humans and Night Elves are one thing, but I never thought that even the shrewd and stingy Goblins would fall for it. Perhaps I overestimated the Goblins."
"Moira is such a worry! She actually believes in fairy tales about princesses and Princes. How am I supposed to discipline her? Why do I, Magni, only have one daughter? By the Moon Goddess, is this meant to make me childless?"
"Ten thousand years ago, the Sundering, and the Elune protected our Humans from extinction in that catastrophe. Elune entrusted us Humans with a secret mission, the truth of which only our leaders throughout history are qualified to know: to protect the three World Trees. Unfortunately, Vordrassil has been Corruption Yogg-Saron, and we mortals are powerless to do so."
"Moira has run away! She's gone to Blackrock Mountain all by herself! What kind of magic potion did that bastard Thaurissan give her? No, this is a disgrace to the Bronzebeard Dwarves! Thaurissan, I will kill you! You've kidnapped Moira's heart!"
"Teldrassil is guarded by the Night Elf race, but these Elves, seeking only comfort, have disappointed the Moon Goddess in the past and are unable to fulfill their responsibilities Guardians. Ten thousand years ago, we Dwarves, guided by the Moon Goddess, excavated Titans Ruins and unearthed many useful Titans Relic. The Moon Goddess told my ancestors that time travelers from the future are the World Tree's greatest enemy. The Explorers' League is spread throughout Azeroth, and with the allure of the Dream Hammer, we have people in Venture Company, the Darkmoon Faire, the Cenarion Circle, and so on. No time traveler can escape the Dwarves ' eyes."
"I killed Thaurissan, that was so satisfying. But Moira refuses to go back to Ironforge; she's going to stay with those nasty black guys. Looks like I really should have used force. Brann told me privately that this might be an opportunity to make those black guys submit. Interesting, my daughter isn't all bad; I've discovered her good points."
"I hate the Lich King. He actually banished the Explorers' League, and my spies can't get close to Arthas. The Dream Hammer is ineffective against Undead creatures. The Scourge is hunting Archimonde and advancing towards Mount Hyjal. Nordrassil is in danger. This is the first time something like this has happened in ten thousand years. What should I do? It seems I can only turn to the Moon Goddess for help."
"The messenger of the Moon Goddess is clearly human, but for some reason he's dressed as Orcs, and looks remarkably like Gul'dan. He wants braised beef and stewed panda meat, and he wants the Queen of Zandalar to accompany him. Haha, what interesting taste! Why would a human like a creature with huge fangs? This matter can only be handled by a puppet of the Venture Company. He claims to be the Moon Goddess's agent in Azeroth, and neither Thrall nor the God-King Rastakhan dares to refuse him."
Upon seeing this, Robbie's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't forgotten the human who had made him drink blood, the one disguised as Gul'dan. It turned out that this person was actually the Emissary of the Moon Goddess.
"Moira is so clever. She found a mixed-race baby from somewhere and claimed it was Thaurissan's son, so she can rightfully become the queen of the black dwarves. What an unexpected surprise to have such an outstanding daughter! Moira will surely be a great Dwarf queen."
"I have my doubts about the Orcs' taste. Thrall actually fell in love with the Queen of the Zandalari Empire, secretly intercepted her, and replaced her with a Troll woman, trying to deceive the Emissary. But is the Emissary of the Moon Goddess God so easily fooled?"