History cannot be changed.
Isillien ultimately couldn't escape Tirion Fordring's pursuit; at best, he lived a little longer, made some final arrangements, and died with resentment.
Enraged, Tirion Fordring vowed to find the Orcs who burned down his Castle, but Robbie and Vanessa, with the help of the Infinite Dragonflight, returned to the Shadowmoon Valley Timeline and could find them there.
The Town Hall inside the fortress in the Lunarfall.
Robbie rubbed his temples, took a sip of Morning Dew Wine, and forced himself to stay awake.
Vanessa disappeared again, and Robbie had to take over the management of the fortress once more.
There are two things that need to be dealt with as soon as possible.
The first step is to find a food that can replace the White Maggot Meat for Holy Light baking.
The second step was to identify the side effects of long-term consumption of White Maggot Meat, in order to counteract the powerful Tirion Fordring.
"It's impossible." Marisa Dupé shook her head. "Our Brotherhood n't have the technical expertise for that."
Marisa is a veteran of the Brotherhood. During VanCleef's time, she was one of the Brotherhood's executives and was extremely familiar with everyone in the Brotherhood.
Although Robbie came from behind and surpassed him, he often had to listen to the opinions of this elder statesman.
"What should we do then?" Robbie was at a loss. If these two things couldn't be accomplished, then this time travel would have been a complete waste of time.
"Let's outsource it," Marisa.
"Outsourcing?" Robbie was surprised; that was a very familiar term. "Outsourced to whom?"
Marisa counted on her fingers and said, "Scholomance on Caer Darrow Island, Black Dragon Prince's laboratory, and the insect breeding base in Ahn'Qiraj Nefarian. Why not assign these two tasks to those three, and pay whoever completes them first?"
I almost forgot, the Brotherhood close ties with these notorious organizations.
"Let the brainwashed nobles handle it," Marisa suggested.
Outsourcing is a good idea, Robbie nodded in agreement.
Embaari Village has been peaceful lately. After Ner'zhul fled back, someone saw him repairing his fangs. Ner'zhul continued to spout nonsense, claiming that the end of Shadowmoon Valley was coming.
Unfortunately, all talk and no action; we haven't heard of him doing anything particularly noteworthy.
The most pressing matter lately is Robbie's personal affairs. Chen Stormstout brought news that Maldra is willing to come to the fortress and reconcile with Robbie.
Robbie handed over the banquet to Maldra to Weldon Barov.
Weldon came from the wealthy and prestigious Barov Family, Robbie thought that having him prepare a meal would be presentable.
The Brotherhood's taste is just... well, forget about it.
Weldon accepted the task with great enthusiasm, giving off an impression that he could rest assured that he would handle the job well.
The appointed time arrived, and not only did Maldra arrive, but she also brought Chen Stormstout, which was exactly what Robbie had expected. Pandaren are naturally fond of eating, and it's normal for them to freeload.
When Robbie saw the table of food and drinks Weldon had prepared, Robbie lips twitched; he had mistaken Wilton for someone else.
Braised pig's trotters, stewed pig's trotters, red-braised pig's trotters, boiled pig's trotters, spicy pig's trotters, stewed pig's trotters, pig's trotter soup with Earthroot...
Weldon Barov, did you have a grudge against pig's trotters in your past life?
Maldra and Chen Stormstout didn't think much of it, assuming it was a special project of the Brotherhood.
After all, there must be some symbolic meaning behind displaying so many pig trotters together that outsiders might not know.
After each of them had eaten a pig's trotter, Maldra chuckled, opened a jar of wine, and bowed to Robbie, saying:
"All of Azeroth are brothers, and the Alliance is one family. I'll drink first as a sign of respect."
After saying that, he gulped down a whole jar of wine without turning red in the face or panting.
Chen Stormstout, brandishing a jug of strong liquor, opened it and declared in a serious tone, "All of Azeroth are brothers, and the Alliance is one family. I'll drink this too."
Good grief, this is clearly nitpicking.
These two were definitely prepared.
"Weldon, it's up to you now," Robbie urged.
Weldon turned pale with fright, and could only steel himself and open a jar of wine, muttering under his breath, "All of Azeroth are brothers, the Alliance is one family, I, I, bottoms up."
This guy was clearly a slippery fellow; he poured the wine jar down hard, soaking himself in the face and all over, but he didn't drink much himself.
That's embarrassing! Brotherhood.
Luckily, Robbie was prepared. He clapped his hands, Hogger, carrying a jar of wine, walked in from outside, slammed the jar open, and roared:
"All of Azeroth are brothers, the Alliance is one family, I'll drink the whole jar down!"
With a gulp, the whole jar of wine was gone. Then Hogger opened his mouth wide, bit into the jar, and crunched it down like he was eating candy, swallowing the entire jar whole.
Maldra and Chen Stormstout both paled; they certainly didn't possess such skill. They quickly gave a thumbs-up in admiration. "The Brotherhood of talented people; I'm truly impressed."
Hogger was born with a high alcohol tolerance and could drink a lot without getting drunk; otherwise, he wouldn't have been put in charge of the inn.
As for the wine jars, they were prepared in advance and were specially made from wheat flour.
Hogger went up to the table, grabbed a pig's trotter, chewed it up and swallowed it whole, not even spitting out the bones. His unparalleled boldness easily intimidated Maldra and Chen Stormstout.
After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was having a great time, and the atmosphere at the table became lively. Hogger kept boasting about his feats in Elwynn Forest.
It is said that when the Guardian Medivh passed through Elwynn Forest, he spoke rudely and was captured by Hogger. Fortunately, King Llane pleaded for his life, and he was released.
Since nobody believed it anyway, everyone just echoed it.
When the past was brought up, Weldon Barov suddenly burst into tears.
"My Barov Family was once incredibly wealthy and powerful, with fiefdoms in Brill, Tarren Mill, Caer Darrow, and Southshore. Back when we were at war with the Orcs, the Alterac Royal Family sided with Orcs and tried to persuade my Barov Family to join them, but my father refused to do so even in death."
"We all know about this," Hogger said, patting Weldon on the shoulder.
"Old Barov is a good man," Maldra praised.
"But there's still something you don't know." Weldon rubbed his red eyes:
"Do you know why Lordaeron still has no docks, and why the only way to travel between Undercity and Orgrimmar is by airship? Why can't the Undead build a single ship?"
This was quite a strange occurrence, and everyone fell silent to listen to Weldon's explanation.
Barov, with a solemn expression and emboldened by the alcohol, said:
"That was the Second War. Gul'dan and Orgrimmar led the Orcs to besiege Lordaeron City, and the city was on the verge of falling. My father, Alex Barov, overheard that Gul'dan planned to set sail after the war to find the Tomb of Sargeras."
"My father immediately bought up all the Shipyards and docks in Lordaeron, burned all the Shipyards, and left only one dock. In front of Gul'dan, my father pointed to the dense forest of masts along the coastline and said, 'I'll give you two choices. First: kill us all, throw our bodies into the sea to feed the fish, and then my sailors will sink all the ships. You won't be able to go to sea for ten years. Second: lead your troops to sea immediately. Consider these ships and sailors a gift from me.' Gul'dan made the second choice."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.
Gul'dan led Half-Orcs out to sea, which led to the Orcs' defeat. Logically, Gul'dan didn't need to rush things, but there was a reason behind it.
"Old Barov is truly a great man!" the crowd exclaimed in unison.
Barov shrank back and sighed, "Who would have thought that after the war, King Terenas would take away most of our land, saying it was to build Orcs internment camp?"
"Even so, the Barov Family shouldn't have sided with the Cult of the Damned!" Maldra complained.
Barov's eyes widened as he argued, "We were forced into this situation!"
"Who forced you? The Cult of the Damned?"
Barov shook his head, looking distressed, and said:
"At first, the King said he wanted to feed the Orcs and took away half of our grain, which wasn't a big deal. We could survive on some porridge and wild vegetables. But then the King said we had to ensure the Orcs had meat at every meal and took away all our grain. Wasn't that leaving us no way to survive?"
"The Lake District of Caer Darrow is the land of plenty in Lordaeron. Everyone, led by our Barov Family, is waiting for us to make our stance clear. At that time, our family will still have the strength to fight back, and the Lordaeron army won't be able to do anything to us, but they have the Order of the Silver Hand."
"First came Mograine, he shook his head, took a breath, and left. Then came Tirion Fordring and his private army, who were driven away by our family's guards. Finally came Uther, who placed his warhammer at my doorstep, and none of my guards could move it."
Weldon bit into the pig's trotter with gusto, as if he were eating someone's flesh. "The person I hate most in my life is Uther the Lightbringer. Every time I pass through the Plaguelands, I have to take a dump at his grave. Whenever I see a pig's trotter, I think of the Silver Hand, and I wish I could devour them alive."
"And then what?"
Maldra poured Weldon a glass of wine.
"If you can't win, you have to compromise." Weldon's face was conflicted. "Later, Archmage Kel'Thuzad came. He said he could help us reclaim our food. Among the Archmages of Dalaran, Kel'Thuzad was the most conscientious. Just as we were returning victorious, Medivh suddenly jumped out and gave a long speech, saying that the Orcs were the Saviors of Azeroth, and without the Orcs, we would all be destroyed by the Burning Legion. The two disagreed and began to fight. Kel'Thuzad remained calm and collected, unleashing Frost Burst. Medivh was beaten to the point of being half-dead and fled in a raven."
"Wait, you mean Kel'Thuzad drove Medivh?" Robbie was a little confused. "Weldon, are you drunk?"
Medivh, the Star Mage, is the renowned Guardian. How could Kel'Thuzad possibly be a match for Medivh?
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, it's absolutely true."
Weldon confidently stated, "After we retrieved the grain, we discovered it was inedible; the Orcs had mixed their own blood into it."
"Orcs blood? Isn't that Plague?" Maldra asked.
Barov laughed heartily:
"You'd never guess, would you? Orcs blood is the source of the Plague."
After seeing Maldra and Chen Stormstout off, Weldon was completely drunk.
Kel'Thuzad defeated the Guardian Medivh, Robbie held a grudge about it.
As soon as Weldon sobered up, Robbie immediately ran over to question him.
"Did I say that? Haha, that was drunken talk, it doesn't count." Weldon actually denied it.
Having spent a lot of time with the Brotherhood, Robbie also learned to read people's expressions and demeanor.
"Weldon, you'll be in charge of the fortress's toilets from now on..."