Shipwreck Isle is a dangerous body of water filled with reefs and turbulent currents, dotted with whirlpools of all sizes. It was a no-go zone for ships sailing through the Echo Isles and later became the lair of Tide Lord Feralas.
A large group of Murlocs live around the island of the Shipwreck Isle. They are all subjects of Feralas and Guards this place day and night.
Robbie quietly infiltrated Shipwreck Island. As he absorbed the magic of Queen Azshara's era, Robbie became increasingly skilled in using magic. However, without the powerful Well of Eternity as a source of magic, his mana reserves were not yet inexhaustible.
Feralas' massive body was submerged in the warm seawater. Beneath the surface, countless Murloc the seaweed clinging to its skin. Its head emerged from the water, its massive mouth, filled with sharp teeth, slightly open, with its trident, its weapon, beside it.
As it slept, its enormous snores were like rolling Thunder, audible for miles around.
Robbie concealed himself within the mist, appearing silently near Feralas.
"Foolish Murloc, your end has come, yet you still have the mind to sleep here."
Robbie used magic to create an illusion, a towering image that made the Island -like Tide Lord look like a worm in front of it. The image radiated a bright light, like Deity Descension.
"Who dares to trespass on my territory?" Awakened from his sleep, the Tide Lord immediately grabbed his weapon and roared, "No one dares to act recklessly on the Tide Lord' land! I will make you pay!"
Upon seeing the immense and majestic image, the Tide Lord immediately yielded, changing his words to, "Great being, I do not know where you come from, but this humble Feralas is willing to serve you."
Feralas is a Murloc. After gaining sentience, it felt that it was smarter than ordinary Murloc, at least it knew how to be in awe. There are countless beings in this universe more powerful than it, and in the eyes of some powerful beings, it is nothing more than a plate of grilled fish.
Robbie said calmly, "Feralas, you're being watched. Your every move is being observed." The enormous image flicked its finger, and a green, Evil eye appeared above Feralas's head.
This was a reconnaissance item that was originally invisible, Robbie used magic to find it: the Legion Eye the Burning Legion.
Feralas was taken aback, then gritted his teeth in fury and unleashed a jet of water that shattered the Legion Eye.
The ability to detect the Legion Eye proves that the opponent possesses magic or technology that surpasses that of the Legion.
Feralas understood the difference in their abilities and became even more humble. "Great being, I, Feralas, am willing to be your loyal servant, and the Humans of the Echo Isles will be loyal to you for generations to come."
Robbie hadn't expected Feralas to be so spineless.
If it weren't for his prior arrangements, allowing Magni Bronzebeard issue an early warning, he probably would have surrendered immediately upon encountering the Burning Legion. However, putting himself in Robbie's shoes, he would likely have felt awe in the face of such a powerful and unknown entity.
It can only be said that Murloc are more straightforward and honest, and they don't understand the meaning of dignity and shame.
"I have no intention of subduing a group of low-level Murloc. I just want to remind you that the Darkspear Tribe is plotting against you in Tidal Bay in three days. Be careful. I despise underhanded schemes and conspiracies, and I've inadvertently learned of this, so I've come to warn you."
Upon hearing this, Feralas flew into a rage, exclaiming, "It must be Sen'jin, that liar! I knew Trolls were unreliable!"
Robbie didn't intend to go into detail about Vol'jin's conspiracy, as that wouldn't fit the character of a powerful being.
"Feralas, take care of yourself. Farewell."
Feralas's eyes darted around, and though it seemed to be harboring some cunning scheme, he hurriedly asked, "Great being, thank you for your help. I, Feralas, will repay your kindness. May I ask your name?"
Robbie, Robbie he'd almost underestimated the cunning Murloc, understood its purpose and saw it as a perfect opportunity to use. He answered loudly, "Ten thousand years ago, my people's cities were scattered throughout Azeroth; we were once the masters of this world."
After saying this, the enormous image transformed into a stream of light, shot into the sky, and disappeared.
Who was the master of Azeroth ten thousand years ago?
After all, he was a Murloc. Although he had learned the Trolls ' cunning and treachery, he still lacked knowledge.
Feralas pondered for a long time without reaching a conclusion. It nodded almost imperceptibly to the water beside it and fell back into slumber. It needed to conserve its energy and strength for the upcoming war.
Hidden in those waters is an old Murloc, the Great Elder of the Echo Isles Murloc.
The elder understood immediately and swam into a secret cave on the seabed.
In the very center of the cave, there was a Legion Communicator.
The Grand Elder activated the communicator, and a green phantom appeared on it—it was Varimathras, the Dreadlord.
"The Legion Eye has been destroyed!" Varimathras said impatiently. "Tell me, who did it?"
Varimathras had always been confident in the Legion's technology, and he didn't believe that anyone in the world could discover the Legion Eye.
The elder waved his arms, gesturing for a long time, and said in broken Common, "He is a giant as powerful as Deity, whose eyes blaze with Flames, and who claims to be the master of Azeroth ten thousand years ago."
"Ten thousand years ago, the masters of Azeroth, weren't they the Night Elf race?"
Varimathras was taken aback; this was crucial intelligence. It seemed Queen Azshara had truly returned.
Queen Azshara could never have imagined that Feralas had secretly instigated a trusted confidant to collude with the Legion.
The Legion Eye was indeed placed behind the Tide Lord, which is why Feralas is furious.
However, this elder's collusion with Varimathras was secretly supported by Feralas. Varimathras was aware of the reason behind it; just as one shouldn't put all their eggs in one basket, Feralas was leaving himself a way out.
The Grand Elder gestured again and asked, "What conspiracy does the Darkspear Tribe have?"
Varimathras hesitated for a moment. He was aware of the plot. As a Dreadlord, he naturally had the Legion providing technical support and secretly monitoring Vol'jin. But whether or not to tell the Tide Lord was the question.
"The conspiracy has been exposed, Vol'jin's scheme is doomed to failure," Varimathras thought to himself. "Archimonde is only concerned with Queen Azshara's return; the Orcs are merely pawns, insignificant. Thrall has been far too arrogant, showing disrespect to our Dreadlord race. It's good that he's learned his lesson."
Having considered this, Varimathras made up his mind and replied, "This isn't Sen'jin's scheme, but rather a trick by a Troll named Vol'jin, who conspired with a Pandaren to brew Alemental to fight against the Tide Lord."
The Grand Elder nodded after hearing this, and then gestured again. "Tide Lord thanks you for your generosity, Dreadlord."
Varimathras chuckled. "I'm good friends with the Tide Lord, aren't I?"
After ending his call with the High Elder, Varimathras immediately contacted Archimonde and recounted his discovery in detail.
Archimonde remained silent for a long time after hearing this, then laughed confidently, "A low-level trick. Someone is plotting behind the scenes, impersonating Queen Azshara, but unfortunately, I saw through it."
"Great Archimonde, no one can match your wisdom." Varimathras could only offer a flattering compliment.
Unbeknownst to the Dreadlord, Archimonde immediately ordered a halt to the probing of the Scourge after ending the call.