In the quiet courtyard, Nomi sat on a stone stool, feeling the warm sea breeze, smelling the fresh aroma of vegetables and fruits, and drinking the tea brewed by his beautiful wife, as he began to recount his experiences.
"I am a technician of the Burning Legion, specializing in Soul Nutrition. Ten thousand years ago, I entered the Azeroth, hoping to find a perfect ingredient. Unfortunately, none of the races of Azeroth were suitable. It wasn't until the rise of the Orcs that I saw hope."
Nomi's wife listened Anjing, then smiled and said, "Ten thousand years have passed, and you still often burn your food."
"Hey, everyone has their specialty. I'm a Soul Nutritionist, Chef is just a side job for me," Nomi protested. His wife laughed so hard that no other woman could compare to her. Nomi stared in a daze.
Looking at the sparrows chirping on the wall, Nomi said unhurriedly, "I considered the strong Tauren, as well as the Pandaren, Quilboars, Zandalari Trolls, and so on. Unfortunately, none of these races can absorb Fel. Night Elves can use Fel, but they are too thin, a pure waste of food. Only Orcs have enough thick, perfect flesh. What pleases me even more is their inherent cruelty, which can add courage to our soldiers."
Nomi's wife stared with her beautiful eyes and asked, "Why choose Orcs? Have you considered that Orcs are carnivores? Providing meat to carnivorous creatures is simply not cost-effective?"
"No, no, the Legion's soldiers care most about absorbing Fel. As for food, you know the Legion has destroyed countless worlds, and usually just burns the corpses—that's such a waste. Of course, the Legion will change in the future; it won't indiscriminately slaughter innocents like before. We can use Fel to make meat; research in this area is already quite mature. A drop of the Pit Lord's blood in the spring water can feed them for a long time."
"So you took advantage of Archimonde and Kil'jaeden?" the wife asked curiously.
Nomi shrugged and sighed:
"Archimonde and Kil'jaeden are old and can't keep up with the Legion's technological advancements. Fortunately, they still have some use; their cruelty is something the Orcs greatly admire. The ones in the Legion who oppose eating Orcs are those stupid dogs. We Cat Clan and Dog Clan are irreconcilable enemies. The Orcs have eaten so many races; finally, we've shut those stupid dogs up."
His wife said seriously, "Nomi, you're a panda, not a cat?"
Nomi didn't explain that her appearance was just a shell, since it involved profound Demons magic that was difficult to explain clearly. She simply lowered her head and drank her tea.
His wife then asked, "When will cruel creatures like Orcs become food for the Legion?"
Nomi shook his head. "These Orcs are just failed experiments, substandard meat. They're only serving a final purpose now; they'll be wiped out soon. What we need are the native Orcs of Draenor. This involves the Laws of Time and Space, and it's very complex. In short, someone will bring the native Orcs of Draenor to Argus Planet in the near future."
His wife shook her head, showing no interest in such things. "I'll go prepare lunch. Are you still going out?"
Nomi, drooling with admiration for his wife's cooking, said, "Archimonde is facing a problem. The rise of the Scourge is giving him a huge headache. He's begged me to help him many times. Since he's still somewhat useful, I have no choice but to assist him. However, we still have time for lunch."
Dalaran.
Inside the hemispherical Magic Shield, Archimonde had been frowning for days. Although the Orcs were making good progress, the souls of 300,000 Darkspear Trolls, plus more than 100,000 Pandaren, were enough to sustain the Legion's Forge of Souls for a while.
But the Scourge of Lordaeron remains a constant worry. The Scourge's soldiers are constantly evolving: Model One, Model Two, Special Models —who knows if there will ever be an end to it?
Archimonde has realized that time is on the Scourge's side. The longer it drags on, the stronger the Scourge will become. In a few years, the Burning Legion might not even be a match for them one-on-one.
However, Archimonde clearly realized that he could not rashly launch an attack on the Scourge before solving the problem, otherwise he would still suffer defeat in the face of the Scourge's overwhelming numbers.
The arrival of the Soul Master Nomi gave Archimonde hope.
Nomi, her belly round and full, patted her stomach contentedly. Compared to the towering Legion soldiers, especially the massive Archimonde and the mountain-like Pit Lord Mannoroth, the Pandaren's physique seemed rather slender.
Nomi was extremely arrogant, showing no regard for them whatsoever. On the contrary, Archimonde carefully smiled obsequiously, afraid of offending him. If Thrall saw this scene, he certainly wouldn't dare to provoke the fearsome Nomi.
Nomi took the main seat without ceremony, Pride looking at the Legion commanders, and asked, "Is everything I requested ready? I'm in a hurry; I have many things to do and cannot linger here too long."
Archimonde hurriedly replied, "Everything is ready, we're just waiting for you."
Nomi nodded and followed Archimonde to the Legion Laboratory.
Archimonde's biggest problem now is that although he has slaughtered countless Scourge soldiers, the number of souls he has obtained is negligible, making it difficult to keep the Forge running. He wants to know where all the souls have gone.
The laboratory held many Scourge soldiers, mostly Ghouls Gargoyles, as well as a few Abominations, Death Knights, and so on. Many of them had already been dissected by the Legion's technicians, but unfortunately, the cause of the problem could not be found.
A technician respectfully explained the situation, "Reverend Soul Master, we have captured quite a few Scourge, but unfortunately, we cannot find their souls within them. I suspect the Scourge has a way to summon back the souls from the prisoners' bodies, a technique different from the Demons' rebirth in the Void, leaving no trace whatsoever."
Nomi carefully observed a Ghoul. The Ghoul stared blankly at Nomi, its eyes vacant, like a fool. Nomi could tell at a glance that this was a sign of a missing soul.
"How capable are the prisoners?" Nomi asked.
The technician replied, "That's the strangest thing. Although they don't have souls, they can still exhibit offensive capabilities, just like on the Battlefield."
Nomi placed her hand on the Ghoul's head, closed her eyes, and carefully sensed it. After a long while, she opened her eyes, a look of surprise on her face, and smiled slightly:
"Interesting. It's not that there's no soul within, but rather that the soul is too weak to be detected. This is an extremely sophisticated technique. Of course, it can't hide it from me. In fact, the Cute Pet Legion has already mastered similar technology, but they just haven't applied it yet."
Archimonde breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked, "What kind of magic is this?"
"Soul-Splitting Technique," Nomi explained.
"During Queen Azshara's reign, the Highborne conducted in-depth research on this. For example, the origin of this Ghoul: a thousand years ago, it was a rabbit that was captured and eaten by a Troll. After a thousand years of depletion, its soul was shattered, leaving only a fraction of its original essence. The Scourge divided it into a thousand parts, creating a thousand Ghouls. So, theoretically, the Scourge can create an astronomical number of soldiers."
Archimonde's mind went blank for a moment, and only the name "Queen Azshara" remained in his thoughts.
Nomi continued, "As for the materials used to create Ghouls, such as tendons and bones, they are all magical creations, with very ordinary technical content; they're not particularly sophisticated magic."