"Is there a way to break this?" Archimonde asked.
Nomi looked troubled. "Cracking it isn't difficult, but I don't have the necessary permissions to provide technical support."
Archimonde understood Nomi's predicament. Nomi's willingness to help already demonstrated sufficient friendship. However, providing technical support was not something Nomi could decide on her own; Archimonde could not make the decision alone.
Advanced technology and sophisticated magic are the most precious Wealth of any race, and they will never be easily shared.
Archimonde sighed. His Legion had made very little progress over tens of thousands of years, almost stagnating. This in itself was the original sin, simply because of his own limited abilities.
Nomi lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said tactfully, "I can point you in the right direction. Mount Hyjal, the World Tree Nordrassil, holds secrets; perhaps there's a way to make you stronger."
Archimonde was initially dejected, but upon hearing that the Scourge's technology might have originated from Queen Azshara, he was already considering giving up and even leaving Azeroth.
But he was Archimonde the Defiler, the nominal second-in- Burning Legion, and he had his pride. To wander around Lordaeron, suffering losses, accomplishing nothing, and leaving empty-handed was simply too humiliating.
Nomi clearly knew Archimonde, which is why she suggested the World Tree.
Archimonde looked at Nomi gratefully. Compared to the treacherous Scourge, the various races of Kalimdor were clearly much easier to deal with, allowing him to salvage some face. "World Tree Nordrassil, alright, I understand. But what if the Scourge comes after us?"
"So you need to make good use of the Orcs; they're the Legion's best cover." Nomi said in a low voice, "Arthas hates the Orcs the most, but the various races of Azeroth clearly favor Orcs. If Arthas wants to eliminate the Orcs, he'd have to wipe out all the races of Azeroth, and I suspect Arthas can't bring himself to slaughter all the races."
Archimonde's eyes lit up; he seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
Nomi gave Archimonde a serious look and analyzed, "Arthas is destined to be unable to destroy the Orcs, and Azeroth is unlikely to contain the Scourge. In the end, the Scourge can only go into space and leave this world."
Archimonde sneered, "I can use the Orcs to devour all the races of Azeroth."
Nomi shook his head almost imperceptibly. He didn't approve of Archimonde's plan, but he didn't object. He simply reminded him, "The World Tree is a creation of Elune. The magic that protects the World Tree is called Wrath of Nordrassil, which gathers the power of countless ancient souls. It is incredibly powerful, and you will die too."
Archimonde took Nomi's warning very seriously. "I will not confront Wrath of Nordrassil head-on. Don't forget, the Legion destroyed countless worlds not only with force, but also with terrible schemes and tricks."
Nomi's facial muscles twitched slightly as he looked at Archimonde with a hint of Mercy: "If things don't go well, don't force it. As long as you survive, there is hope, and you will definitely find a way out."
Archimonde could only smile bitterly; this was the tragedy of the immortal race.
Short-lived species can retire in old age, enjoy a leisurely life in their later years, and wait for their time to come.
For the Eredar, who have a long lifespan and no natural death, life is an endless battle. Until the very last moment, if they are unwilling to be eliminated, they can only choose to die on the battlefield, with no room for retreat.
"The Wrath of Nordrassil is powerful, but as long as it's not cast by Elune, I can definitely neutralize it," Archimonde said, seemingly full of confidence, but his gaze was unfocused.
Nomi felt a pang of sadness; she could already see Archimonde's death wish.
The Burning Legion remains incredibly powerful, striking fear into the hearts of civilizations across the heavens.
But Archimonde and Kil'jaeden are no longer capable. The Demons Legions they lead have suffered increasing setbacks in recent years, and most frighteningly, they don't know how to change their ways.
Countless civilizations rose up, giving rise to advanced magic and technology that the Eredar had been fighting for millennia, could hardly cope with.
Times are changing, and even Sargeras is no longer the Legion's strongest force.
Nobi sighed with concern, "It's clear that the Scourge's ambitions don't lie in Azeroth. I wonder if this is a good thing or a bad thing for the Burning Legion."
Archimonde remained silent, pondering the Battle of Mount Hyjal. Archimonde the Defiler felt increasingly powerless regarding the future, the future of the Scourge.
Kalimdor, the Scarlet Lands, a name that has vanished completely from history.
Living beings are prone to forgetting, and later generations named this place after Thrall's father, calling it Durotar, forgetting the land's original name.
When Robbie set foot in the Scarlet Lands, he discovered that it was not as desolate as it would later become.
In the inland of the Scarlet Lands, the dark red soil is particularly barren due to the lack of water, but there are also a few oases, especially where rivers flow, where there is a lot of greenery.
To Robbie's even greater surprise, on the coast of Kalimdor, hidden in a dense palm forest, the Troggs had built a magnificent city, Rag City.
Under the wise leadership of King Emperor Lagrange, the Troggs king, Rag City became a transit point between the continents of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms, and a famous trading city.
Upon entering Rag City, Robbie was astonished by its grandeur. In Robbie's mind, the Troggs were a relatively backward race in Azeroth, as barbaric and ignorant as the Kobolds and Murlocs.
Surprisingly, the Troggs once established a great civilization. The architecture of Rag City is predominantly red, blending styles from multiple ethnic groups, including the refinement of the Night Elf race, the grandeur of human cities, and the ruggedness of the Tauren architecture.
Robbie finally understood why Orgrimmar could be built in less than a year.
The construction of Orgrimmar likely involved the assistance of Legion Engineers. A small portion of the building materials came from the structures atop the eleven-headed Pandaren Divine Turtles, while the majority originated from the magnificent Rag City.
The story of Orgrimmar is about tearing down a city and rebuilding it.
It's a pity that this beautiful city is about to become history under the iron hooves of the Orcs.
Emperor Lagrange recognized the threat posed by the Orcs and built several fortifications along the coastline of Rag City, as well as a strong fortress on a nearby mountain, forming a defensive triangle with Rag City.
Robbie had scouted the Troggs's camp in a heavily fortified city. Although the Troggs were physically inferior, a hundred Troggs couldn't defeat a single Orcs.
But Emperor Lagrange was a formidable tyrant. He trained a powerful army of Troggs and equipped each soldier with a musket, supplemented by Humans mortars, using firepower to compensate for the Troggs limitations.
In addition, Robbie discovered something unusual. After examining the training of the Troggs army, Robbie was surprised to find that they were using Volley Fire Tactics.
The Volley Fire Tactics, often jokingly referred to as "shooting in a line," was the very tactic that enabled the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets to achieve its glory.
How is that possible?
Robbie was somewhat bewildered, unable to believe that Troggs could create such ingenious tactics.