The five powerful blue mages, even in human form, would be among the top-tier mages in Azeroth.
This is not a kill that a mere few dozen Orcs or Goblins could accomplish.
It's important to know that it only takes a moment to revert from human form to dragon form.
Moreover, dragons can fly. These enormous creatures have thick scales, and even if they remain motionless and are left to be slaughtered, it still takes quite a while to kill them.
Unfortunately, Kalecgos, the Aspect of the Blue investigating this murder, was a complete weakling, a disgrace to the Dragonkin race. As a dragon, and the king of the Blue Dragonflight at that, he was easily driven back by a Dwarf musketeer, and one couldn't expect him to be particularly intelligent.
As a result, the murder was left unsolved, with only suspicion that the Horde was responsible.
The fact that he could instantly kill five Blue Dragonflight before they could transform, along with the residual Demons magic and Arcane energy at the scene, is already sufficient evidence.
Robbie's heart sank. He exchanged a glance with Vanessa, and in Vanessa's clear eyes, Robbie saw encouragement and confidence, as well as a persistent pursuit of power.
Killing five Blue Dragonflight, stealing the Focusing Iris, handing it over to the Horde, and then blowing up Theramore —there's no need to hide it. Anyone with a discerning eye can see who the culprit is.
At this moment, Robbie finally understood why Vanessa was so eager to obtain the power of the Dark Star. Such a terrifying power hanging over their heads, and on the side of the Horde, was a huge hidden danger.
Noticing Robbie's deeply furrowed brow, seemingly fearful, Grandaris immediately seized the opportunity and quickly added:
"Since Deathwing fell and the Dragon Aspects power, the Dragonflights has become nothing more than kittens and puppies to be manipulated at will. If they misbehave, they're all killed and eaten. Now you know how deep the water is here, right? If you do, you'd better let me go."
"Grandaris." Robbie glanced around the silent forest and lowered his voice, "Do you know what my profession is?"
The Juxiong blinked, staring intently at Robbie: "What's your profession?"
Actually, I am a wizard.
"Wizard? What kind of profession is that?"
Grandaris didn't understand and looked puzzled.
"The Wizard class was added after version 0, and only humans can be qualified for it."
Robbie said in a serious tone, taking out a scarecrow that was over a foot tall, and then taking out a talisman and sticking it on the scarecrow.
"Now I'll let you experience just how terrifying the wizard profession can be. I hope you won't scream too loudly, Little Bear."
"What? You called me Little Bear?"
Grandaris noticed that the talisman had his name written on it, and a sense of foreboding rose from the bottom of his heart.
"The wizard's power is mainly curses, but unlike the Warlock's curses, these curses originate from mysterious, unknown forces. Try the taste of the Pain Link." Robbie sneered maliciously, took out a needle, and stabbed it hard into the scarecrow's left arm.
Grandaris immediately felt a sharp pain in his left arm.
"How does it feel, little bear? The torture has only just begun."
Robbie licked his lips, a hint of madness in his eyes, like an executioner enjoying slaughter. "The power of the curse has made you one with this scarecrow. To harm the scarecrow is to harm you, no matter where you run to."
Robbie then pierced the scarecrow's chest with the needle.
Grandaris felt another sharp pain in his chest, and fear flashed in his bear-like eyes.
The Juxiong was covered in sweat and trembling with fear, not because the pain was unbearable, but because of the terror of the unknown force.
Grandaris was unaware that this was merely a simple application of Holy Light Burst; the Juxiong had thick hide and incredible regenerative abilities, so this damage was nothing to him.
Seeing Robbie aim his spear between the scarecrow's legs, the Juxiong quickly clenched his legs and pleaded:
"Stop, stop, stop! Don't do it again, Wizard! I'm scared!"
"If you're scared, cooperate with us, little bear. Come here, let me pat your head." Robbie had to stand on tiptoe on the rock to reach the Juxiong's head, and that was with the Juxiong sitting on the ground.
Shadowmoon Valley, Moonwillow Vale.
This place is said to be a sacred site for the Draenei and the Prophet Velen's favorite meditation spot. He sought Holy Light here more than once, guiding the Draenei toward the future.
As dusk settled and the rising sun greeted them, Robbie accompanied Yrel to Moonwillow Vale.
Here, in a secluded place, stands a charming little thatched cottage.
The stream flowed gently as the Prophet Velen ended his meditation, took several hundred vials of Insight Potion from Yrel, and gazed into the distance.
Looking at the Prophet's deep wrinkles, Robbie finally couldn't help but ask:
"Prophet lord, if the prophecy contains only despair, what will you do?"
Velen opened his eyes, his gaze shining with wisdom. "Not all wanderers have lost themselves. Throughout countless years, the Holy Light has guided the Draenei through one calamity after another. I believe the current difficulties are only temporary, and the Holy Light will not abandon us."
Okay, I hope so.
Robbie had nothing to say and could only stand aside with Yrel.
Velen Anjing closed his eyes, enjoying this brief moment of leisure; he was in no hurry to take the Insight Potion.
Robbie knew that Velen was waiting for someone.
The Legendary fiftieth of the Dark Portal, a figure foretold by the Prophet Velen.
After a long while, a figure walked over from a distance. It was a man completely wrapped in a black robe, and judging from his figure, he was human.
"This place is so crooked and winding, it's really hard to find."
A familiar voice came, and the man unbuttoned his robe, revealing a young face.
Upon seeing the person's face clearly, Robbie's expression changed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
How could it be Rehoboam, the son of Mayor Solomon Luobo'an?
Yrel's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "It's you! You little thief who cheated on quests!"
"Hey, don't be so surprised." The man winked at Yrel, then turned to Robbie: "I think I owe you a hundred gold coins. Now, we're even."
A bag of gold coins was placed in Robbie's hand. Robbie gripped the bag and stared intently at the man, noticing a fleeting, eerie red light in his pupils.
"You are not Luobo'an," Robbie said with certainty.
The man's expression was relaxed, as if he had expected this, and he gave a strange smile, "How did you figure that out?"
"I grew up with Luobo'an and know his personality very well," Robbie raised his voice, emphasizing his tone, "Luobo'an has a habit: he never pays back his money."
"Haha, really?"
The man chuckled, "I'm only temporarily borrowing his body; I call it possession. Don't worry, he'll wake up after I leave, like it was all a dream, completely unharmed. I'm quite interested in the Prophet Velen's prophecy."
Moonwillow Vale, across the stream, is a natural haven formed by dense grass.
Archdruid Grandaris reverted to his human form, fiddling with a strange sphere. Red and black lines writhed on the surface of the sphere, like countless earthworms.
"Shanmiusen, this is the Nightmare's Heart." Grandaris calmly looked at the human man beside him. "Just tell me what kind of dream you want to give Velen."
Major Shanmiusen was fully armed, with a longsword at his waist, and his gaze was cold.
"There are only two conditions: first, cooperate with the Horde and defeat the Iron Horde; second, maintain a close and harmonious relationship with the Horde. Grandaris, don't try any tricks. See that young man? He's one of ours. He'll be entering the dream world with Velen."
"Don't worry," Grandaris smiled.
"In my dreams, I will make Velen and the Horde feel like one big family."