Dustwallow Marsh.
A low, gloomy mist hung over the Dustwallow Marsh. Amidst the decaying branches and fallen leaves, a ferocious Swamp Crocolisk emerged from the sewage, warily surveying its surroundings before disappearing motionless into the weeds.
With no blind spots, the crocodiles hidden in the swamp were watching every move.
The Burning Legion is incredibly cunning; they've modified Swamp Crocolisk to Sentinels for the Legion.
The Burning Legion's secret base was built deep underground, its entrance hidden in a mist-shrouded Valley. Robbie tracked the Mo'arg Engineer and found it, carefully observing the camp under construction.
A huge cavern has been dug out underground, and countless Legion Engineers are working methodically. The main equipment has not yet been delivered, and the place is still empty, with only the Legion Forge in operation.
Unfortunately, there were no Ethereal creatures from the Consortium inside the secret base, nor any valuable clues, which left Robbie somewhat disappointed.
Theramore is Jaina's territory. Although the leaders of all races in Azeroth are aware that Jaina's relationship with the Orcs is not ordinary, she is nominally a member of the human race.
The Legion base was built in the Dustwallow Marsh, which provided better cover.
Furthermore, the Ethereal would need the cooperation of Mages to transport the massive Fel Reaver production line to Azeroth. Jaina and Aegwynn, who are both highly skilled Archmages, would be of great help in crucial moments.
However, finding the Consortium was what gave Robbie a headache.
Perhaps we can find clues from Jaina and Aegwynn.
Robbie used the Eye of C'Thun to carefully scout Theramore, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find a single Ethereal.
The Consortium is very well hidden.
Robbie makes an unexpected discovery: on a beach near Theramore, the Savior Thrall is enjoying a leisurely vacation with Agna, basking in the warm sea breeze and gentle sunshine.
Eitrigg presented Thrall with the secret medicine Schisandra, and while Thrall ate it, he chatted with Agna about the Orcs' ideals.
Unfortunately, the richest Orcs Doras, was also vacationing on a nearby beach with Garrosh. Although the straight-line distance between them was less than 20 kilometers, neither knew of the other's existence.
Inside the scalding hot cauldron, five Goblins wailed in agony. Their screams were extremely pleasing to Thrall's ears. Standing beside them was Gallywix, the newly hired financial steward. He had an unremovable bomb implanted in the back of his head, and the remote control was in Thrall's hands, which earned him Thrall's trust.
"Gallywix," Thrall, reclining on the bench, ordered, squinting.
Gallywix quickly scooped off a piece of Goblin meat had been cooked until it was mushy, dipped it in sauce, and fed it to Thrall.
Thrall swallowed the Goblin meat with satisfaction and said, "Gallywix, Marty heard you became the new Trade Prince and he's seething with hatred. You've really offended him. Only with me can you find protection."
Gallywix hurriedly knelt on the ground. "Great Savior Thrall, I will never forget your kindness."
"That's right, Gallywix. As Goblin, you must first learn to be grateful," Thrall said earnestly, while Agna, standing beside him Thrall, offered him a peeled orange.
Thrall ate a few segments of orange, then shook his head vigorously. "This Schisandra chinensis remedy is quite good. I feel a surge of warmth flowing through my body. Eitrigg, you should prepare more of this medicine in the future. Gallywix, you must try your best to have more children. Azeroth awaits your salvation."
Gallywix stood respectfully to the side, repeatedly agreeing.
A crab the size of a washbasin crawled out of the fine sand, startling Agna into screaming.
Thrall laughed heartily, "Agna, there's nothing to worry about. This place is heavily guarded, and my trusted men are everywhere. Not even a mosquito can get in."
Agna patted her chest in relief and continued preparing fruit for Thrall.
With a "whoosh" sound!
A sharp claw pierced through the bench and emerged from Thrall's chest.
Agna was stunned with fear. Before she could even scream, several streaks of blood flashed by, and Thrall was brutally dismembered. Suddenly, a huge black cheetah appeared and began to devour Thrall's internal organs.
Thrall spat out a Teleportation Rune with difficulty, and his head vanished instantly.
"My beloved son, your father has finally avenged you." The black panther spoke in human language, glanced at the stunned Agna, and quickly disappeared. Only then did Thrall's guards arrive.
This cheetah was none other than Fandral Staghelm, who successfully ambushed Thrall. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Thrall was protected by the Burning Legion, and that as long as his soul remained, he could have his body reconstructed within the Legion's forge.
Gallywix stared blankly at all of this, and only then did he realize that Thrall was not safe at all.
That's interesting. Robbie witnessed the sneak attack. Although it was just a small prelude, if used properly, it could serve to alert the enemy.
Getting into the heavily guarded Legion base is no easy feat, but there is one person who can do it.
Garrosh was also under the protection of the Legion.
The beaches where Garrosh and Doras were vacationing were heavily guarded, but that didn't stop Robbie.
Robbie appeared before the two in the form of Night Elf, took a bottle of red wine, and leisurely sipped it.
Doras, a man of some experience, knew the newcomer meant trouble and stopped Garrosh from throwing a punch.
"Honorable guest, how may I help you?" Doras asked politely.
Robbie ignored Doras and just looked at Garrosh: "Just now, on a beach not far from here, Thrall was ambushed by Fandral Staghelm, and only his head escaped."
Garrosh grinned. "Foolish Fandral Staghelm, he should have crushed Thrall's head. Of course, that wouldn't have stopped Thrall's resurrection, but he would have forgotten a lot."
Robbie gazed silently at Garrosh: "Don't you want Thrall to disappear forever?"
"Of course I want to." Garrosh looked at Robbie strangely and asked, "Do you have a way to help me?"
"Thrall is at his weakest when the Legion Forge is being repaired. I have a way to dissipate his soul, but someone needs to enter the Legion Forge," Robbie shrugged. "I need a fearless warrior."
Garrosh remained silent for a long while, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Haha, stranger, you want to use me? If I agree, Archimonde won't let me go. Although I want Thrall dead, I won't give up my own life."
Robbie shrugged. "Then there's nothing I can do. Although my method is foolproof, it also carries some risks. Archimonde may not find any evidence, but he will definitely suspect you. It seems I misjudged you, Garrosh. You are not a true warrior."
Garrosh said nonchalantly, "I still have a long life ahead of me, and I don't want to die in vain. As long as I live, I have a chance to kill Thrall and avenge the Warsong Clan."
"Alright, our conversation is over!" Robbie stood up to leave, then suddenly said, "Garrosh, don't you want to know who Thrall is vacationing with?"
Who is it?
"Agna," Robbie replied.
Garrosh gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and snapped, "Tell me quickly, how am I supposed to cooperate with you!"