Unbeknownst to Haramad, after Robbie knocked him unconscious, Robbie threw him into a nearby trash can, immediately used the Shifter's Signet to transform into Haramad's appearance, entered the heavily guarded Haramad's private warehouse, and destroyed the core components.
The process was completed extremely quickly, taking only a dozen seconds.
The core components of the Fel Reaver production line are all nanoscale. Robbie used magic to destroy the fine internal structure, which is not visible from the outside.
Haramad hadn't anticipated that the enemy was targeting core components, so he instinctively overlooked this timeframe.
The Burning Legion took this kidnapping incident very seriously. They first tried to explain to Haramad that the great Savior Thrall was merciful and kind, and would never have committed such a despicable kidnapping; someone must have framed him.
Haramad scoffed at this, but the Consortium had its own intelligence agency and soon found out that Thrall was taking a secret medicine called "Schisandra" as a tonic. Haramad was so angry that his bandages almost fell off, and from then on, he disappeared without a trace.
The Burning Legion took necessary measures to prevent any unforeseen circumstances. General Kazzak led his Legion into the Blasted Lands to Guards the Dark Portal and protect the Fel Reaver production line as it Dark Portal.
All of Azeroth was focused on the Dark Portal, and even the Night Elf race noticed something amiss.
Meanwhile, the humans of Theramore, the Orcs of Orgrimmar, Tauren of Thunder Bluff all mobilized, sending their armies to the coastline of Kalimdor, ready to defend against the Scourge's attack.
On a pitch-black night, huge, long crates passed through the Dark Portal. Under the tight protection of the Burning Legion, the production line of the Fel Reaver, loaded into the containers, was safely transported to Theramore.
After all the containers were delivered to the secret base in Dustwallow Marsh, Archimonde's tense face finally relaxed. He then discovered a problem: in order to protect the precious Fel Reaver production line, the Legion had sent too many soldiers, and Dalaran's forces were severely insufficient.
If the Scourge seizes the opportunity to attack, it's still not too late. Through the Legion's Portals, Legion soldiers from all over can quickly return to Dalaran, but he must first protect the equipment.
Archimonde immediately thought of Thrall, after all, he was the one who could save Azeroth.
Just as Archimonde had predicted, while the equipment in Dustwallow Marsh was still being installed, the Scourge launched a massive attack on Dalaran, with countless Scourge soldiers besieging it from all sides.
Arthas rode Invincible, wielding Frostmourne, and personally commanded the battle. The Scourge soldiers of today are completely different from those of the past. After several generations of updates, the Scourge soldiers are much stronger than before, and their casualty ratio against the Burning Legion can be controlled at ten to one. For every ten Scourge soldiers sacrificed, one Burning Legion soldier can be wiped out.
The Scourge is virtually inexhaustible; the Burning Legion is destined to be defeated.
Archimonde stood high above Dalaran, holding up his enormous Legion telescope, carefully observing Arthas.
"Courage, determination, and conviction— Arthas is indeed a rare genius." The proud Archimonde rarely praised anyone, then shook his head. "It wasn't him."
Mannoroth didn't understand, and shook him, saying, "My lord, what do you mean it's not him?"
"Since the Legion entered this world, many things have happened. An unseen hand is manipulating everything. Arthas is a formidable opponent, but he didn't do it all; someone else did."
Mannoroth was somewhat confused, recalling Illidan, who had forced him to use the Broken Tooth Escape.
"The Burning Legion is preparing to retreat. We're heading to Dustwallow Marsh. Once we get what we need at Mount Hyjal Scourge, the Scourge is doomed. Open the Legion Portal and let those cannon fodder buy us some time."
Archimonde grinned menacingly and coldly gave the order.
Four massive Legion Portals appeared around Dalaran, and countless Tauren, Pandaren, and Trolls emerged from Portal, looking around blankly. They were mostly unarmed and without armor.
All around them, the Scourge was ready to launch a full-scale attack.
Arthas had already raised Frostmourne high, but upon seeing this, he hesitated, unsure whether to bring it down.
Right in the middle of this group of cannon fodder, a Pandaren leaped onto the high platform. It was Chen Stormstout, who shouted loudly:
"Fellow citizens of Azeroth, dear Tauren, Pandaren, and Trolls, Azeroth now faces a life-or-death crisis. The great Orcs have shed their last drop of blood for this world. The Evil Scourge is about to destroy Azeroth, and behind you lies the Burning Legion, coming to our rescue."
"The Burning Legion is in peril, and Lord Archimonde needs a strategic retreat. To save Azeroth, you must sacrifice your lives, use your flesh and blood to halt the Scourge's advance. Let us fight for Azeroth, for the Burning Legion's ultimate victory, and build a formidable bulwark to protect Azeroth with our blood and flesh. We are invincible, and the Scourge will surely be defeated."
Most Tauren, Pandaren, and Trolls have a basic sense of right and wrong.
Whether the Scourge is good or bad is hard to discern, but the Burning Legion is undoubtedly Evil —this is an indisputable axiom. Hearing Chen Stormstout say this, everyone showed expressions of doubt.
Unfortunately, all living beings have a herd mentality.
From within the army, dozens of roars suddenly erupted. "Fight for Azeroth!"
The roars grew louder and louder, eventually coalescing into a torrent, with all the soldiers shouting along.
"Fight for the great Archimonde!" Dozens of voices roared in unison.
The sound grew louder and louder, like a flood bursting its banks, until finally all the soldiers were shouting Lord Archimonde's name, most of them completely unaware of what was happening.
"For the great Burning Legion, charge!" Chen Stormstout raised his fist and shouted.
The Tauren, Pandaren, and Trolls were all fired up and charged recklessly into the Scourge.
Arthas was stunned; in that brief moment, their sense of right and wrong had completely changed.
Kel'Thuzad approached and whispered, "Prince, give the order. A bunch of fools, beyond redemption."
"No! The Scourge must retreat!" Sylvanas jumped out, her almond-shaped eyes wide, and shouted, "They are all innocent civilians, temporarily deceived. We, the Scourge, must uphold justice!"
Arthas, who had already made up his mind, hesitated again.
Before Sylvanas could say anything more, she was suddenly lifted into the air. Robbie grabbed her by the back of the neck, lifted her up, and threw her aside. An Arcane energy bound her tightly, rendering her unable to make a sound.
"Arthas, you can give the following commands now." Robbie glanced at Sylvanas:
"The Windrunner family has fought the Trolls for centuries, killing more Troll civilians than we've ever seen. How could we possibly have any Mercy? This woman is ambitious; she's just trying to undermine your confidence."
Arthas gritted his teeth and Frostmourne sharply.
The Scourge has begun its attack.