The Queen of Zandalar committed suicide; her sharp fangs pierced her chest, suggesting that she did not hesitate at all before taking her own life.
Vol'jin was overwhelmed with thoughts, his heart surging with waves of emotion. The glory, dignity, and legacy of the ancient Troll, the future of the Trolls —all these things filled Vol'jin's mind.
He wept silently, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye.
"I am destined to be the Warchief, and I cannot grieve or weep," Vol'jin warned himself. He had to deal with the matter at hand; if the Emissary did not see the Queen of Zandalar, he would surely leave in a huff.
The Emissary was human, and he couldn't appreciate the beauty of Trolls. In human eyes, all female Trolls looked the same. Vol'jin immediately thought of a solution: all he needed to do was find a female Troll to replace her.
Who can replace the stunningly beautiful Queen of Zandalar? Other female Trolls may impersonate her, but who can take her place in Vol'jin's heart?
Vol'jin hurriedly ran to the Darkspear Tribe's camp and selected a strong female Troll.
This Troll was originally an adventurer with experience working at the Darkmoon Faire, so performing was definitely not a problem. Vol'jin hurriedly ordered his men to help her change into a gorgeous outfit and apply heavy makeup.
With preparations nearly complete, Vol'jin calmed his grief, forced a smile, and, holding the fake queen's hand, headed towards the Feast prepared for the Emissary. Thrall, initially angered by the delay, understood something upon seeing Thrall unfamiliar Troll woman.
The Troll woman's performance was quite good. The Emissary's aim was to humiliate the Zandalari Empire, but he didn't do anything excessive. The negotiations went very smoothly, and both sides were pleased. The Emissary messenger then spoke with measured intonation:
"The Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth, and the Elune is absolutely certain of this. The Night Elf race firmly believe this. Although we don't know what will happen after the Orcs and Night Elves cooperate, I believe it must be the will of the Elune. We only need to obey the divine decree."
Thrall understood the implication in the Emissary's words: the Elune was trying her best to facilitate cooperation between the Night Elves and the Orcs, which had caused some discontent within the Night Elf race, but that didn't matter.
Once the cooperation is reached, Thrall will have room to maneuver.
Besides uniting the Orcs, the Emissary also spoke of Jaina of Theramore, mobilizing all forces to resist the Burning Legion, and on the surface, things seemed to be moving in a positive direction.
The grand banquet was drawing to a close, signifying that the cooperation between the Night Elf race and the Orcs was about to be finalized.
At this crucial moment, an Orcs scout rushed into the banquet hall, panting, and disregarding the lively festivities, loudly reported to Thrall:
"My Savior, disaster has struck! The Burning Legion has been defeated, and Lord Archimonde is preparing to withdraw from Azeroth."
"What did you say?"
The Emissary and Thrall stood up together, their expressions changing drastically. Thrall took a few quick steps, grabbed the Orcs, and asked fiercely, "Say that again."
The scout was terrified and answered nervously:
"At Mount Hyjal, the Night Elves launched a surprise attack on the Burning Legion's camp. Thousands of Ancient of War attacked simultaneously, aided by the Firelord. Countless Molten Giants sprang from the ground, destroying the Burning Legion's camp and Legion heavy casualties."
"That's impossible!" Thrall roared, his jaws widening as if he wanted to devour the scout. "You're lying to me! The Legion's camp is protected by Magic Shield. How could the Night Elves possibly break through it?"
The scout was stunned for a long time. Information from the front lines was limited, so he could only shake his head and say, "I don't know."
"Damn it, you incompetent piece of trash!" Enraged, Thrall bit through the Thrall's neck, tossed the corpse aside, and said worriedly:
"The Legion has been defeated? How can this be? How could the Burning Legion be defeated? I don't believe it's true."
The Emissary had calmed down by now, and he also felt that the Legion's defeat was impossible.
Why would the Moon Goddess facilitate the cooperation between the Night Elves and the Orcs? The Emissary presumptuously speculated on the Moon Goddess's thoughts, believing that the Burning Legion's power was vast, and that only a small portion had entered the Azeroth.
Even if Archimonde's army is wiped out, there will still be endless invasions from the Legion. It would be better to unite with the Orcs and leave room for negotiation with the Legion.
Now that the Invincible Burning Legion has been defeated, there is no point in cooperating with the Orcs.
A grand banquet ended in discord, and the cooperation between the Night Elves and Orcs suffered another setback.
The Emissary rushed back to Darnassus, Thrall anxiously waited in Orgrimmar for new information.
Soon, the latest battle reports from the front lines arrived, containing both good and bad news.
The good news is that the Burning Legion was not completely defeated. Although the Magic Shield was unexpectedly destroyed, the Legion still demonstrated good combat discipline and retreated in an orderly manner, with Archimonde personally covering their retreat.
The bad news is that the Legion suffered heavy losses in this battle, with only about 30,000 Legion remaining. They now face millions of Night Elf race on Mount Hyjal, as well as countless Ancient of War. Archimonde is already considering retreating.
"The war began at noon, a time when the Night Elf race should be resting."
Vol'jin carefully analyzed the battle report, looking utterly bewildered.
"The Burning Legion's base is protected by Magic Shield. The Night Elves rejected magic ten thousand years ago and should not have been able to break through the Legion's shield. Not to mention the Night Elf race, even the most skilled mages in Azeroth are powerless against the Legion's shield. Therefore, even Archimonde did not expect the Night Elves to launch an attack."
The Magic Shield is one of the Burning Legion's most powerful weapons, ensuring their bases are always safe from surprise attacks, leaving enemies with no choice but to passively endure the onslaught.
"What's even more interesting is that this sneak attack wasn't planned by the Night Elf leaders. Malfurion and Tyrande were completely unaware of it. It was merely a spontaneous organization by a few hundred low-ranking officers. It's truly unbelievable that anyone in Azeroth could unite them and organize this attack. Of course, the Firelord's cooperation also played a role."
Ragnaros, the Firelord, is arguably one of the oldest beings in the world. The Old Gods and Titans have both defeated him, but none have been able to completely destroy him.
This ancient Elemental maintains the balance of the elements in Azeroth, and its power is unfathomable.
After hearing the latest battle report, Thrall squinted, unsure of what to say.
Not long after, intelligence arrived from within the Night Elf race. Vol'jin was stunned upon reading it, and after a long pause, he said, "We have received definitive news. The Emissary has returned to Darnassus and ascertained the truth: the one who organized this attack was an imposter impersonating the Moon Goddess Emissary!"
Thrall covered his head. He didn't believe in the so-called fake Emissary. This involved the internal struggles of the Moon Goddess, Thrall felt that this matter was beyond his scope of duty, so he simply ignored it.
"The Moon Goddess's Emissary has the ability to break through the Legion's Magic Shield."
Thrall shrugged, seemingly indifferent. "What does this have to do with us? Let Archimonde worry about it. And Elune —Emissary isn't a false messenger of a deity blasphemy? Right now, the only thing I care about is Vol'jin. How did the Queen of Zandalar die?"