To avoid punishment for his negligence, Vol'jin hastily defended himself, saying, "The Queen of Zandalar committed suicide. She had planned it all along; she was determined to die as soon as she left the Zandalari Empire."
Thrall glanced at Vol'jin and said viciously, "The Queen of Zandalar dares to try to destroy Azeroth; her crimes are unforgivable."
Rokhan couldn't bear to listen any longer. A beautiful yet pitiful woman, forced to commit suicide for the sake of her dignity, how could she possibly destroy Azeroth? Yet, not daring to offend Thrall, he could only speak tactfully:
"The person is already dead, so let's not pursue the matter further. The Queen was a pitiful woman."
Rokhan couldn't help but sigh, lamenting the passing of such a beautiful life.
Thrall glared angrily and roared furiously:
"Everything we Orcs have achieved today is through brutality, bloodshed, shamelessness, and betrayal. Now, the Queen of Zandalar has challenged the Orcs' bottom line. She has set a terrible example. If the other races of Azeroth follow her example, how can we Orcs stand? What right does Azeroth have to exist without the Orcs? We must never forgive her."
Rokhan stared blankly at Thrall, forced to admit that Thrall's words made perfect sense, but he was still puzzled. "The Queen is dead, so how can we punish her?"
"The body may die, but the soul remains." Thrall gave a sinister, cold laugh.
"Her soul has only two destinations: the Legion Forge or some Loa. I will send someone to the Legion Forge. As for the Loa, Vol'jin, I'll have to trouble your servant Bwonsamdi to find out where the Queen is. You must retrieve her soul and then torture her mercilessly, ensuring she never finds peace. I want all living beings in Azeroth to understand that without my permission, suicide is a crime that destroys Azeroth."
Vol'jin felt a chill run down his spine, his soul unable to find peace. How terrifyingly cruel this was! He dared not speak to the Queen directly, and could only hint indirectly, "If word gets out and the Emissary finds out, things might not go well."
Thrall's tone was cold and ruthless:
"Our cooperation with the Night Elves can be put on hold, but the Orcs rules cannot be broken; they are the foundation of the Orcs' existence. Tormenting her soul is not enough to vent my anger; I must also ruin her reputation, letting everyone know that the Queen of Zandalar is a wicked woman who doesn't follow the rules."
Thrall glared fiercely at Rokhan, his menacing expression revealing his true colors. Rokhan was so frightened that his heart nearly stopped beating.
"Foolish Rokhan, find a girl among your Bastard Son and claim she's the daughter of the Queen of Zandalar. Hmph, absolutely no boy. Girls are easier to control; she'll inherit the throne of the Zandalari Empire."
Vol'jin and Rokhan then realized that Thrall's ambitions were far-reaching; he had even set his sights on the Zandalari Empire.
There is never love without a reason. If it weren't for Thrall's foresight and the foreshadowing he secretly laid, how could the self-important Zandalari Empire have willingly submitted to the Horde?
Rokhan didn't want to be cruel to a beautiful woman and wanted to refuse, but he was afraid of Thrall's authority, so he could only make excuses, saying, "But my daughters are already quite grown up, and they don't look like the Zandalari Trolls."
Thrall stared wide-eyed at Rokhan:
"Rokhan, you can't refuse this gift. Age is a miracle created by magic, and as for changing your appearance, the Legion's technicians can perform plastic surgery. This is not something you should worry about."
Rokhan a lump in his throat, worried about the Destiny of the woman he loved most. Faced with Thrall's threat, he had no choice but to agree.
Thrall ordered his men to find the corpse of the Zandalar Queen, skin her, Eviscerate her bones, boil her into a pot of rotten flesh, and feed it to the lowest of the Orcs.
It's actually quite easy to ruin someone's reputation. Just deliberately create rumors, fabricate uncertain, sensational, and bizarre stories, and give the spreaders room to use their imagination and creativity to embellish them. Rumors and gossip will eventually turn into cruel slander.
Eitrigg was adept at creating such rumors. He fabricated a series of stories, such as the Zandalar Queen seducing Rokhan with tender affection, then luring Vol'jin into her room late at night, and then having a daughter with Rokhan. He also claimed that this daughter was actually a descendant of King Rastakhan, and that the Queen was already pregnant with Yunyun.
The essence of rumors is uncertainty; the best effect is achieved when there are many conflicting opinions.
The story also includes Thrall, the Savior Thrall, unable to bear the sight of this immoral woman, boiled and ate her. Eitrigg, in Thrall's voice, wrote a poem praising the queen's deliciousness.
Soon, the Zandalar Queen's reputation was completely ruined. Even the people of Zandalar were ashamed to mention her name. Her family was quickly trampled to pieces by countless "Justice" Trolls. The people of Zandalar sang praises of Thrall's greatness, thanking him for wiping away Zandalar's shame.
Not long after, bad news arrived: the queen's soul had disappeared.
Neither the Legion Forge nor the Troll Death God Bwonsamdi could find the Queen's soul, which enraged Thrall, and the sky over Orgrimmar remained overcast for several days.
Do your best and leave the rest to fate.
Robbie knew that history could not be changed, that Mount Hyjal was destined to be conquered by the Burning Legion, and that Archimonde would inevitably ascend the World Tree, but Robbie still did what he wanted to do.
After the Scourge deciphered the Burning Legion's Magic Shield structure, Robbie, in the name of the Moon Goddess Emissary, contacted a group of ambitious Night Elves through his connections in Ashenvale and, with the support of the Firelord, launched a surprise attack on the Burning Legion's camp.
The true face of the Emissary was only seen by Tyrande among the Night Elf race, and low-ranking officers were easily swayed.
The raid was highly successful, with the Burning Legion suffering heavy casualties and losing a large amount of war materials. For a short period of time, the Burning Legion was unable to launch an attack on Mount Hyjal.
It seems the Night Elf race have already won, and there's no reason for them to lose. Unfortunately, things in this world are far from that simple.
After the true Emissary returned to Darnassus, Robbie could only leave secretly.
As Robbie passed through Ashenvale, a spirit quietly followed him.
This is the soul of a Troll woman, Anjing and gracefully following behind Robbie, introducing herself as the Queen of the Zandalari Empire.
"How did you find me?" This was exactly the question Robbie was most concerned about.
The queen replied Anjing, "I serve Yuumi, the goddess of fishing. She is a mysterious Loa, as ancient as the Zandalari Empire, and very low-key, hence unknown to most. She has the adorable appearance of a cat. It was Yuumi who told me how to find you."
Yuumi, the goddess of fishing? Does such a deity exist in Zandalar?
Robbie had a vague idea of what was going on; it was probably another spy from the Cute Pet Legion.
"So, how can I help you?" Robbie asked.
The queen calmly replied, "I only wish for peace; revenge would be even better."
"Revenge? Whom do you intend to take revenge on?"
The queen pondered for a long time, then gave a bitter smile and said, "Thrall, the Emissary, or perhaps the King of Zandalar? I don't know who to seek revenge against. Well, if possible, I'd like to see King Rastakhan one last time."