To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, Robbie only appeared to meet Kael'thas and Vashj after the monsters had led their army away.
Upon seeing Robbie, Kael'thas's despair vanished, and he immediately felt he had found a pillar of support, revealing his usual confident demeanor.
"Vashj, this is Robbie Capor. As I told you, I'm very close to Arthas and Robbie, my good friend. You must have brought good news."
Vashj merely nodded slightly, her beautiful face revealing no emotion; clearly, she too harbored deep suspicion towards the Scourge.
But what's even stranger is that Vashj felt a warm familiarity with Robbie, which reminded her of some kind of Charm Magic and made her even more wary.
Robbie simply smiled faintly, gestured for the two to sit down, and said:
"Illidan was so eager to attack the Black Temple because he had conspired with Kil'jaeden. He needed to coordinate with the Burning Legion to march into Northrend and attack the Scourge."
Kael'thas turned pale upon hearing this and hurriedly explained, "Oh my god, so that's how it is! I didn't know Illidan's purpose, otherwise I would never have helped him."
Robbie waved his hand confidently and said, "Illidan doesn't know anything about the Scourge. He poses no threat to us. You don't need to worry. I'm here to discuss a deal with you."
"A deal?" Vashj immediately looked cautious.
Robbie explained, "The Scourge secretly provides us with armor, weapons, rations, and all other logistical supplies. If necessary, they can even send soldiers, as long as Illidan doesn't find out. In return, you need to help us collect some items."
"What items in Outland could interest the Scourge? Corpses?" Vashj interjected, thinking Kael'thas was too naive and easily deceived.
"To you, they're all useless trash."
Robbie pulled out a map of Outland: "Our first target is Zangarmarsh. When Ner'zhul caused the Cataclysm, a Burning Legion Star Destroyer crashed into Coilfang Lake. The Scourge needs the wreckage of that star destroyer, the more the better."
Vashj looked at Robbie with some curiosity. The Azeroth was full of mysterious things, such as the ruins of the Old Gods' Black Empire and various powerful Titan-forged.
However, the people of Azeroth rarely used this as a reference to improve the magical level of their world. At present, the productivity level of Azeroth is still at the stage of simple manual labor.
It's not that I don't want to do it, it's that I really can't.
"The Scourge possesses this technology; no wonder they're not worried about Illidan's attack."
Vashj felt a little uneasy, realizing that this was an even more dangerous force.
Unfortunately, she had long forgotten that the Highborne were already capable of building starships ten thousand years ago.
"No problem!" Kael'thas readily agreed.
Robbie glanced at the silent Vashj, pointed to the map of Outland, and said:
"The second target is the Netherstorm. There are several Naaru ships here. More than one Naaru ship has crashed in the Netherstorm, and we need the wreckage of these ships."
Carl gazed at the location of the ships and asked excitedly, "Why don't we capture these ships? If the Orcs can do it, so can we Blood Elves!"
Robbie shook his head and said, "Offending Naaru is not a good thing."
Kael'thas remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.
Robbie, aware of what had happened, remained silent for a moment before saying, "I will help your people arrange an escape route. If Illidan requests to join the attack on Northrend, you might as well agree. I have arrangements in place to ensure the safety of your people."
The monster led the Fel Orcs Legion on its way, capturing all the Orcs villages it passed through. The old, weak, women and children were killed to serve as food, while the able-bodied were forcibly infused with Fel. Wherever the Fel Orcs Legion went, there was only endless death and scorched earth.
This is why the Fel Orcs Legion grew so large, like a snowball rolling downhill.
Near Shadowmoon Valley, the Fel Orcs Legion destroyed a corrupted Orcs Camp. It was there that the monster encountered Akama, the Draenei Broken who had been abandoned by the Holy Light, and Akama immediately swore allegiance to the monster.
"The Holy Light has heard my prayers, Draenei have welcomed their Savior. Lord Illidan, I am willing to follow the guidance of the Holy Light and help you drive out the Burning Legion."
The monster's eyes darted around, looking distrustfully at the Draenei twisted by the poison. "Broken, I see the treachery in your heart. The Holy Light has long since departed from you; you cannot receive any prophecy. My Legion is far too powerful; it has no need of your help."
Akama immediately stepped forward and said loudly, "Lord Illidan, no one hates the Burning Legion more than I do, and no one knows the Black Temple better than I do. The corrupted Black Temple was once a holy site for the Draenei; I know it very well."
The monster hesitated for a long time, then, confident that it could control Akama, said grimly, "Broken, I'm willing to give you a chance. My Fel Orcs Legion has all accepted Fel energy. I wonder what choice you will make?"
Akama didn't hesitate at all. "The Holy Light has left me, and I am willing to accept the blessings of Fel. On the day the Karabor Temple fell, I swore that I would pay any price to defeat the Burning Legion."
"Very well, Broken, I see your resolve."
The monster raised its right hand and personally infused Akama with Fel. The powerful Fel energy entered his body, and Akama felt not pain, but rather exhilaration. His twisted body gradually returned to normal, becoming even taller and more imposing.
The monster chuckled, "Twenty-five thousand years ago, the Draenei obtained Fel. Only Velen led a portion of his people to escape. Do you know what a powerful force you rejected? Akama, do you understand now? Velen deceived you."
"A real power was flowing through her body; she was so powerful, why?"
Akama gazed at his metallic skin, feeling the powerful energy within him. Far from corrupting him, the Fel had only made his consciousness clearer.
The monster explained in a mocking tone:
"Don't you understand? Only inferior races like Orcs are harmed by Fel energy. Sargeras's choice of the Draenei was not without reason. You are not the most outstanding race among the candidates, but you are the race most compatible with Fel. Accepting Fel is your Destiny."
Akama sat on the ground, his mind now clearer, which made him realize how foolish the Draenei had been to suffer for the past 25,000 years.
"Why, why did Velen deceive us?" Akama asked in anguish.
"Admit it, Akama, the Holy Light is not in harmony with you. Draenei receive the Holy Light are weaker than low-ranking Orcs. Want to know why? Perhaps you can ask Velen yourself."
The monster patted Akama on the shoulder. "I see the stubbornness and doubt in your heart, stemming from Velen's years of teaching. What will it grow into? That will be true depravity. Power itself is not wrong; what is wrong is the cunning of the human heart."
In the Black Temple, Magtheridon activated the Legion Communicator to receive orders from Kil'jaeden:
"Magtheridon, I command you to relinquish the Black Temple and hand it over to Illidan. I know you will not accept this, but I grant you permission to fight. Fight with all your might and let Illidan prove his strength."