To prevent getting lost again, the monster flew high into the sky to draw a map, and then personally led the way.
After traveling for several days, people were still mysteriously disappearing every night, leaving no trace, whether alive or dead. In particular, most of the Blood Elves had vanished without a trace.
On the seventh day, Kael'thas saw the familiar little hill again, with clear traces of their previous campsite. Kael'thas could no longer resist.
"Lord Illidan, Lana'thel went missing last night."
The monster frowned. "Who is Lana'thel?"
Kael'thas said with a pained expression, "Lana'thel is my Adjutant. She has fought alongside me for a long time, and no one is more loyal than her."
"I deeply regret this, but it is the price that must be paid to save Azeroth," the monster said righteously.
Kael'thas gazed at the seemingly endless Blizzard and shook his head, saying, "Lord Illidan, the Blood Elves have suffered heavy losses, and we have lost our way again. Please forgive me for not being able to join this expedition; I must lead my people away. They are the last hope of Silvermoon City."
The monster hesitated for a long time, a smirk appearing on its face as if it wanted to say something, but finally held back, waving its hand and saying:
"Alright, Kael'thas, it's not your fault. On the road to success, there will always be those who give up. You wait for my victorious return in Outland, and then we'll celebrate with drinks."
Following Vashj's Naga forces, Kael'thas led the remaining Blood Elves out of the Northern Expedition War. The monsters regrouped and continued their advance.
Upon entering Icecrown Glacier for the third time, the temperature dropped again, and the howling winds were even more terrifying than before. Many Fel Orcs froze into ice sculptures as they walked. In such harsh conditions, even the soldiers of the Burning Legion could not endure it, and Legion soldiers froze to death every night.
Upon seeing the familiar ravine for the third time, the Legion's soldiers refused to advance and protested to the monster. The monster, however, seemed unconcerned and appeared to have been prepared.
"The Scourge Army is indeed despicable. They don't display their strength directly, only using ice and snow to hinder our advance. That's right, once they reveal their strength, they'll become known to everyone."
The monster looked at the group of protesting Demons and agreed to their suggestion, allowing them to return to Dragonblight to rest. The bitter cold could stop the Burning Legion's advance, but it could not stop the monster.
"I am Illidan Stormrage, and no difficulty can stop me."
The monster spread its tattered wings and charged into the howling Gale, its target the Frozen Throne. The monster flew incredibly fast, and without the hindrance of the Legion's soldiers, it reached the Frozen Throne in less than half a day.
Gazing at the Frozen Throne, which pierced the sky like Sharp Sword, the monster frowned slightly. He finally understood why the Scourge Army had used the bitter cold and Gale to stop the Allied forces' advance.
The Frozen Throne remains intact, and within the Allied Forces lie countless eyes of the Twin Elune —a secret best kept hidden for as long as possible.
The monster arrived beneath the Frozen Throne and shouted, "Arthas! Come forth!"
As the leader of the Scourge Army, Arthas certainly wouldn't reveal himself easily. Robbie, disguised as Night Elf, appeared halfway up the mountain, looking down at the monster.
"With your intelligence, you should know everything. What gave you the courage to challenge the Scourge Army alone?"
The monster looked up at Robbie, a knowing look on its face. "Yes, I know everything. I know Kael'thas and you had a tacit understanding. Rather than saying the Blood Elves are missing, it's more accurate to say you've been protecting them."
Robbie shrugged. "That's not hard to guess."
The monster stared intently at Robbie, gritting its teeth as it said, "I also know that ten thousand years ago, it was you who taught Maiev the techniques for her soul, and because of that, I suffered for ten thousand years."
Robbie calmly smiled and said, "You haven't gone crazy in ten thousand years. I have great respect for you."
That's because you simply don't understand women.
The monster proudly declared, "Besides Maiev, that emotionless old stubborn, I have several lovers in the Vault of the Wardens. They pity me, worship me, and adore me. Maiev ordered them to torture me, but my lovers always showed mercy, which is why I've been able to endure for ten thousand years."
Robbie was slightly taken aback upon hearing this; it was indeed unexpected. Yes, it wasn't surprising that a powerful being like the monster, who had saved the Night Elves from danger multiple times, would have gained a group of female admirers.
"My wisdom is boundless," the monster said, growing even more arrogant. "I also guessed that you are not Night Elf race. The reason I was able to see you ten thousand years later is because you are a time traveler."
"That's interesting!"
Robbie felt a certain respect for the monster. It was indeed a remnant of Aman'Thul's will, allowing him to see through the truth. Robbie did not deny it.
"Since you already know this, you shouldn't have come to the Frozen Throne. It's far more terrifying than the Vault of the Wardens. There are no worshippers among the Undead; they won't show you any mercy."
The monster chuckled, "Because I'm confident that the Frozen Throne is not my destiny. History cannot be changed, right?"
As expected of Aman'Thul's Will, he already knew the truth about time. Robbie was somewhat helpless.
"Indeed, the true history cannot be changed, but don't be complacent. You may perish here, or face eternal imprisonment, while another who calls himself Illidan returns to the Black Temple to inherit your Destiny."
The monster shook its head. "You won't do that. It won't benefit the Scourge at all. I'm here to negotiate a deal that will benefit both of us."
A deal?
Could it be that the monster meticulously planned this expedition just for the sake of making a trade?
Robbie quickly realized that this was because the Scourge was more powerful than the monsters had imagined, so he had no choice but to settle for a deal to avoid getting nothing in return.
"What deal can we discuss?" Robbie asked.
"You are a traveler of time, you must know my future Destiny." The monster stared intently at Robbie: "I want to know which Destiny are unchangeable."
"So, what will you trade for your Destiny?" Robbie asked.
"Having traded Destiny for Destiny, I know the Destiny of the Scourge."
The monster spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, "I have witnessed the rise of countless global Scourge, and I know your future Destiny. Do you know where they have all gone?"
Robbie lowered his head and pondered for a while, then nodded. "Very well, you go first."
The monster held up one finger. "The Scourge was created because of the Orcs invasion."
That's right, it seems the monster wasn't talking nonsense. Robbie also raised a finger. "Outland is the Orcs' homeland, how could Thrall willingly allow an outsider to become the king of Outland?"
The monster paused slightly, then whispered, "How could I possibly consider mere Orcs a threat?" He then raised a second finger. "The rise and fall of Scourge are inevitable."
Robbie's face darkened, and he raised a second finger. "Someone will betray you. I see it. An army, led by a traitor, has entered the Black Temple."
The monster showed no surprise, chuckling, "Let me guess, is the Betrayer Kael'thas? Vashj? Or Akama? It wouldn't be surprising who it is." The monster then raised a third finger. "The Scourge will be destroyed on the eve of the Orcs' demise. My guidance is complete."
"Once the rabbit is caught, the hunting dog is cooked; once the birds are gone, the bow is put away."
Robbie sighed, looking at the monster with Mercy: "You will fall in the Black Temple, but of course, this is not the end of your Destiny."