In a world where might makes right, threats are always the most effective form of communication.
Although Remulos was unwilling, he had to face the reality that Jaina was indeed capable of instigating the Orcs to destroy Moonglade.
"What do you want?" Remulos asked impatiently.
Jaina smiled charmingly, "I enjoy dealing with intelligent people. My request is simple and not difficult to fulfill."
Jaina explained her request, but Remulos, with a gloomy expression, refused to let Jaina into his temple and prayed to the Moon Goddess alone inside.
Not long after, Remulos emerged from the temple:
"The Elune heard your prayer. She told me that to resurrect the King of Stormwind City, you must find the Scythe of Elune."
"What, the Scythe of Elune?" Jaina was taken aback. It was said to be an Old Gods that had changed hands many times and then disappeared, its whereabouts now unknown.
But Jaina had even greater doubts about whether the Scythe of Elune could resurrect Varian.
Remulos reluctantly explained, "The Scythe of Elune, also known as Scythe of Elune, is an artifact formed by combining Fang of Goldrinn and Elune's Staff. The most important mystery of life is balance; where there is life, there is death. Only Power of Death reach perfect harmony can the dead be resurrected."
Jaina nodded after hearing this. "So, the Scythe of Elune is just a prop."
Remulos glared at Jaina and added:
"That's right, the Scythe of Elune itself doesn't have resurrection capabilities, but this artifact is used to balance heterogeneous energies. Next, you need to find an Archdruid Mastery in the forces of nature, and an Undead Mage Mastery in the Power of Death. The two of them need to cast a spell together, using the Scythe of Elune to balance life and death within the deceased's body, and then he can be truly resurrected."
Jaina seemed to understand, but not quite; it was clearly beyond her comprehension of magic.
But since it was guidance from Elune, and it seemed to make some sense, Jaina chose to believe her and asked again:
"Alright, now there's only one thing left: the whereabouts of the Scythe of Elune. I hope you've inquired about this with the Moon Goddess. Time is running out; I must find the Scythe of Elune as soon as possible."
Remulos managed to calm himself down and said expressionlessly:
"I did inquire with Elune, about the whereabouts of the Scythe of Elune, but I'm very sorry. The Scythe of Elune was last found in Duskwood. The Black Knights, controlled by Medivh, once collected various artifacts, including the Scythe of Elune, but unfortunately, it was lost. Even the Guardian Medivh couldn't keep this artifact, so clearly a more terrifying force is hidden behind it."
As Aegwynn's disciple, Jaina naturally knew that Medivh had cursed a group of traveling merchants, turning them into Black Knights who plundered artifacts.
How could Jaina, alone, have managed to find such a powerful artifact that the Black Knight painstakingly sought out?
Upon hearing this, Jaina flew into a rage and roared:
"What? You mean we can't find the Scythe of Elune? You were just toying with me? Damn it, I'll make Moonglade a river of blood."
Remulos waved his hand. "Madam, please calm down. Elune, told me that if we want to find the whereabouts of the Scythe of Elune, we can seek help from the Explorers' League in Ironforge. Of course, this will take time, but why don't you try another method?"
"Another way?" Jaina was slightly taken aback.
Remulos said seriously:
"Why was Varian able to become King? Because he has the blood of the House Wrynn. But who would recognize a King who has been missing for many years? You could easily find a stranger to replace him. The only flaw is his memory, which is easy to cover up. Dark magic, amnesia—you can pin all the blame on the Black Dragon Princess. Do you think the Black Dragon Princess would step forward to deny it?"
Simply by changing your perspective, complex things can become simple.
Jaina was tempted; it was obviously easier to find someone to impersonate someone than to resurrect a person.
Robbie, following behind Jaina, couldn't help but sigh. Elune, was truly too shrewd.
Robbie judged that the whereabouts of the Scythe of Elune was most likely a trap. The most obvious evidence was that the Explorers' League in Ironforge was actually World Tree Guardian secretly placed by the Moon Goddess.
If you actually go to Ironforge to find the whereabouts of the Scythe of Elune, you will fall into the Moon Goddess's trap.
Robbie had to admit that the trap set with Varian's death had officially failed.
It's no wonder that King Varian could split into two people and then coincidentally merge back together. There's no such strange black magic in the world; it's just a clumsy lie.
Jaina left Moonglade with mixed feelings, while Robbie gave up on following Jaina, feeling disappointed.
King Varian could be replaced, but Robbie firmly believed that some people, once they climbed to a high position and assumed important responsibilities, would become irreplaceable.
Robbie already had Tirion Fordring in mind as the right person.
The Naxxramas Necropolis floats Anjing above Dragonbone Plains.
This is a massive flying fortress, divided into three levels and five areas. If laid out flat, it would be no smaller than Stormwind City, and its purpose is to monitor the Wyrmrest Temple.
Darion Mograine finished his inspection and returned to his room. Gazing at the Ashbringer on the wall, he felt extremely conflicted.
Now a Death Knight, Darion is filled with resentment as he recalls the betrayal he suffered a year ago, even though the Lich King has retained his self-awareness.
Just as I was lost in thought, Alexandros Mograine pushed open the door and entered, half-jokingly saying, "I heard I died a year ago?"
Darion hurriedly stood up, head bowed, looking shyly at the ground. "Father, please stop laughing at me. You know that the farce a year ago was just a lie."
Alexandros patted Darion on the shoulder and laughed:
"Darion, you have always been my pride. A year ago, you successfully manipulated the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn, inciting the Alliance and Horde factions to donate money and supplies to launch an attack on Naxxramas, which does not exist in the Eastern Plaguelands, and swindled a large amount of money. You almost succeeded."
Darion was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder when he mentioned it. "But I was ambushed by Eitrigg and watched helplessly as he tore my flesh off and ate it. If it weren't for you, Father, arriving in time with your men, I wouldn't even have had the chance to become Undead."
Alexandros hardened his face and reprimanded:
"This is a profound lesson: choosing the right partners is extremely important. Don't listen to Tirion Fordring's nonsense; his character is questionable."
After a few more casual words between father and son, Alexandros snorted coldly, "I saw Baron Rivendare, not the body in Naxxramas, but the real Baron."
Unlike the marginalized Mograine father and son, Baron Rivendare was highly valued by Arthas. Even his shed body was able to replace Alexandros as one of the Four Horsemen, which aroused serious dissatisfaction from the elder Mograine.
Alexandros gloated, "Baron Rivendare has inadvertently revealed his true form. Just as rumored, he's incredibly old, his face covered in wrinkles. Heh heh, the Scourge's doom is nigh. We must prepare to escape in advance."