C'Thun's voice drifted and lingered, explaining in Robbie's ear:
"This is the Essence left behind by Y'Shaarj. You know his tragedy. I, Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth each infused it with our own Essence. After ten thousand years of mixing, unexpected changes have occurred, and it has merged into the aura of Old Gods completely different from ours."
Gazing at the black ball of light in his palm, which seemed to contain something alive, as if it could hatch into a new Old Gods at any moment, Robbie cautiously asked:
"What's the use of this dangerous thing?"
"Don't be alarmed. As long as it's enveloped in Holy Light, it's safe," C'Thun reassured him. "What we need you to do is make Jaina and Sylvanas believe that the Sixth Old Gods truly resides in Duskwood."
What is this? Is it an attempt to cover up the truth?
Robbie's mind raced, and he began to understand. "You mean, use this black orb to leave a trace, making Elune, mistakenly believe that the Sixth Old Gods exists?"
"Exactly!" C'Thun said calmly. "In return, I will teach you the method of resurrecting the Undead humans. Of course, it will utilize the Power of the Old Gods, and it will be somewhat different from what you imagine. Whether you use it or not is up to you."
The fusion of the Essence of four Old Gods, the millennia-long cover provided by three Old Gods, what secrets does the Duskwood hold? Is it worth the price?
Robbie could probably guess that this was a conspiracy against Elune.
It would be better to let Elune mistakenly believe that Sixth Old Gods exists, meaning that if the conspiracy succeeds, the damage to the Moon Goddess would far exceed that of an Old Gods.
What being possesses such terrifying power?
Elune, is the greatest threat to Azeroth, and Robbie has no reason to refuse. Moreover, C'Thun has offered generous terms in exchange. Although there are risks involved in using the power of the Old Gods to transform the Undead into human beings, it is still an alternative.
"Okay, I agree, but I want to know how to turn the Undead into humans!"
C'Thun smiled slightly:
"The Power of the Old Gods comes from the Void. You know, most of the beings on Azeroth were born from our Curse of Flesh, including humans. The Undead are broken bodies and shattered bones. They can stand up because of the Power of Death within them. As long as the Curse of Flesh is cast on the Undead again, they can be resurrected as humans."
"Curse of Flesh!"
Robbie hadn't thought of this method. The humans of Azeroth originated from the Vrykul, Vrykul were originally the first creations of the Titans. Their bodies were made of solid rock, but they were transformed into flesh and blood creatures due to the Curse of Flesh.
If rocks can be transformed into flesh and blood, then there's no reason why the bodies of the Undead couldn't be.
"If you complete this task, I will impart to you the power of the Curse of Flesh," C'Thun promised.
Roland's Grave in Duskwood was originally an abandoned mine, but after the Scythe of Elune incident, it became a large Worgen lair.
Before Jaina, Robbie arrived at the Roland's Grave first, sneaked inside, and used a black orb to leave a few traces in a hidden spot.
From a great distance, Jaina could hear the panting of countless Worgen Roland's Grave.
The Worgen of Duskwood are not always driven mad. When Worgen possess reason, they enter Darkshire in human form to buy necessities. The Night Watch of Darkshire turn a blind eye to this, and the two sides maintain a tacit understanding.
Kites followed Jaina nervously, the Worgen scent making his legs feel weak. Kalecgos was in no better shape, and both men hid behind Jaina.
"Two useless pieces of trash, what use are you to me?"
Jaina cursed under her breath and commanded, "Kalecgos, it's time for you to show your worth. Drive out these lowly Worgen."
Looking at the dark and cold cave, Kalecgos scratched his head in an awkward manner. He was a grown Dragon, not a rat that would burrow into a hole. No matter how much Jaina urged him, he still refused to move.
Jaina had anticipated Kalecgos, and glared at him fiercely before casting Dark Illusion Magic, transforming all three of them into Worgen.
Then, Jaina took out a special ointment and applied it to her exposed skin.
"Worgen use scent to identify their companions, so be careful. If you accidentally expose yourselves, don't expect me to save you. Good luck."
Jaina led the way, and the three of them cautiously entered the Roland's Grave. In the minds of adventurers in Azeroth, the Worgen of Duskwood were ferocious, Bloodlust, and cruel creatures.
But upon closer inspection, they were found to be no different from other living beings.
In the dark cave of Roland's Grave, Jaina saw Worgen gathered together, huddled around a campfire for warmth, adult Worgen protecting their Worgen, sharing delicious food, and looking up at the strange outsiders just like humans.
Jaina secretly tore open a scroll of language and used the Worgen Language to tell the Worgen Guards that she was a wandering adventurer who hoped to stay for a while. She offered a few gold coins as payment and was quickly welcomed. Several Worgen brought her delicious roasted meat.
In a corner of the cave, Jaina and her two companions huddled together to discuss their plan.
"Jaina, with your strength, you are capable of driving away or even annihilating this pack of Worgen, or coercing their leader to submit. Why did you sneak in among them?" Kalecgos asked.
"I don't want to make too much of a commotion," Jaina explained, then frowned.
"It's very strange. It feels like I've returned to my time studying in Dalaran, when my mentor Antonidas often used magic to monitor us disciples, even when we were taking a bath."
Having accidentally revealed an embarrassing incident from her school days, Jaina, with a look of disgust, gritted her teeth and said:
"Damn it, that familiar feeling is back."
As night fell, the large pack of Worgen went out to hunt, leaving only the elderly, women, and children behind. Jaina and her two companions finally had the opportunity to walk around the cave and carefully examine every inch of the land.
Many adventurers once infiltrated this place to investigate the whereabouts of the Scythe of Elune, but unfortunately, they found nothing, and many of them became Worgen's food.
Jaina and her two companions searched carefully all night, but found nothing unusual.
But Jaina wouldn't give up easily; instead, it fueled her competitive spirit. At the same time, she was very attached to that familiar feeling and decided to stay a few more days.
Antonidas stared at the crystal ball, monitoring Jaina's every move. With his Undead Body, he rarely tired and didn't need anyone to take his place.
Sylvanas, looking anxious and displeased, said:
"Your disciple has been mingling with a pack of filthy Worgen for three whole days, Antonidas. Are we just going to wait like this?"
The Blightcaller chimed in, "I think this is a conspiracy. Perhaps Jaina has already discovered us. Antonidas, you're getting old."
Antonidas said calmly, "It's normal that nothing has been found. The real clues are hidden in the shadows. You must trust my disciple; she's always so unpredictable."