History cannot be changed, so Robbie cannot simply capture a Loa dissection and research.
Robbie had been secretly observing the plots and schemes of the Prophet Saronite's nest, even helping Novos repair the flaws in the Magic Circle and shielding the sound.
In Robbie's eyes, Point, Line, and Planes appeared. As the Prophet Saronite was corrupted by the essence of the Blood Trolls and lost his Loa, most of the Loa's secrets were exposed to Robbie.
The so-called mysterious power of the Loa is composed of Runes made of energy. These Runes are hidden within Saronya's body. Since the Loa originated from the fifth Old Gods, Xal'atath, the Runes are undoubtedly related to Xal'atath.
Robbie memorized all the Runes. The Runes were like a kind of life, which could multiply as the Loa grew. The more Rune had, the stronger the Loa.
As Saronya transformed into Undead, the spellcaster, Novos, sensed something was amiss but couldn't detect anything unusual. However, all of this was obvious to Robbie.
Robbie could clearly see a special Black Rune fly out of Saronya's body and land in Novos's body through the Point, Line, and Planes in his eyes.
After Novos became Lich, the Loa's energy Runes shattered and transformed into spiritual energy. Only this black Rune remained unaffected and continued to reside within Novos's body.
The Black Runes clearly carried an aura of curse.
Perhaps Saronya's threat to kill the Loa would not end well, probably because of this Black Rune. Robbie hesitated for a moment, then simply memorized the structure of the black Rune without taking it out.
The less impact on history, the better; otherwise, there may be unexpected backlash.
With questions in his mind, Robbie quietly left Drak'Tharon Keep and hurried back to Icecrown Citadel.
Vol'jin, Eitrigg, Tirion Fordring discussed the matter for a long time.
With the Zul'Drak Empire, such a tempting prize, right before their eyes, Vol'jin and Eitrigg were unwilling to give up. In the end, the two made up their minds to risk it, despite the intervention of the Scourge.
This is what is known as "fortune favors the bold." The Scourge Army only sent out two Undead, and they were doing so in secret, which made them feel that the chances of success in taking the risk were very high.
The next morning, the deafening sound of war drums rang out once again.
Vol'jin and Eitrigg personally oversaw the battle at the front lines. Vol'jin gritted his teeth and sent about half of his Dragonblood Orcs to join the regular Orcs soldiers in attacking the city.
To counter the Prophet Saronite's terrifying Blood Siphon, Vol'jin estimated its Blood Siphon; based on previous experience, the Blood Siphon could not cover the entire fortress.
Vol'jin scattered his troops, launching simultaneous attacks from different directions to ensure they wouldn't be wiped out by the Blood Siphon.
One after another, towering vehicles rumbled toward the city wall, and with the help of the tall vehicles, the Orcs soldiers easily climbed the wall.
Under the powerful offensive of the Dragonblood Orcs, the defenses of Drak'Tharon Keep quickly collapsed. Although most of the defenders had taken voodoo potions, courage ultimately could not overcome death.
Faced with the terrifying Dragonblood Orcs, the Drakkari Trolls displayed commendable courage. Wave after wave of Drakkari Warriors, fearless in the face of death, took potions, howled as they scaled the city walls, and fell to the Dragonblood Orcs' axes.
The Troll corpses quickly piled up on the city walls, and the passageways and stairs were covered in muddy flesh and blood, with the stench of blood permeating the entire fortress.
The battle lasted less than an hour, and many sections of the city walls fell. Led by the Dragonblood Orcs, the Orcs occupied most of the city walls and began moving towards the fortress gate area.
At the entrance to the lair of the Prophet Saronite, generals and Priests knelt on the ground, pounding on the door. A general, covered in blood, wept and pleaded:
"Great God, all-knowing Prophet Saronite, the Orcs have captured the walls, Drak'Tharon Keep in danger! Please, God, extend your helping hand and save your poor people!"
Novos's voice came from inside the door, coldly asking:
"Have the Orcs breached the fortress gates?"
The blood-covered general replied, "Not yet."
"Hold the city gates at all costs," Novos ordered. "This is the Prophet Saronite's command."
God's command cannot be disobeyed. The young general wiped the blood from his face and rallied his soldiers to defend the city gate to the death.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The terrifying Dragonblood Orcs were unstoppable, and the Trolls Guards the city gates were quickly wiped out. The Orcs occupied the fortress gates and opened them from the inside.
Vol'jin was puzzled. The fortress gates had already fallen, so why hadn't the Prophet Saronite made a move? Had Novos really succeeded?
After pondering for a long time, the suspicious Vol'jin kept half of the Dragonblood Orcs as a backup plan, while the rest of the Orcs army attacked through the main gate.
At the entrance to Prophet Saronite's lair, a general who had lost his left arm ran up and cried out, "Gods, the Orcs have breached the gates of the fortress! God, please lend a helping hand! Drak'Tharon Keep is about to fall!"
Through the entrance to the lair, Novos spoke quietly:
"Warlord Himbo has rendered a great service, holding in his hand the Rune Stone to plead for help from the other Loa. Yesterday, Warlord Himbo fell in battle, and this fortress has become an isolated city. Gentlemen, fight to the last! Remember, the Drakkari Trolls will never surrender."
Upon hearing this, the Priests and generals were filled with despair.
Once the city gates were breached, what followed was a one-sided massacre. The defenders of Drak'Tharon Keep continuously shrank their defensive territory, until only the lair of the Prophet Saronite remained.
The few remaining defenders of Drak'Tharon Keep mingled with the Priests, guarding the entrance to the lair. Not far away, the Orcs army stretched as far as the eye could see.
Upon receiving the news, Vol'jin let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed that Novos had truly succeeded. He glanced at Tirion Fordring beside him.
Tirion Fordring understood immediately and quickly replied, "The two Undead are still inside the fortress."
Vol'jin's expression was cold, his face radiating confidence.
"Two Undead Scourges alone can't cause much trouble. Even if Arthas and Kel'Thuzad come in person, I have numerous Dragonblood Orcs who will surely cut them to pieces."
Touching the precious Teleportation Rune Stone in his pocket, Vol'jin made up his mind that if he encountered danger, he would immediately activate the Rune Stone to escape.
Vol'jin ordered Eitrigg to stay behind, and led his personal guard into Drak'Tharon Keep. Upon reaching the entrance to Saronya's lair, Vol'jin shouted:
"Novos, come out! Drak'Tharon Keep has fallen. It's a pleasure to have cooperated with you; otherwise, we wouldn't have won so easily. The Horde will forever remember your contributions."
The few remaining guards and Priests all paled upon hearing this, never imagining that the Chief Priest would collude with the Orcs.
Novos's hoarse voice came from inside. "Vol'jin, you're truly insidious. If the Prophet Saronite were still alive, your words would have cost me my life."
The lair gate slowly opened, and Novos emerged, removing his cloak to reveal his withered face.
"Lich, you've actually turned yourself into Lich."
Vol'jin was taken aback, then burst into laughter:
"Novos, you've brought this upon yourself. As Lich, you are undoubtedly in league with the Scourge, plotting to destroy this world. The blood of the Drakkari Trolls must be washed away by Justice. Come here, Lich, be punished for your sins."