"Is Blood God G'huun, the mysterious being behind the Loa?"
Sylvanas expressed skepticism about this answer.
If G'huun had obtained the Titans Power, and even the ability to see through the flow of time and foresee the future, he would certainly be qualified for this position.
But for some reason, Sylvanas had a strange feeling, as if something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The last voice came from inside the blood cell:
"You should go back, Sylvanas Windrunner."
Sylvanas got the answers she wanted, but more questions arose. Filled with doubts, she left with Antonidas and the Blightcaller.
Matron Atina, knelt for a long time at the top of the Altar, trying to hear the final revelation.
After a long while, a sound came from inside the black and red blood cell.
"You must forget what happened today. As long as you don't speak, the Blood God G'huun won't notice. G'huun is just a terrifying beast; you must act cautiously. Before the gods, all living beings are like ants. Blood Trolls are not worthy of divine mercy. If necessary, you will need to seek external help to weaken the Blood God's influence."
The Matron Atina, was moved to tears and left after expressing her deepest gratitude.
Robbie watched his Matron Atina's retreating figure. Although he had successfully deceived Sylvanas, he couldn't feel happy.
Following Sylvanas into the territory of the Blood Trolls, after the Matron Atina made a sacrifice, the Blood God G'huun quickly responded and actually offered to cooperate with Sylvanas!
It's hard to imagine the terrible consequences that would occur if Sylvanas gained G'huun's power, spread the power of blood throughout Lordaeron, and merged with the dark power of the Forsaken.
Fortunately, G'huun's power to break free of the seal was not much. Robbie temporarily severed G'huun's connection with the mortal world and set a trap for Sylvanas.
Robbie believed that the clever Sylvanas would soon figure it out.
Back in Undercity, Sylvanas leaned back on her throne, her expression uncertain, her brow furrowed in thought. Unable to resolve her doubts, she sought advice from those around her:
"Nathanos, Antonidas, you were both present when I spoke with Blood God G'huun. What are your thoughts on Blood God G'huun?"
The Blightcaller said solicitously, "Your Majesty, the Blood God G'huun, known as the Loa among Loas, would bring us immense benefits if we could cooperate with him."
Sylvanas's gaze drifted towards Antonidas.
Antonidas pondered for a long time before slowly saying:
"Your Majesty, I have met beings like Medivh and Archimonde before, but the Blood God G'huun gives me a completely different feeling compared to those great figures; he seems somewhat..."
"Something?" Sylvanas asked.
"Pretentious," Antonidas replied in a low voice.
Sylvanas's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she slammed her hand on the table, saying:
"That's right, that's it. Damn it, I almost fell for it. The Blood God G'huun, who pretends to be so profound, is just a useless piece of trash, using exaggerated words to cover up his incompetence."
Antonidas added, "But the consequences of Thrall consuming the flesh and blood of the Loa are likely true, as this is, after all, Blood God G'huun's forte."
Sylvanas's lips curled slightly, her face filled with longing. "I see Horde position of Warchief beckoning me; it seems we must go see an old friend."
Varimathras had been busy in Undercity, and Sylvanas had been watching all of his little schemes with the Royal Apothecary.
Whatever Varimathras needed, Sylvanas simply provided for him, never asking questions, not wanting to care, unwilling to care, and even less daring to care.
Sylvanas, unusually present at the Royal Apothecary Society, stared blankly at the large vats of green Plague. Varimathras flapped his wings, boasting without reservation:
"This is technology from the Burning Legion, a super Plague capable of wiping out all life on Azeroth. I point to the demonic horn above my head and assure you, no creature can survive this Plague."
"How effective is it against the Scourge?" Sylvanas asked casually.
Varimathras paused for a moment, then said calmly, "It hasn't been tested, and the effects are still unclear. Sylvanas, you should know that my target is not the Scourge."
Sylvanas raised her head, looked at the Dreadlord's face, and asked:
"Are you really that infatuated with Agna? If you truly have such thoughts, let me pass on a message for you: I think Thrall wouldn't refuse the friendship of a Dreadlord."
Varimathras gave a wicked smile:
"I've long forgotten what that female Orcs looked like. What I find most intolerable is the Orcs trampling on my dignity. They are nothing but lackeys of the Burning Legion, yet they disrespect my feelings. Do you know that even Archimonde treats me with utmost courtesy?"
Sylvanas thought to herself, "That makes sense," and deliberately asked, "It seems you're targeting not only Dranosh Saurfang, who's vying with you for Agna, but also the entire Orcs race."
Varimathras nodded and shouted:
"There are still humans who overestimate themselves; I must make them pay the price. The Orcs are still somewhat useful. Apart from Thrall, who is temporarily untouchable, they are all my targets for revenge."
Sylvanas said meaningfully, "If we add Saurfang the Great, Garrosh, and the Troll Vol'jin, would that satisfy you?"
Varimathras's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "Sylvanas, so you had plans too. Considering your unwavering support these past few days, we can cooperate."
Sylvanas asked curiously, "When will you begin your operation?"
Varimathras made no secret of his plan:
"Once the Scourge withdraws from this world, the Fordragon Legion, deprived of the Scourge's protection, will become a thorn in the side of both the Alliance and the Horde. They may not dare to do anything to the Scourge, but they will certainly be happy to eliminate the Fordragon Legion. This is our opportunity."
Thrall remained on the border of the Zul'Drak Empire, spending his days soaking in hot springs, eating the flesh of the Loa, and feeling his power rapidly increasing. He lived a very comfortable life.
Thrall's actions instilled a deep-seated fear in the Drakkari Frost Trolls. How dare he devour the Loa? Thrall was now even more terrifying Sargeras in the Zul'Drak Empire.
Whenever the fate of the Loa is mentioned, the Drakkari Trolls say the same thing most often:
"Thrall, the Savior, Consecration everything for Azeroth. The Loa willingly offered their flesh and blood to reward the great Savior. This is the glory of the Zul'Drak Empire. As a member of the Zul'Drak Empire, I am proud and honored."
Then, the Drakkari Troll would close its eyes, eat the unpalatable moss cakes, and feel that life was full of meaning, occasionally shouting:
For Azeroth.
One day, while soaking in the hot springs at the frozen lake, Thrall felt something strange on his head.
Thrall found a mirror and discovered a bump on his forehead.
Thrall didn't pay much attention at first, but just a few days later, a horn grew on Thrall's forehead.
A rhinoceros horn, exactly like that of Akali, the god of rhinoceroses.