Eitrigg produced a strand of Sif's hair as proof, but a lie is a lie, Thrall remained skeptical.
However, Thrall was always trying to figure out Sif's motives.
A high-ranking Titan Keepers has an incredibly long lifespan, while mortals like Thrall have a lifespan of only a hundred years, and are as insignificant as ants in their eyes.
Sif took the initiative to save Thrall, and Thrall would never believe she had no ulterior motives.
With Vol'jin and Eitrigg's reminder, Thrall finally understood Sif's purpose.
Sif was trying to curry favor with the Emissary, or rather, with the Elune; her purpose was self-evident.
"Could all of this really be a trap set by Sif, leading me to this calamity?"
The suspicious Thrall couldn't help but think in that direction.
If the Titan Keepers join the side of Elune.
Thrall shuddered inwardly, a storm raging within him. Compared to the mighty Titan Keepers, what were the Orcs?
It is foreseeable that the Titan Keepers will soon be favored by the Moon Goddess and given important positions, and there will likely be several more arrogant Emissary, causing Thrall considerable distress.
Moreover, the Titan Keepers are not a few individuals; they possess a vast number of Titan-forged and may even have the ability to create things out of thin air, thus creating a powerful race.
If the Titan-forged were to join the Horde, the Orcs would surely be abandoned by the Elune and suffer annihilation.
Thinking of this, Thrall felt a chill run down his spine and his face turned pale, as if he were witnessing the end of the Orcs.
Whether Eitrigg and Vol'jin were lying was no longer important; Thrall knew that the most important thing at this moment was to stop the Titan Keepers from joining the Moon Goddess's side.
"Vol'jin and Eitrigg remain indispensable assets; perhaps they truly are innocent."
Thrall thought to himself that it wouldn't be too late to settle scores with them later after he had dealt with the immediate problem.
Too many thoughts left Thrall feeling exhausted and his head was foggy and uncomfortable, to the point that he had no appetite at all. He waved his hand and ended the dinner.
Vol'jin and Eitrigg were overjoyed, relieved to have escaped a disaster, and hurriedly left Thrall's Tent.
Gazing at the vast night sky, with countless stars hanging in the heavens, Eitrigg let out a long breath. After the intense tension subsided, sweat poured down his face, leaving him soaked and uncomfortable.
Eitrigg wiped the sweat from his brow, relieved to be alive, and whispered his thanks, "Vol'jin, thanks to your drink, I mustered my courage."
Vol'jin scoffed, "You think this is all your doing? I put a Courage Potion in your drink."
"What, a secret medicine? I thought it was my courage." Eitrigg said dejectedly.
Vol'jin's eyes darted around, he touched his sharp fangs, and whispered:
"Thrall's reaction was more intense than I expected. He truly deserves the title of great Savior; he feels no gratitude whatsoever towards Sif, only suspicion and distrust. I am far inferior to him."
The two were close associates of Thrall, and they could tell what Thrall was thinking just by looking at his expression.
Eitrigg also remarked:
"What I admire most about Thrall is this: ruthless, unrestrained by any morality, vicious, and merciless. He only cares about profit; only with such qualities can one achieve great things."
Vol'jin looked around at the dimly lit tents. For ordinary soldiers lacking heating supplies, it was another unbearable cold night. Many soldiers were frozen stiff in the middle of the night and would never wake up.
Suddenly, an idea popped into Vol'jin's mind:
"Eitrigg, tomorrow you will visit Sylvanas and give her a detailed account of what happened tonight, especially Thrall's attitude towards Sif. Although it's all just our speculation, you must make sure it's clear."
Puzzled, Eitrigg asked, "Why do you do this?"
Vol'jin gave a mysterious smile, "No need to ask any more questions. Just know that only by involving Sylvanas can we be truly safe."
The next day, Eitrigg concluded his visit and bid farewell to Sylvanas with a beaming smile.
After seeing Eitrigg off, the Blightcaller wore a disdainful expression:
"A filthy Orcs, has he come to complain to us? I'm really surprised Thrall didn't eat him."
Sylvanas glanced to the side and asked, "Antonidas, what do you think?"
Antonidas shook his head, looking troubled. "I don't understand why Thrall is so wary of Sif, after all, Sif saved his life."
Sylvanas smiled and said:
"Don't judge Orcs by human standards; how can beasts possess even a shred of mercy? Interesting. Eitrigg shouldn't have such wisdom; Vol'jin must have sent him."
Sylvanas pondered for a long while, her brows furrowing slightly, and said with concern:
"We Forsaken are already on the fringes of the Horde. If the Titan Keepers join the Moon Goddess's side, there will be no place for us. Before Thrall changes his mind, for the survival of the Forsaken, we must strike first. Antonidas, you must return to Undercity immediately and find Varimathras. The Burning Legion must have some secret techniques targeting the Titan Keepers."
Antonidas dared not delay and immediately opened Portal to return to Undercity.
At the Royal Apothecary Society in Undercity, Varimathras learned that Thrall had been saved by Sif, and that Antonidas had come seeking help, revealing a sinister smile:
"I really enjoy this show. Thrall's ingratitude will surely drive Sif to the brink of collapse, but that's far from enough. I want all the Titan Keepers of Ulduar to be Corruption. Antonidas, do you know the Titan Keepers' weakness?"
Antonidas shook his head; he didn't know much about the Titan Keepers.
Varimathras said smugly:
"The Titan Keepers possess immense power, using Titans magic to support their massive bodies. Their steel bodies are their weapons, capable of operating for 100,000 years without malfunction, and they possess terrifying self-repairing abilities. Unfortunately, their souls are not strong enough, which is their weakness."
"In the universe, only flesh-and-blood beings have the closest bond with their souls, but the flesh and blood body is too fragile. There are two solutions: either possess a massive, unseen physical body like the Old Gods, or increase the power of the soul. The body is merely a shell, which can be abandoned at any time, thus requiring the consumption of souls. Therefore, both the Burning Legion and the Army of the Light feed on souls, but the hypocritical Titans, who claim to be Justice, will naturally not allow their subordinates to devour souls."
Varimathras took out a small, translucent gray sphere, from which a dark aura swirled, and whispered, "..."
"This is a Soul Orb, designed specifically for the fragile souls of Titan Keepers. It dissolves in alcohol; if Sif swallows it, her soul will be extracted, subjecting her to endless torment."
Antonidas carefully received the Soul Orb, a slight unease creeping into his heart. If Sif had been ambushed, how would the Titan Keepers retaliate? Would it implicate them as well?
Varimathras saw Antonidas's concerns and chuckled, saying:
"What are you worried about? The Titan Keepers' revenge? Don't worry, the Titan Keepers have lost their courage since the destruction of the Pantheon. They're just a bunch of Imp."