Selling Crutches, Trafficking Crutches

Azshara panted for quite a while before calming down. She scrutinized White Jaina, trying to spot some flaw in her expression.

"So the truth is, the Titans weren't dead, and Sargeras lied?" Azshara asked.

White Jaina remained unruffled. She said calmly, "Beings like the Titans have long surpassed mortal comprehension. Do life and death truly matter to them?"

Azshara agreed this time. "Indeed, they have long gone beyond mortal understanding. But if they never disappeared, and Sargeras may not have fallen... then what was all this for?"

"Isn't that simple? You ended up like this—was that a choice you happily made? Back in ancient times, when the world was falling apart and you faced death, didn't you have no choice but to rely on the Old Gods' curse to survive?

"Likewise, for something like Azeroth's Soul, there was Sargeras's giant sword of destruction on one side, and the Titan's ghost on the other, saying, 'Quickly, merge your power with mine, and we'll fight Sargeras together.' What do you think the Star Soul would choose?" White Jaina felt that using Deren's way of talking to fool these ignorant idiots should be extremely effective.

"This..." Azshara immediately put herself in the Titan's place and found this to be a very useful tactic. She nodded in agreement. "If what you say is true, then Sargeras and the Pantheon really might be putting on an act. But why are they moving against Yogg-Saron now?"

That was actually a difficult question to answer. After all, the Old Gods had existed peacefully on Azeroth for tens of thousands of years. Why had the Titans suddenly decided to move against them now?

But White Jaina had long prepared an excuse. "Think about it. What happened recently?"

"What happened?" Azshara stared blankly, unsure which event she meant.

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