Kel'Thuzad moved a trogg's soul in front of Ogrim and Grommash, saying, "Look at these trogg souls."
Ogrim observed carefully and said, somewhat unsure, "They seem to have entered some kind of dormant state?"
"Exactly. I took the souls that were relatively well-preserved and conducted some experiments. Then I discovered that they seem to be easily induced into a deep slumber." Kel'Thuzad pointed his finger, and a magic ray struck the soul. It immediately awakened, letting out a continuous, ear-piercing shriek.
"And they are also very easily stimulated; once stimulated, they fall into an extremely agitated state." Kel'Thuzad waved his hand, annihilating the trogg's soul and transforming it into pure energy, which he then threw into Naxxramas's engine.
"Is this considered a particularly strange discovery?" Ogrim was a bit confused; as a Death Knight, most of his magical knowledge was related to combat.
"Of course, such a situation is uncommon in naturally occurring souls. Instead, it's very much like... a Golem created by a mage?"
Kel'Thuzad deliberated on his words, explaining in a way the two orcs could understand, "Magic Golems easily enter a dormant state because it saves on expensive maintenance. But once they are stimulated by external factors, they immediately become active. If they are combat-oriented, they will naturally quickly attack nearby enemies."
"When you put it that way, there is indeed some resemblance, but these trogg are living creatures. They couldn't possibly have been created by some mage, could they?" Ogrim roughly understood Kel'Thuzad's meaning.
"Of course not. Even the most powerful mages, the Guardians of Tirisfal, couldn't create such a vast population of living beings with magic. However... if it were certain existences beyond our imagination, then it's not impossible."
Kel'Thuzad's conjecture was quickly affirmed by a "knowledgeable" individual.
"For example, the Titans." Varimathras's voice chimed in at an opportune moment. "These 'celestials' who dimensional travel the cosmos do indeed possess the power to create a species, and they have indeed visited Azeroth.
The Dwarves, whom you are most familiar with, are one of the Titans' creations. I have a thought: these trogg might be failed creations of the Titans. For some reason, or out of pity, they did not take their lives but merely sealed them underground."
Ogrim lowered his head, pondering for a moment, while Grommash beside him was completely bewildered; he had only just become a Death Knight and there were many things he still hadn't figured out.
"Although it sounds... illogical, it is very close to the factual truth," Kel'Thuzad added. "Otherwise, it's impossible to explain why such a vast population has various flaws rarely seen in normal creatures. They might indeed be defective products created by the Titans."
"So, perhaps the Lich King wants us to find the origin of these guys to see if we can find any legacy left by the Titans?" Ogrim came to this conclusion.
"Perhaps, but we cannot be certain. However, there is one other thing we can be sure of: if the trogg truly have such flaws, perhaps we can exploit them." Kel'Thuzad smiled, though his laughter was somewhat sinister.
"The trogg's souls are singular and incomplete, yet very pure—so pure that only instinctive bloodlust and frenzy remain. Coupled with their 'artificial' nature, perhaps we can use these guys to create powerful weapons."
"I have already instructed my Necromancers to try utilizing these souls. Soon, we should receive a definitive answer. Therefore, I hope the Death Knight and Nerubian can collect enough souls. Although these creations might be flawed to the Titans, they are what we need now."
Kel'Thuzad thought of an experiment he had shelved for a long time: the Pit Lord's corpse, which had died at Grommash's hands, was preserved in Naxxramas, but research on it had hit a bottleneck.
The Necromancers had tried various methods to make the demon's corpse useful to them, but the results were unsatisfactory. However, the emergence of these trogg now gave Kel'Thuzad a new idea.
Varimathras, after hearing Kel'Thuzad's theory, also became somewhat curious. He had initially thought that with Arthas's restrictions, the Scourge would be in a very awkward position, but now it seemed that Azeroth still harbored many undiscovered secrets.
How curious! Was it luck and coincidence, or had the Prince already sensed something? If it was the latter, then it was something worth noting...
...
Far away in Uldaman, Arthas, who was exploring the city that resembled an underground labyrinth with Magni, also received Kel'Thuzad's report. Their discovery regarding the trogg's souls also surprised Arthas.
He, of course, knew that there were still many hidden things on Azeroth, but in his opinion, the trogg were merely "waste." Their individual strength was insufficient, and their souls were naturally very weak.
But the Undead Scourge's "technical personnel" truly gave Arthas a considerable surprise. They were actually able to turn those weak souls into treasures, which changed Arthas's perspective on the trogg.
Initially, he had considered them a problem left behind by the Titans, and he wondered what had possessed these Titans and the Guardians they left behind to not destroy so many troublesome creations, but instead seal them underground.
If the Titans and Guardians had been half as diligent in destroying those troublesome experiments and creations as they were in eliminating creatures on Azeroth afflicted by the "Flesh Curse," there wouldn't be so many problems in this world.
Speaking of experiments... the most troublesome were still in the Zandalar Trolls' territory. The Titans truly lived up to their name as "great inventors"; they didn't create many good things, but instead churned out a lot of bad ones. They even created artificial Old Gods, which Arthas found impressive.
The "natives" of Azeroth painstakingly eliminated the monsters and enemies that threatened their planet. Although the Titans had rescued this planet from a major problem hundreds of thousands of years ago, they also left behind countless "minor problems," some of which could be even more troublesome than the major ones.
Arthas suddenly felt as if he had become a correction machine, constantly rectifying various troublesome matters, and on his face, there was a slightly troublesome matter.
A large architectural model appeared before him and Magni. If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be Uldaman's exhibition hall, and the architectural model, which had been largely excavated by archaeologists, was precisely the structural map of Uldaman.