Thrall's eyes widened and he stared at Jaina fiercely.
Jaina didn't dare to look at Thrall, her eyes were full of fear.
From the inside out, she was dominated by fear, like the walking dead that can be seen everywhere in Lordaeron.
"Kneel down."
Thrall scolded loudly, as if he were treating a humble slave.
Jaina knelt on the ground with a pop, like a puppet being controlled.
His face was expressionless, just blank.
"Come here, slave, lick my toes." Sal laughed proudly.
Jaina really crawled over on her knees, but luckily Medivh stopped her in time.
"Insolent orc, put aside your barbaric behavior."
Medivh was very angry and reprimanded loudly: "When treating a woman, you must maintain basic respect."
Thrall was so frightened that he did not dare to disobey the Guardian and quickly apologized to Jaina.
"Jaina, you can get up. Don't worry, your suffering today will not be in vain. I will help you realize your dream. Humanity in Lordaeron will not be completely extinct. I will leave a few people behind, and you will be theirs by then.
Queen."
Medivh made such an arrangement naturally, as if he were the master of the world.
Seeing Jaina's expression of gratitude, Medivh continued:
"I know that your magic talent is very poor. There is no magic factor in Proudmoore's family bloodline. Prince Kael'thas helped you and allowed you to use magic. To be honest, the methods of the Sunstrider family are a bit behind."
"I will teach you some superb skills and real magical power. In the near future, you will become one of the most powerful mages in Dalaran, and your future achievements may completely exceed that of your mentor."
Jaina showed a look of feverish joy, which reminded Thrall of the prophet Velen, that poor old Draenei.
I heard from the orc veterans that the draenei had seven Atama crystals, each with different abilities. The orcs were afraid of these crystals, so they deceived the draenei, or to be precise, they deceived the prophet Velen. As long as Velen
If you are willing to hand over some of the crystals, the orcs will accept peace.
Then, Comrade Velen came stupidly. Thrall's father, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, was ordered to kill Velen, but his subordinates persuaded him to stop him. Without an extremely stupid leader like Velen, the draenei would
Unstoppable.
Durotan took away the two crystals and deliberately left the soul crystal, allowing Velen to continue to indulge in pitiful prophecies. The orcs broke their promise, and the reconciliation matter was not settled, and then let Velen go. Not only did the idiot prophet not know how to take revenge,
He was so grateful that he almost knelt down in front of the orcs.
Medivh held Jaina and Thrall's hands together and explained:
"You two must work together closely. No victory can be achieved by one person. We need to plant a nail inside the enemy. When the enemies of the orcs unite, this nail needs to stand up and shout to stop."
In the name of peace, it is better to break up the enemy's alliance and call it the Dove of Peace. Jaina, I believe you are qualified for this arduous task."
Jaina was frightened and said hurriedly: "I will do it, great guardian."
Medivh nodded and said to Jaina again:
"When the Kingdom of Auckland betrayed the Human Alliance, King Terenas ordered the nobles of Auckland to serve as jailers to guard the asylum. Their loyalty to the orcs is unquestionable. These people are all handed over to you as the dove of peace.
Team, go ahead, Jaina, you will become an excellent orc feeder."
Jaina burst into tears of gratitude and said goodbye to the Guardians and Thrall.
Medivh fell into thinking and was silent for a while, then said to Thrall:
"You need to find someone to make up some interesting stories, such as love, love, love, etc., to create some scandals between you and Gianna. People are always interested in this kind of thing, which will occupy their poor brains, no
Let them think about your true relationship with Jaina, and hope it won't affect you, Thrall."
Thrall grinned and said, "I don't have any thoughts about human women."
"That's not important. The leader needs to learn to disguise. The emotional entanglement with the human girl compiled by Eitrigg before was very good." Medivh suddenly noticed something and said with a smile:
"Your senior, Orgrimmar Doomhammer, has returned to the camp. He is very anxious. I will let Experimental Subject No. 01 release invisible and colorless toxins in the camp. It's up to you, Thrall, what to do next.
It's up to you to make your own decision. This is a turning point in your life and you must take it seriously."
.......
Thrall stood at the gate of the camp to greet Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar rushed on the road. Seeing that Sal was safe and looking very good, Orgrimmar let out a sigh of relief, patted Sal on the shoulder hard, and punched him twice in the chest:
"Haha, great boy, this is not very good. They said you were seriously injured, so I rushed back. A bunch of idiots, they can even mistake the severity of the injury."
He has always had high hopes for this child. As he gets older and his strength is not as strong as before, he realizes more and more that the orcs need a brand new leader.
Orgrimmar thinks very far. When the orcs occupy the land of Lordaeron, how to get along with the surrounding neighbors is a difficult problem. The old-fashioned method of fighting and killing does not work in Azeroth. It needs to be used
Some new methods, such as diplomacy, disintegration and so on.
Thinking of this, Orgrimmar had a headache. He looked forward to handing everything over to Thrall one day in the future, and then finding a quiet lakeside to live out his days, quietly waiting for death.
Seeing Thrall's gloomy face all the time, Orgrimmar thought it was due to the failure of the duel, so he consoled him:
"Don't be discouraged or discouraged, my child, failure is also a kind of growth."
"Lord Chief." Thrall asked very politely: "I heard that you are with a paladin."
"It's Tirion Fordring. He is very prestigious in the Silver Hand. He helped us collect... haha, military rations." Orgrimmar did not notice Thrall's strangeness and said seriously:
"To be honest, I have no intention of keeping my promise. Then I will slaughter his Hearthglen, just like I did in Brill, so no one will know what we orcs have done."
"I heard that Holy Light can be infused into others for use, right?" Thrall asked, narrowing his eyes.
Orgrimmar didn’t know much about Holy Light, so he thought for a long time before saying:
"Holy light can be infused into weapons. As for using it by others, I heard that there was a prince of Arthas before Lordaeron, and the knights of the Silver Hand have been infusing holy light into it."
"So, Warchief, can the Holy Light be poured into us orcs?" Thrall's expression became more and more ferocious.
"Orc, how is that possible?"
Orgrimmar was about to laugh a few times when he suddenly felt something was wrong in the atmosphere:
"Thall, don't you think that the Holy Light Orc was sent by me? No, no, Thrall, don't believe the villain's sowing discord. What good do you do to me and the orcs? I have already crossed the line.
He’s getting older.”
"Who knows, maybe you have an illegitimate son somewhere, and you want him to inherit everything." Thrall noticed the spread of poison, and the orc soldiers following Orgrimmar fell to the ground one after another.
Orgrimmar is a warrior after all, with a stronger body and higher resistance to toxins, but he is already shaky. He was shocked and said: "Thall, what have you done?"
"Orgrimmar. Doomhammer, do you remember Chief Blackhand? This is all retribution. When you plotted against Blackhand and replaced him, did you ever think of the despicable old orc today?"