Wo'jin sneaked closer, counting the number of orcs, and gradually became less confident:
"There are thirty-one orcs in total, all elite Kor'krons, and one dragon. Although that dragon is useless, I can't deal with so many orcs."
Thrall patted Vol'jin on the shoulder: "What are you worried about? You are the leader of the Darkspear trolls and a powerful witch doctor. Have you forgotten the tribe's greatest advantage?"
"There is also poisoning, you idiot. The orcs are scattered in search of the Focusing Iris. This is your chance. Kill them one by one, kill them all, and then capture Kalecgos. He is the key to convincing Jaina. You don't have to
Don't worry, I will help you when necessary." Sal comforted.
Wojin had no choice but to bite the bullet, hold a sharp war blade, and sneak into the morning mist.
The green light flowed on the war blade, which was the poison that sealed the throat when it saw blood. Wojin quietly came up behind an orc and cut his throat quickly.
Another teammate was nearby. Hearing the noise, he turned around and Wojin chopped off his head with a sword.
After successfully killing two orcs, Wo'jin lowered his body, held his breath, and ran to the next target.
An accident occurred when killing the sixth orc, and Vol'jin was discovered. The orcs were noisy and no longer scattered, but gathered together to search for traces of Vol'jin.
Wo'jin hid in the corner and carefully bandaged the wound on his leg. This was left by the sixth orc before his death. Wo'jin knew that the orc's nose was very good and he would soon follow the blood trail to find it.
More than twenty Kor'kron elites swarmed forward. Vol'jin was not sure of victory. How many orcs could he kill? Ten, twenty?
"Found it!"
"He is here, a Darkspear troll, be careful with the poison."
"These damn low-level creatures are only worthy of being food for the orcs."
A lowly Darkspear troll killed so many orcs, the Kor'kron elite felt offended, formed a formation, and charged at them with great force.
The poison of the war blade helped a lot. Wo'jin chopped down seven or eight orcs in a row, but was then knocked down by the orcs behind him, and the battle ax left a horrific wound on his shoulder.
"Am I going to die here?" Wo'jin felt desolate in his heart, and as expected, Thrall did not come out to respond.
A big fireball exploded above the head, and the orcs were thrown to the ground, and many of them were directly burned to charcoal. The remaining orcs screamed loudly, but they knew the power of magic and fled in all directions.
Ice arrows were fired one after another, and no orc could escape. In the faint mist, Jaina strode over and looked at Vol'jin condescendingly.
"Look who this is, Vol'jin, what a rare visitor." Jaina smiled charmingly.
Vol'jin panted violently, but the situation did not improve. Thirty-one Kor'kron elites were easier to deal with than Jaina.
Jaina was holding a golden cage in her hand, containing a weak little sheep. Vol'jin knew it was Kalecgos.
"Sal, come out and see me."
Jaina said loudly, Vol'jin is here, and Thrall is certainly not far away.
Thrall walked out from behind a wall with a flattering look on his face: "Jaina, I'm really happy to see you. You know we are very good friends."
Jaina rolled her eyes and sneered: "If you die here, who knows? It will only add to Garrosh's crimes."
Thrall was so frightened that he hurriedly said: "Jaina, listen to me, I know you are here for the Focusing Iris, and now is a good opportunity to use the Focusing Iris to destroy Orgrimmar."
Jaina raised her eyebrows and said with a sweet smile: "Thall, do you think I'm a fool? Guardian Medivh will not let me go."
Thrall's mind was spinning rapidly and he came up with the words he had already thought of: "No, you don't understand the Guardians. I grew up in Karazhan since I was a child. Medivh and his son will not care about the life of any orc, including me and Garr."
Rush, they only want to see the strongest. If you can destroy Orgrimmar, instead of objecting, they will support you."
Jaina looked at Thrall seriously, smiled and said: "Then you can return to the position of warchief, and you can also build prestige by avenging Garrosh, but I will get nothing."
"No, that's not the case." Thrall begged Jaina with eyes wide open: "I will regard you as the queen and the leader of the tribe. I will be satisfied only by commanding the orcs."
Jaina shrugged and smiled like a devil: "Thall, we are not young anymore, put away your childish ideas, I will not be deceived by you anymore, killing you is the best choice, and then pretend
Cheng was accidentally injured by a magic bomb, and the guardian mother and son were unable to know the truth."
Thrall and Vol'jin both looked at the cage in Jaina's hand. Jaina shook the cage and said with a charming smile: "As for the blue dragon king who betrayed me, I will use a special secret medicine to make him
A miniature pet dragon with a simple mind and low intelligence that will never grow up.”
Thrall and Vol'jin both felt their scalps numb. The woman with exquisite makeup in front of them had become a madman. The destruction of Theramore had stimulated her too much.
Jaina suddenly thought of something, looked at Thrall and Vol'jin up and down, and said maliciously: "I suddenly thought of a good idea. I will make you into magic marionettes and shrink them to the size of a palm. One is the former savior, and the other is
It’s the leader of the Darkspear Trolls, what an interesting collection.”
Thrall hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged: "Listen to me, Jaina, a living savior is more useful. I have a scroll of slavery, given by the moon god Elune. You can enslave us, and we are willing to be yours."
A loyal servant."
Vol'jin also staggered and knelt on the ground: "Queen Jaina, I am willing to be your most loyal servant."
Jaina took Thrall's scroll, checked it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, Thrall, you are right, living is more valuable."
In order to survive, Thrall and Vol'jin both signed the enslavement scroll. Jaina released Kalecgos again. Kalecgos was so frightened that he almost collapsed and hurriedly signed his name.
Jaina, with three slaves, is like a proud swan, and she is a high-ranking queen.
In the center of Theramore, in a deep pit, Jaina found the Focusing Iris.
The Focusing Iris returned to its original shape and was as big as two Jainas. Thrall, Vol'jin, and Kalecgos entered the bottom of the pit and struggled to lift the Focusing Iris.
Jaina waved her hand gently, and the focusing rainbow became the size of a palm and lay in Jaina's hand.
"Quietly, this cute little thing, the power of the magic net is extremely mysterious, and it doesn't just cause explosions."
Jaina's beautiful eyes shone slightly: "Fire, frost, meteorite, it's so hard to choose. Thrall, I need you to make the decision for me."
Thrall knew Jaina's hatred for Garrosh, so it was best to torture him in cruel ways, and said flatteringly:
"I suggest flooding Orgrimmar with water, and then heating it little by little until it boils, so that Garrosh can turn into a pot of rotten flesh in the painful torment."
Jaina nodded: "It's a good idea, but I have a better way. First, torture Garrosh, and then turn all the orcs in Orgrimmar into magic marionettes."