Thrall sat in front of Anduin, took out a white arm from his arms and chewed it.
Anduin's complexion suddenly changed. He recognized the ring on his green-white finger. It was Jaina's favorite magic ring and she had never seen her take it off.
Sal grinned and showed the chewed red meat:
"No matter how great you are in life, how high your status is, no matter how beautiful you are and sought after by thousands of people, after death you are just a pile of rotten meat. Human beings are just food for orcs."
Anduin was shaken physically and mentally. He couldn't help but tremble all over. It was confirmed that Jaina was really dead.
So what happened to Jaina in Dalaran!
Anduin didn't have time to think about this. He raised the herbal tea on the side and poured it on his face, forcing himself to calm down.
Thrall nodded appreciatively: "That coward Velen has already explained everything. Anduin, you have violated the majesty of the Holy Light. Velen is preparing to sacrifice the Holy Light and report your actions to the Holy Light Heaven."
, you are about to lose the power of the Holy Light."
Anduin suppressed his inner discomfort and argued: "I was wronged."
Thrall smiled cruelly: "Who knows! Once you lose the Holy Light, you are nothing, and Jaina will be your end."
Anduin took a deep breath: "What do you want me to do."
Thrall put his arms back in his arms: "I like to deal with smart people. The Kingdom of Stormwind must send out legions to conquer the Mogu tribe. If King Varian is unwilling, beat him until he is convinced, even if you kill Varian.
It doesn’t matter, Holy Light will never blame you for this.”
Anduin gradually calmed down, shook his head and said: "This is impossible. Azeroth has just experienced a disaster, the fission of the earth. You should know best that the harvest of the Kingdom of Stormwind this year is extremely poor, with almost no harvest. The cursed sect
They resurrected and took the opportunity to move around. They sent food... Those ignorant people have no integrity at all."
Sal forced an ugly smile:
"This is your business. As long as I see the army of the Kingdom of Stormwind, I will stop Velen from performing the Holy Light sacrifice. The prophet Velen has always obeyed the orders of the orcs."
Anduin lowered his eyes and thought for a long time before saying, "Okay, I will find a way."
With Thrall's help, Anduin teleported to Goldshire and stayed at the Lion's Pride Inn.
This is Vol'jin's suggestion. Meeting Varian directly is not a wise choice. Although Anduin possesses the powerful power of the Holy Light, it does not mean that he can walk sideways in Stormwind City.
Anduin needs to use his influence to find out the intelligence of Stormwind City. It is best to win over some nobles to form a threat to King Varian, and then rely on his personal strength to make the final decision.
It seems easy to say, but extremely difficult to implement. After all, King Varian is in his prime, so the nobles naturally support the king, and the young prince's prestige is far from enough.
Anduin sent many letters, but without exception they all came to nothing.
Things are not good. King Varian must have known about Anduin's return and will take action sooner or later.
That evening, Anduin, who was dining alone, received an uninvited guest.
As usual, Anduin's dinner was a deliciously grilled steak. When the steak was served, Anduin noticed something was wrong. It looked different from before.
The innkeeper explained that this was new beef sent by Kalimdor. After Theramore was destroyed, the trade between the Eastern Kingdom and Kalimdor flourished instantly, and they exchanged what they needed.
Anduin knew that since Jaina entered Dustwallow Swamp and the orcs settled in Durotar, Jaina had colluded with the orcs to control the trade of the two continents, using piracy to attack competitors, and the volume of trade had been severely reduced.
Even goblins must pay high protection fees.
Now Theramore is destroyed, Orgrimmar is in chaos, and Warchief Garrosh is nowhere to be found. Merchants have spotted business opportunities, and transaction volume has increased dramatically, but no one knows how long the prosperity can last.
Anduin tasted the beef, and his eyes lit up as soon as he took the bite. It was so delicious that Anduin was so moved that he almost cried.
"This is pure snowflake beef from Bloodhoof Village." A familiar voice came into Anduin's ears.
A woman with a curvy figure sat in front of him, lifted her cloak, and revealed a familiar face.
"Gianna!"
Anduin screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
The woman smiled slightly: "I scared you. To be honest, I am not Gianna."
"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Jaina?" Anduin asked coldly.
The woman smiled sweetly, even more beautiful than Gianna: "Your Highness, everything I do is for you!"
"For me?" Anduin looked confused.
The woman leaned forward slightly and exhaled like a blue breath: "Prince Anduin, how much do you know about the Dove of Peace?"
"The Dove of Peace, I know about it." Anduin took a deep breath: "Why are you mentioning the Dove of Peace?"
The woman was in high spirits, with a blush on her pretty face: "The Dove of Peace was established by King Terenas to do his best to help the orcs rise. With the help of the Knights of the Silver Hand, most of the people in Lordaeron fed it
After defeating the orcs and Thrall crushing the head of King Terenas, the heir to the Dove of Peace was Jaina.
"Jaina was better than her predecessor, and countless Alliance soldiers became food for the orcs, especially during the Battle of Northrend. The Silver Crusade was a veritable meat warehouse for the orcs... Speaking of which, I still can't understand, Storm
Why can the kingdom stand so far? More than a million people have become food for the orcs. Now that Jaina has been eaten by Thrall, the Dove of Peace needs a new leader."
Anduin was silent for a long time before saying, "This position seems very dangerous. Will I also be eaten by orcs?"
The woman giggled: "It all depends on human effort. Your Highness, the power controlled by the Dove of Peace is beyond your imagination. Are you busy with something big recently?"
Anduin nodded and said righteously: "The Mogu tribe went against the grain. Thunder God Ji Wudao killed countless Tol'vir and imprisoned the ancient guardian Raiden. As a citizen of Azeroth, I,
I have the responsibility and obligation to destroy the evil Thor and rescue Raiden, but my father doesn’t think so.”
The woman pretended to be moved, wiped her eyes and said: "Our prince has finally grown up and knows how to fight for Azeroth. This is the luck of the Kingdom of Storm and the luck of Azeroth. These days
Come, I will disguise myself as Jaina and gather the forces of the Dove of Peace. Finally, my work was not in vain, and I can finally hand it over to you with confidence."
"Why choose me?" Anduin asked.
The woman smiled sweetly and said: "Because you are the prince of Stormwind City, the future king, and the leader of the alliance. Only you can legitimately give the alliance to the orcs to eat."
Prince Anduin frowned: "What if I refuse?"
The woman's expression turned cold: "Become the accomplice of the jackal, or be eaten by the jackal. This choice does not seem difficult."
Anduin hesitated: "I need to think about it."
"Don't think about it." The woman took out a small notebook: "Most of the nobles in Stormwind City are members of the Dove of Peace. If you refuse, then this position belongs to King Varian, and His Majesty the King will have a new one soon.
Prince, you are destined to be forgotten."
Anduin suddenly stood up and asked: "Who are you?"
The woman's beautiful eyes flashed with dangerous light:
"I represent a great being that you cannot refuse."