Orgrimmar, the alliance meeting had just ended, and Garrosh stormed out of the tent, angrily lashing his warg.
The warg named Thrall to humiliate his old rival.
The orcs are extremely close to the wolf riders and treat them like family members.
But that is only for ordinary orc soldiers. After all, they can only afford one warg in their lifetime, so of course they must cherish it.
Garrosh, who owned hundreds of wargs, naturally did not value this group of livestock.
"Sal" screamed, dripping with blood, and looked at his master in grievance.
Just now, Jaina ignored everyone's opposition and went her own way, launching a war against the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Leading the charge was Garrosh's Lightforged Quilboar.
Under the gloating looks of Sylvanas and Magatha, Garrosh could only bite the bullet and agree.
Many times, Garrosh felt like a waste, a warg that Jaina rode on his head and whipped at will.
Anger and grievance made Garrosh even more irritable, and whips fell like raindrops, until Thrall vomited blood and collapsed on the ground unable to get up.
It's just a warg, and if it can make Garrosh feel better, it has served its purpose.
Garrosh waved his hand and ordered his soldiers to carry "Thall" away, thinking about countermeasures with his head sullenly.
Of course he won't really work for Jaina. There are some die-hards among the quilboars who make small moves in private and refuse to obey orders. Let them die.
Just do it.
Garrosh felt better and returned to his residence for dinner. For dinner, he had a deliciously roasted pandaren.
The golden pandaren sat cross-legged on the plate, lifelike. Garrosh picked up the knife and was about to feast when a figure suddenly appeared.
It was a human in black robes with a thin face, black hair and black beard. He nodded to Garrosh and then disappeared.
Garrosh panicked, dropped the knife in his hand on the table, and hurriedly looked around.
"Are you looking for me?" The golden-roasted panda opened his mouth to speak.
Garrosh was stunned, understanding that this was a brilliant magic, and speaking through the roasted pandaren, he hurriedly asked: "What do you have to say, sir?"
The Pandaren grinned, showing his white teeth: "Garrosh, I used to be very optimistic about you and helped you replace Thrall, but you have disappointed me so much."
Garrosh was panic-stricken, his shoulders shaking like chaff, and he said tremblingly: "I'm sorry."
The Pandaren sighed and said: "The Holy Light has allowed you to be reborn. I hope you can learn from the previous lessons. But I don't understand. Even little Jaina can't deal with it? Where was your courage in blowing up Theramore?"
You know, you are like a dog owned by Gianna now."
Garrosh lowered his head in grievance and resigned, "I admit that I cannot compare to her in terms of strength or means."
Pandaren hate iron but cannot make steel:
"Strength and means are secondary. You have lost the courage that an orc should have. The people of the Kingdom of Stormwind are infected with the unclean Holy Light. Jaina ordered you to be the vanguard. In fact, she is using you as a test. If you are attacked by the unclean Holy Light,
Due to light pollution, you will become an abandoned son of the Legion of Light, lose everything you have, and become like a lonely ghost. You are dead, Garrosh."
Garrosh was horrified and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Sir, save me."
The Pandaren sneered: "You already know it's a trap, do you have the guts to resist Jaina?"
Garrosh clenched his fists angrily, but finally loosened his fists little by little. His ferocious face stretched out, looking a bit funny. He really didn't have the guts to confront Jaina head-on.
The Pandaren said helplessly: "It seems you can't deal with Jaina without my help. For some reason, I can't attack directly and must rely on trickery."
Garrosh's eyes lit up, this was his favorite method.
The Pandaren paused: "I once cursed a group of traveling merchants and turned them into black knights. They helped me plunder artifacts and excavate Titan ruins. In the Barrens, the black knights once unearthed some terrible things.
It had to be sealed, and it wasn't long before a group of dwarves discovered it."
Garrosh thought for a while and tried to ask: "The Bael Modan excavation site in the Barrens?"
The Pandaren nodded: "The dwarves think this is a Titan ruins. They once excavated a cursed object called Tears of the Moon. Stupid dwarves, they don't know that the Bael Modan excavation site hides terrible secrets."
, that is not a power they can control."
Garrosh asked curiously: "What is hidden inside?"
The pandaren sneered: "If I tell you the truth, I won't be able to deceive Jaina. You send your most reliable cronies to capture the Bael Modan excavation site and expel the dwarves. Try to be as hidden as possible. Don't worry that Jaina won't find out.
She has planted spies beside you. Jaina is too greedy, and this is her weakness."
Garrosh understood and forced an ugly smile: "Thank you for your help, sir."
The panda's head tilted to the left, its neck was broken, and its head fell to the ground, rolling around.
Without further ado, Garrosh didn't even eat dinner and immediately started preparing. A group of lightforged quilboars took advantage of the darkness to kill at the Bael Modan Excavation Site.
After a fierce battle, most of the dwarves in the Bael Modan Excavation Site were killed. General Tavern Blade led a small number of dwarves to break through and escape into Dustwallow Marsh.
As expected, Garrosh's secret operation was not hidden from Jaina. Jaina was so familiar with Dustwallow Marsh that she sent her cronies to successfully find Tavenbrad.
Jaina ignored the filth of the swamp and entered Dustwallow Marsh to interrogate him personally.
Tavern Blade was covered in blood, his purple beard stained with blood, and he stared at Jaina coldly, with a look of disdain on his face.
Jaina smiled and said: "Garrosh hates me so much. I guess he will take action. I didn't expect the raid on the Bael Modan excavation site. Tell me what is hidden there. Of course, you don't have to tell me."
, I have all the ways to make you speak."
Tavernblad shouted stubbornly: "Dwarves will never yield in the face of torture."
Jaina shook her head and smiled: "Torture? You underestimate me too much. You know that I am a magician. Magic will make you obey me and tell you everything you know."
Tavern Blade's eyes rolled wildly: "Okay, let me tell you, there is something weird about that excavation site. We once unearthed a cursed object called Tears of the Moon, which turned a worker into a stone jaw. I realized it.
Dangerous, I originally planned to end the excavation, but Ironforge has been putting pressure on me. To be honest, although we have been excavation over the years, it is actually just a show."
Jaina asked with interest: "What kind of danger is it?"
Tavern Blade said honestly:
"The terrible curse. I thought it was a curse of flesh and blood, but as we dug deeper, we realized something was wrong. We dug a huge cave, and there was a terrible pressure, as if there was a dragon inside. Even the bravest dwarves could
We dare not go in. We once did an experiment with a deer. A rope was attached to the deer's body. We drove it into a cave and pulled it out. It turned into a baby thunder lizard. No one could give a reasonable explanation."