Chapter 322: Twilight's Hammer of Stormwind City I
A person's confidence is directly proportional to power and strength. Today, Jaina is very powerful and has her own power. Although she is still afraid of Thrall, she sometimes dares to contradict him outright:
Staring at the arrogant and domineering Thrall in the mirror, Jaina, wrapped in a bath towel, was a little unhappy and retorted:
"Sal, I know your vicious plan, but what can you do to help? You can't do anything. What I hope to get is substantive help, not those shameless propaganda."
"Jaina!" Thrall was a little angry. He raised his fangs and said: "If you can't do it, my people can also contact King Varian. It doesn't have to be to make him surrender to me honestly.
I need your help."
"If I can't do it, and you can't do it, how do you think the orcs will be treated in Stormwind City? I heard that the Black Dragon Princess likes delicious orcs very much." Jaina spared no effort to ridicule.
"Damn Black Dragon Princess, I must kill her and hang her head on the city gate of Orgrimmar. I swear, I will definitely do it." Thrall was angry and turned to stare at Ji fiercely.
Anna: "Jaina, don't underestimate us orcs. There are still remnants of the orc cult in Stormwind City, and they are now controlled by the Twilight Hammer."
"Twilight's Hammer?" Upon hearing the name, Jaina took a breath of cold air.
The Twilight's Hammer is an evil organization. Its original founder was the ogre Cho'gall. This two-headed ogre from the outside world was originally a loyal believer of Gul'dan. The Twilight's Hammer claims to worship the ancient god.
But their real purpose is to use the power of the ancient gods to fulfill their ambitions.
The main reason why this organization is difficult to eliminate is that it has supporters in both the Alliance and the Horde. It is no secret that Thrall works closely with the Twilight Hammer. Some of the dirty work of the Horde is handled by the Twilight Hammer.
When the Alliance accuses the Horde of barbaric behavior, it often leaves the Twilight's Hammer to take the blame.
The Horde is immortal, and the Twilight's Hammer will always exist and live forever.
"I can't even see King Varian. I don't believe the Twilight Hammer can do it." Jaina said with a mocking look, refusing to believe Thrall's lies.
"Hahaha!" Sal said with a proud smile:
"You probably don't know that Prince Anduin, the son of King Varian and the only heir designated by Medivh for the Alliance, is already a member of the Twilight Hammer. Although he is still a child, you should never underestimate a child.
ambition."
"What a hell." Jaina cursed in a low voice. No matter how hard she calculated, she could not consider Prince Anduin. He was only a nine-year-old child. People who were born into the royal family were said to be conspirators by nature. This was too much.
It's too early to mature.
"Don't argue." Aegwynn's face was as dark as water, and his cold gaze swept across the faces of Thrall and Jaina. Both of them were frightened by the momentum of the former guardian, and they remained silent and did not dare to speak.
Aegwynn said seriously:
"Remember, this is a great undertaking. Only the orcs who have made enough achievements in Azeroth can receive generous rewards from the Burning Legion. Our plan is grand and far-reaching. The ancient gods and Titan guardians are all with us.
Within the ranks of clearing. Now we are facing only some elementary enemies, the demon hunter Illidan,
Lich King Arthas and Deathwing, if you can't even achieve this, how can you get the favor of the Legion? There will be no need for the orcs to exist. Jaina, you need the help of the Twilight Hammer, Reginald
·Marshal Windsor, Prince Anduin, I believe that with their help, you will definitely be able to meet King Varian."
Gianna was lying on the comfortable bed, thinking about it. She must formulate a complete plan.
Everyone knows that the power of the Ancient God is very dangerous, but who doesn't covet the power of the Ancient God? Not everyone who is close to the Ancient God will go crazy. For example, the ogre Kor'gall, his evil nature has not changed.
, not crazy at all.
Anduin, a member of the Twilight Hammer, was obsessed with the power of the ancient gods. Jaina stretched out her jade-like arms, grabbed the air hard, and said with great confidence:
"I've got you, poor Anduin, and you can't escape my grasp."
Jaina had her own ideas, and sometimes she was too superstitious about her own charm. Instead of going directly to see Marshal Reginald Windsor, she went to see the Grand Duke of Stormwind City, Bolvar Fordragon.
Bolvar Fordragon received Jaina as she should. After all, Jaina is the leader of Theramore and occupies a very delicate position between the Alliance and the Horde.
In Stormwind City, which is close to the seaside, although spring is approaching, it is still very cold at this time. Fordagon sat beside the extinguished stove, staring at the cold ashes:
"I know your purpose, Jaina. Thrall is almost in dire straits, and you are lobbying for him. When Arthas comes back, it will be the day Orgrimmar is destroyed. You want the Alliance to help you stop it."
The Scourge. This is impossible. I will never negotiate with the Horde. The only place we can meet the orcs is on the battlefield."
"Don't be so decisive, my dear Duke." Jaina took off her cloak, and a servant took it and hung it up for her. At this moment, Jaina's upper body was wearing a tight top, which outlined her beautiful breast shape.
"You are the Grand Duke of Stormwind City. To be honest, this position is a gift from House Wrynn. They can grant you power, but they can also take it away easily. When King Varian takes power, what will happen to you? I
Guess he will definitely send you to the battlefield where you will die and let you die like a hero, don't you think about yourself?"
Bolvar raised his eyebrows slightly. This strong man had a strong will and said disapprovingly:
"Ms. Jaina, I know who you are serving, and I also understand that Varian will definitely do this, but this is not the reason for me to cooperate with the Horde. I have seen with my own eyes what the orcs have done to the Kingdom of Stormwind.
crime. Varian told me that the new Horde led by Thrall and the
It was different from before. As a result, they destroyed Lordaeron, massacred Silvermoon City, and blamed the Scourge. The orcs were different from before. They became more insidious and good at disguise. You know, Varian hated it very much.
His own stupidity is why he is addicted to having fun."
"It seems that you are very stubborn, Your Majesty the Duke." Jaina sensed her failure, and the Duke looked at her like a strong and dirty ogre, cautious and full of disgust: "Dear Duke Fordagon
,I think you know,Katlana Presto is a
The head of the black dragon, she built a lair in Dustwallow Swamp. Well, that was long before I entered Theramore. The black dragon princess does not like human interference. She entered Stormwind City out of personal grudges against me. You should
You know how important Theramore is to the Alliance and the Horde."
Bolvar said expressionlessly: "I don't like beating around the bush, Ms. Jaina, if you and your Theramore are destroyed, I will be very happy, so I will not send reinforcements to Theramore."
The Duke's attitude finally angered Jaina. She stood up and shouted in a high voice: "You will regret it, Bolvar. You refused the friendship of the tribe. You can never hope to secure your position as the Grand Duke of Stormwind City. You should
Understand that cooperating with the tribe and being Thrall's loyal lackey is your only way out."
Bolvar waved his hand, as if he was driving away a nasty fly: "Let's go, get out of here! Never come back again, you are not welcome in Stormwind City, Ms. Jaina, by the way, say hello to your father for me."
Jaina grabbed the cloak given by the servant and put it on her body randomly. After saying goodbye, she did not forget to taunt:
"You don't want to be Thrall's dog, but King Varian is very willing. The child king is destined to serve his master. This has already been destined."
Bolvar stared at the cold ashes for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. (To be continued)