It is now the twenty-first year of the Dark Portal, and the Battle of Mount Hyjal has just ended.
Many years ago, the young and energetic King Varian did not like to deal with political affairs and left all the affairs of the kingdom to Duke Bolvar.
At that time, there were still many escaped orcs remaining in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and they continued to attack the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind and captured them for food. The people were miserable.
Tired of hunting, King Varian led an elite force to join the hunt for the orcs.
After all, it was the king himself who set an example, and the lords from various places were willing to sacrifice their lives. Orcs were constantly being captured, and the situation gradually stabilized.
According to the suggestions of the lords, these man-eating beasts should all be killed, blood for blood, tooth for tooth.
But no one knew what King Varian was thinking, and he actually sent them all to Stormwind City Prison, where they were fed and fed, and meat was guaranteed to be eaten at every meal.
The prison in Stormwind City was quickly overcrowded. As more and more orcs poured in, Duke Bolvar had no choice but to open the underground fortress of Stormwind City to raise orcs.
Little is known about the underground fortress of Stormwind City. It is an extremely strong fortress whose builder is unknown.
Back then, the ancestors of the Stormwind Kingdom went south and started a fierce war with the gnolls. In addition to fighting for land, they also wanted the ownership of this underground fortress, which the gnolls regarded as a holy land.
It's a pity that history likes to forget. During the years of peace, the Wrynn family forgot about the existence of this fortress. It was not until the Stonemason's Guild rebuilt Stormwind City that the underground fortress saw the light of day again.
With the increase in the number of orcs, the rising food costs have given Duke Bolvar a huge headache. Hundreds of businesses in the Kingdom of Stormwind are waiting to be prospered, and countless places are waiting for money.
More than once, he planned to sneak into the underground fortress and wanted to burn it all with fire.
This situation lasted for many years. In the sixteenth year of the Dark Portal, Stormwind City launched a riot because of unpaid wages to the Stonemason Guild.
Afterwards, many nobles questioned where the money was used.
Duke Bolvar, who was loyal to House Wrynn, was in trouble. He dared not say that he would use it to feed the orcs.
Tyrande and Malfurion rushed to Stormwind City, refused Duke Bolvar's invitation, and insisted on entering the Stormwind City Prison to select some prisoners.
Duke Bolvar was puzzled. Stormwind City Prison was just a group of dirty prisoners. How could it arouse the interest of this couple? In the eyes of humans, night elves are all germaphobic.
Under the leadership of the Duke, the couple visited Stormwind City Prison. Tyrande's face became increasingly ugly, and finally she couldn't help but ask:
"Duke Bolvar, I heard that there are many orcs imprisoned in Stormwind City. Why haven't I seen any of them in Stormwind City Prison? If we are considered allies, I need an explanation."
Duke Bolvar looked at Tyrande suspiciously and asked curiously: "Dear Priestess, what do you need the orcs for?"
"I have my own uses." Tyrande said calmly.
Duke Bolvar secretly calculated that in order to feed the orcs, he would have to spend a large amount of taxes every year.
Now that King Varian is away, the night elves are allies in their honeymoon period after all, so why not give it to them to show your sincerity?
"How many orcs do you need?" Lord Bolvar asked.
"The more, the merrier."
That night, in a mountain col near Stormwind City, Tyrande and Malfurion saw a mass of black orcs, totaling five thousand green-skinned orcs.
Tyrande was surprised, this was several times more than she expected.
Looking at the relieved Duke Bolvar, Tyrande understood something.
"Priestess Tyrande, the orcs are a group of ferocious beasts. Please be careful. I don't know what use they will have to you. Of course, you don't have to answer. We are willing to provide seven days of rations."
Malfurion carefully observed this group of orcs. Most of them were strong and strong, with only a few old, weak and sick. They looked like an elite army and nodded towards Tyrande.
Tyrande said to Duke Bolvar with satisfaction: "We don't need rations, we just need the help of the court mages to open a portal, and the target is Dalaran."
What do you mean? Do you want to use these orcs to conquer Dalaran?
Duke Bolvar quickly rejected this idea. After all, these orcs had no armor, no weapons, and no logistics support. How could they fight the Dalaran mage with their fists?
As the regent of Stormwind City, Duke Bolvar is not an honest man. Although he is loyal to House Wrynn and will not disobey King Varian's orders, he also has his own methods.
Bolvar is most worried about the orcs running out of the underground fortress and causing chaos in Stormwind City.
Although this group of orcs are physically strong, Bolvar secretly mixed chronic poison into their food. Being corroded by the poison all the year round, the orcs have long been strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
"No problem." Bolvar agreed happily.
Bolvar returned to Stormwind City to summon the court mages. Tyrande stood on a boulder, condescending and said in a majestic voice: "From now on, I am your master. What I need is the loyalty to the orc warchief."
The orcs looked at the thin Tyrande, and most of them smiled sarcastically. If there were no ropes to restrain their hands, they would probably tear Tyrande into pieces and eat him.
Tyrande began to recite a spell silently, and the arcane energy formed countless plum petals, which penetrated into the orc's eyebrows one after another. Tyrande's relationship with the moon god Elune was different from before, and she did not care about exposing her strength.
"Death." Tyrande said viciously.
As the explosion sounded, nearly five hundred orcs were blown into pieces, and their flesh and blood covered the ground.
The orcs were frightened and all trembled.
"More death." Tyrande's voice sounded like death coming.
This time, nearly a thousand orcs were blown to pieces.
The shadow of death loomed over them, and the orcs knelt on the ground one after another, begging Tyrande for his life.
This extremely terrifying scene not only frightened the orcs, but also the human soldiers who were maintaining order on the side. The beautiful Tyrande was like a demon in their eyes.
"Submit to me, or choose death?" Tyrande's voice became more majestic.
There was another simultaneous explosion, and a thousand orcs were blown into pieces of flesh and blood.
The orcs were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were split apart, and many orcs were so frightened that they cried loudly.
Tyrande nodded with satisfaction. Just as she said to Luna, although Maiev is excellent, she is not cunning and insidious enough. Tyrande has another advantage, that is, she is vicious enough.
Tyrande knew how to gain the loyalty of the orcs, just as the orc chieftains had done, filling their hearts with the fear of death.
Turning to face the pale human guards, Tyrande smiled with a smile as warm as a spring breeze: "Soldiers, you can release the shackles of the orcs. From now on, they are my slaves."
When Duke Bolvar arrived with the court mage, he found that half of the orcs were missing. The surviving orcs were diligently collecting the flesh and blood on the ground, which would be their rations in the near future.
"This Tyrande... what a terrible method." Bolvar shook his head and ignored it. In his opinion, the death of the orcs was not a pity.
Before dawn, the team led by Maiev Shadowsong arrived in Dalaran.
"Oh my god, a floating city, how is this possible?"
Maiev finally suffered the loss of the intelligence. After all, Tyrande was the leader of the night elves and could get first-hand intelligence information, while Maiev was just a warden.
From the oracle of the Moon God, Maiev learned that "Illidan" rebuilt Dalaran, but the Moon God did not explain in detail that it was a floating city.
Maiev looked up at Dalaran in mid-air and thought to herself: How should I get up there?