Chapter eight hundred and fifty first: the return of the king
Eitrigg's leather boots stepped on the cold stone slabs, his face arrogant, like a noble king.
This is Rhaegar's training ground for the gladiators of Earth's Fury, with various ferocious humanoid creatures imprisoned in sturdy wooden cages.
Eitrigg stopped in front of a wooden cage holding a tauren. He looked at the ferocious tauren gladiator and kept licking his lips.
The clever Rhaegar of Earth's Fury hurriedly ordered the minotaurs to be slaughtered and cooked. Although he lost a good gladiator, he was able to win Lord Eitrigg's favor. This deal was a very good deal.
Rhaegar Earthfury was originally a powerful orc gladiator. Although he successfully redeemed himself and became the leader of the gladiators and a slave owner, he knew that this road would be difficult to go far.
He dreams of being appreciated by the savior Thrall and embarking on the path of joining the army or politics.
To please Eitrigg is an important step in realizing your ideal.
Soon the chef brought the roasted beef. Eitrigg ate it with big mouthfuls. His tense expression relaxed slightly and asked: "How is the strength of the human who was sent here a few years ago?"
Rega immediately showed a smart and capable expression and said flatteringly:
"In order to complete the savior's commission, I specially hired the blood elf thief Valeera Sagunar and the night druid Broll Bearskin at a high price. They are the best gladiator coaches in Azeroth. They are the same as that human being.
Eat and live with him, teach him his fighting skills day and night."
Eitrigg looked stern and asked displeasedly: "I ask again, what is his strength? You must answer truthfully, otherwise..."
The muscles on Rhaegar's face trembled, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, crying bitterly: "General Eitrigg, that human has limited potential and is really not suitable to be a gladiator. Now he can barely defeat an ordinary man.
Orc soldier, I've tried my best, it's really not my fault."
Eitrigg gritted his teeth in anger, stepped on Rhaegar's face, and ravaged him:
"You are such a waste. Lord Savior thought he could grow into a warrior on his own. You have disappointed me so much. How can I report to Lord Savior?"
As a gladiator leader, Rhaegar did not know the true identity of the human being nicknamed "Ghost Wolf", but his potential was really poor and he was not worthy of this title at all. If Thrall hadn't said hello in advance, he would have died cruelly.
The arena is on.
Rhaegar was beaten so hard that his bones were broken and his tendons were broken. It seemed that he would die at any time. Eitrigg finally vented his anger:
"Stupid Rhaegar Earthfury, you secretly arranged to let the human and his two coaches escape together. I will let the tauren Hamuur rune totem secretly support them. Their target is Theramore, and Ji
Meeting with Ms. Anna.”
Rhaegar reluctantly got up, spit out a mouthful of blood and said, "Yes, the noble Lord Eitrigg."
Stormwind City.
Robbie successfully met Duke Bolvar and the black dragon princess Onyxia. During the days when the king was missing, these two had been the highest authority in charge of Stormwind City.
In the past few years, the Kingdom of Stormwind has been able to cultivate its health and recuperate. Taxes have been sufficient, the national treasury has gradually become abundant, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.
"You must be prepared, the fake king is coming back." Robbie warned solemnly: "Although he is not the original Varian Wrynn, he is Varian's brother after all.
The blood of the Ryan family also has the right to inherit the Kingdom of Storm."
Duke Bolvar looked sad and frowned: "So the peaceful days of Stormwind Kingdom are over?"
Robbie nodded.
Duke Bolvar stood up and said impassionedly:
"In the past few years, Thrall, in the name of Guardian Medivh, has continued to force the Alliance to send troops. In the Molten Core battle, I just organized forty adventurers to deal with it, and at the same time secretly assisted Ragnaros to escape. Black Wings
During the Battle of the Nest, I helped Nefarian escape the pursuit of Guardian Medivh and preserve the research results of colorful dragons. I will never give up this time."
The Black Dragon Princess smiled evilly: "I've had enough of Thrall who harbors evil intentions. Now he still wants to control the Kingdom of Stormwind. I won't let him get his wish."
Robbie knew very well that the Scourge Corps' time was running out, and Duke Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess alone could not stop the king from returning.
"You have done a good job." Robbie said with a look of helplessness on his face: "Now we can only try our best to prevent the fake king from entering Stormwind City and cause him enough trouble. After Varian regains power, you need to leave
Stormwind City, preserve your strength, there is no need to confront the guardian head-on."
Robbie's opinion represents the Scourge Corps, and both Duke Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess understand it.
Theramore.
Gianna looked at the middle-aged man in front of her. He was older than Gianna, with a strong build and bulging muscles. It was obvious that the exercise in the past few years had some effect, but his eyes were evasive and he seemed to lack confidence.
"Do you know your true identity?" Jaina asked.
The man stared blankly at Gianna. He had never seen such a beautiful woman.
In fact, in the cruel and bloody arena career, most of them are male creatures full of muscles. Although the blood elf thief Valeera is also a beauty, her superb killing skills always make people shudder, and it is really difficult to fight with them.
Women associate together.
"They say I am the king of Stormwind City." The man said naively, somewhat confused.
Jaina stood up and responded with a gentle smile, which made the man's heart tremble.
"Yes, you are the king of Stormwind City, and your name is Varian Wrynn, but you must remember that the great savior Thrall will always be your master, and you are just Thrall's humble slave. You must
Obey all his commands."
The man's simple mind didn't think there was anything wrong, and he repeated honestly:
"I am Varian Wrynn, the king of Stormwind City. Thrall, the savior, is my master. I am his humble slave. Okay, I remember."
Jaina thought carefully. She knew that Duke Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess would definitely join forces to resist the king's return. It would not be an easy task for the bloodline of the Wrynn family to regain the throne of King of Stormwind City.
If the guardian Medivh came forward, it would be easy without any difficulty, but Jaina did not want to rely on Medivh's help for everything.
No matter what, Jaina wants to try her abilities.
Negotiate, or use coercion and inducement, use the influence of Guardian Medivh to make them understand the situation, and force them to accept the king. Jaina made up her mind.
At the port of Stormwind City, the man looked at the busy scene around him in surprise. He had never seen so many people. Large ships were docked in the harbor, and countless porters were busy.
In order to deceive others, Jaina deliberately disguised herself and found a hotel to stay in. This was one of the secret strongholds of the Dove of Peace in Stormwind City.
Jaina ordered Valeera and Broll to protect the man, and she entered Stormwind City to contact the members of the Dove of Peace. She would not take risks herself, but would find a way to negotiate with Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess through the senior leaders of the Dove of Peace.
Among many candidates, Marshal Reginald Windsor is the most suitable one.