Chapter eight hundred and ninety-fifth: true dragon disguise
Kits looked at Garrosh in surprise. He didn't expect that the main messenger who kidnapped Prince Anduin turned out to be an orc.
Next to Garrosh, stood a fat female orc, gorgeously dressed, covered in gold and jewels. The female orc showed a false smile and took Kits' hand affectionately:
"Haha, Your Majesty the King, I am Doras, a businessman. My biggest dream is to expand my business to the Eastern Kingdom. The Alliance and the Horde are one family, and they can exchange their needs regardless of each other. I have some very good
The goods, the high elf woman from Silvermoon City..."
Doras was eloquent and tried her best to win over her. Kites' face was hot, but he was secretly regretful that he was too fat and not his type.
Garrosh asked Kits to take a seat and said boldly:
"My father, Grom Hellscream, is one of the best heroes among the orcs. What I admire most in my life is heroes. Heroes should cherish each other and cooperate with each other. We have a common enemy, and that is Thrall. Without Thrall,
, Jaina will not betray you."
In the past few days, Kits had been tricked by Duke Bolvar and realized that Garrosh and Thrall had an incompatible relationship. Garrosh teamed up with King Saurfang and successfully suppressed Thrall.
However, there is also intelligence that shows that the cooperation between Garrosh and Saurfang is not monolithic. There are also many conflicts between the two and they have plotted against each other many times.
Kits quickly concluded that the kidnapping was a unilateral action by Garrosh, and Saurfang was not involved.
"Where is Prince Anduin now?" Kits asked.
"Prince Anduin is very safe."
Garrosh grinned and mocked loudly:
"It's really interesting. His biological father is preparing a fake black dragon head, but you, the impostor, are concerned about the prince's safety. I think Anduin will definitely recognize you more."
Doras secretly glanced at Garrosh, worried that he had offended Gitus, and hurriedly said to please: "Your Majesty, it is to cooperate with you that you invited Prince Anduin. We have no ill intentions at all.
It’s for the peace of the Alliance and the Horde.”
Gitus glanced at Garrosh: "Sorry, I'm not the king of Stormwind City yet."
Garrosh said mysteriously:
"Your Majesty, people can be bought, as long as the price is sufficient. As long as I give the order, King Varian will be dead, and you will ascend the throne."
Kits looked at Garrosh in surprise. This orc seemed simple and honest, but was actually very shrewd. He asked tentatively: "The condition for killing King Varian is our cooperation?"
Garrosh nodded:
"We need to cooperate sincerely to help each other eliminate each other's potential enemies. This is a win-win cooperation. My goal is that whatever Thrall supports, I will definitely oppose it. If Thrall wants to conquer the Lich King, I will
To cause trouble and prevent him from accomplishing anything."
Kits looked puzzled: "Aren't you worried about Arthas conquering Orgrimmar?"
Garrosh laughed: "As long as Arthas helps me kill Thrall and Saurfang, I welcome him with both hands and feet. The old tribe led by Thrall is outdated, and their barbaric behavior must be punished. I
It is necessary to establish a new tribe, advocating freedom and civilization, with the orcs from the outside world as the main force, and living in peace with all races in Azeroth."
Kits doesn't believe in the so-called "freedom, civilization, and peaceful coexistence". The nature of the orcs will not change, but this cooperation is exactly what Kits wants.
"Very good, let's let Thrall down. If I become the king of Stormwind City, the Alliance will never participate in the Northern Expedition, otherwise it will definitely die a good death."
Garrosh was overjoyed: "I knew you were a wise king, haha. I have seen Thrall cry bitterly and step down from the position of chief. I will turn him into a dog, just like him."
If you treat my father like that, then, Your Majesty, who is the enemy you want to get rid of?"
"Jaina!" Kits blurted out, with several candidates in mind, such as Ronin, Khadgar, Marcus Jonathan, etc.
Garrosh narrowed his eyes and sneered: "I promise you, I will destroy Jaina and her Theramore together."
In a secret manor in Elwynn Forest, Fording sent someone to deliver a huge frozen dragon head. This was the head of a black dragon. Even after it had been dead for many years, it still retained its ferocious appearance.
The people escorting the goods were members of the Argent Dawn. The matter was urgent. The Argent Dawn used teleportation spells to teleport the goods to the Tower of Azura, and then hired carriages to transport them there at night.
Next, some processing needs to be done. After all, there is a big difference between the horns of female dragons and male dragons. The person responsible for this work is Shattrath City's famous counterfeiter and peerless treasure merchant Grivolta, who is known for his exquisite craftsmanship.
This made Gianna very relieved.
In order to prevent long nights and nightmares, Grivolta led several assistants to work day and night. When they were tired, they would rest on the workbench for a while. Even so, Varian was still not satisfied.
"We must speed up." Varian kept urging.
Grivolta defended helplessly: "Your Majesty the King, this is a pseudo-dragon head. If you want to disguise it as a real dragon, it must undergo special processing. There is no rush."
"What is a pseudodragon?" Varian asked curiously.
Beside Varian were two guards arranged by Jaina, the blood elf Valeela and the night druid Broll Bearskin, both of whom showed interest.
Grivolta patiently explained:
"The dragons are beings forcibly converted by Titans. They will give birth to super geniuses, but most of them will be defective offspring. The pseudo-dragons and real dragons are generally the same in appearance, but there is a huge difference in soul. The IQ of the pseudo-dragon is very poor.
, just like domestic animals, they cannot learn magic."
Varian said displeased: "Since the appearance is the same, why does it need special processing? Are you delaying time? Deliberately ruining my important event?"
Grivolta was very aggrieved: "Your Majesty, the real dragon has dragon power, which is equivalent to the king's temperament. Even after they die, they can still be powerful in all directions, but the false dragon does not, such as the Duke of Bolvar and Archbishop Benedicta.
You can see through it at a glance, I must pretend to be the power of a real dragon."
Varian was still unwilling to give up and said with a glare: "I need to complete it as quickly as possible. I will give you three days at most, otherwise I will send them all to Storm Prison."
Grivolta was so frightened that he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, please spare your life. Three days is too late. It takes time to create a fake dragon power, at least seven days."
Varian became angry, grabbed Grivolta's collar, and threatened loudly:
"Listen up, you dirty old troll, the Scourge is raging, Azeroth is in danger, in order to save Azeroth, we are willing to sacrifice our lives at any time, but you are here passively slacking off, in three days,
If you can’t finish it, I’ll take your head to blame.”
Grivolta was so frightened that he burst into tears and said, "Your Majesty, even if you want to kill me, three days is not enough."
At this moment, a mysterious horn sound came from outside the window, which sounded like some kind of mournful music, played for mourners. Varian was surprised when he suddenly noticed that the person in front of him had changed.
Grivolta, the old troll stood up straight and said with a smile: "Your Majesty the King, the real dragon head you want can be completed tomorrow."