As expected of the shrewd and calculating Vol'jin, his words turned Thrall's worries into joy, greatly improving his mood.
In a good mood, Thrall immediately had a hearty appetite and ordered Eitrigg to prepare a feast, during which a Tauren was slaughtered.
Thrall devoured the meat, tossing the gnawed bones to Vol'jin.
Vol'jin smiled and gratefully accepted the bone, chewing it carefully.
In the Horde, receiving a bone as a reward from the Savior Thrall is an immense honor; most people would be moved to tears of gratitude.
But Vol'jin saw it as an insult, yet he endured it well.
"Haha, Vol'jin, you truly are my most trusted strategist. Sylvanas is merely a lowly Banshee; there's no need to take her seriously. But Jaina is highly regarded by the former Guardian, Aegwynn. How can we get Aegwynn to force Jaina to submit?"
Vol'jin chewed the bone, swallowed it forcefully, and replied:
"That's not difficult. Although Aegwynn is a former Guardian, she is still a mother, and Medivh is her weakness. As long as we tell Aegwynn that if Jaina doesn't go, Medivh will have to go, she will be very upset. It's not hard to choose between Medivh and Jaina."
Thrall nodded in satisfaction. This was a win-win situation, as it both pleased Elune, and weakened the power of Theramore and Undercity.
Jaina is becoming increasingly arrogant and is no longer so polite to Thrall.
Sylvanas has always acted independently, and with the ongoing wars in Azeroth, the Forsaken taken the opportunity to grow stronger, which will inevitably threaten the Orcs' dominance in the long run.
Thrall said with ill intent, "That's right, Vol'jin, the task of persuading the former Guardian and the envoy to Undercity is entrusted to you."
A barely perceptible smug look appeared on Vol'jin's lips, but it quickly faded, his face hardening. After considering for a long time, he finally said:
"My Savior, I will do my utmost and risk my life to complete this mission."
Theramore.
Aegwynn wore a golden robe that cinched her waist, making her look less than thirty years old, even younger than Jaina standing beside her.
But at this moment, Aegwynn's brows furrowed, his bright eyes clearly spitting fire, and he viciously threw the cup, smashing it into Vol'jin's forehead.
"Damn it, Thrall really said that? Hmph, with the Moon Goddess backing him up, he doesn't even care about us, mother and son."
Vol'jin knelt on the ground, ignoring the blood streaming down his forehead, barely daring to breathe, and answered nervously:
"My Guardian, I would never lie. The Emissary Lorne was unfortunately captured by the Scourge. Elune, the Elune, originally entrusted this task to Thrall, Thrall, out of cowardice, made excuses and deliberately pushed the matter onto Medivh. I couldn't stand it and said a few words, but Thrall then berated me."
Aegwynn paced back and forth in anger, waving her arms furiously.
"We, mother and son, are the Guardian of Azeroth, not the lackeys of Elune. Hmph, I think Thrall is tired of living. I'll make Orgrimmar bleed rivers and let his Orcs all go to hell."
Upon hearing this, Vol'jin hurriedly advised, "No! The Orcs now have Elune, backing them up. They cannot act rashly."
The claim that Orgrimmar would be stained with blood was merely Aegwynn's empty boasting; she knew the Orcs had a close relationship with the Moon Goddess, otherwise Medivh wouldn't have opened the Dark Portal.
Aegwynn's eyes darted around, temporarily suppressing his anger, he secretly noted this grudge, and asked in a deep voice:
"Vol'jin, everyone says you're resourceful. What do you think we should do about this?"
Vol'jin was prepared, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Since Thrall can delegate this task to others, you can also appoint someone you trust to do it."
Jaina, who was standing nearby, immediately sensed something was wrong. Her beautiful eyes widened, and she glared fiercely at Vol'jin.
Aegwynn's expression shifted, and she coldly gazed at Jaina:
"Jaina, the Emissary Lorne is crucial to the safety of all Azeroth. I have long taught you that saving Azeroth is your duty, and I think you wouldn't refuse."
Jaina dared not disobey Guardian Aegwynn's orders, and bit her lip:
"Rest assured, Guardian, for the sake of Azeroth, I will definitely rescue the Emissary Lorne."
Vol'jin was secretly pleased. In this way, Thrall had offended both Aegwynn and Jaina. Although he didn't know what would happen in the future, the rift had already been created.
Vol'jin then rushed to Undercity without stopping.
Compared to Aegwynn's strong reaction, Sylvanas was much calmer. She listened Anjing to Vol'jin's explanation, pondered for a while, and then waved her hand, saying:
"I understand, Vol'jin. Saving Azeroth is the inescapable responsibility of each and every one of us. We Forsaken are willing to fight for Azeroth."
Vol'jin could only retreat dejectedly; he truly couldn't fathom Sylvanas's temperament.
After Vol'jin left, the Blightcaller jumped up in anger, shouting, "This is Thrall's trick! Your Majesty, you mustn't fall for it!"
Sylvanas simply smiled faintly:
"Although the Orcs' overall strength is not what it used to be, they are still stronger than us Forsaken. We can only choose to be patient for now. Thrall has his tricks, and I have my own ways to deal with them."
Jaina was cunning enough to know that this task was absolutely impossible to complete.
As the saying goes, "The law does not punish the masses." As long as more people are dragged into this mess, even if the Moon Goddess finds out in the future, she will not be able to punish everyone.
Jaina first went to Stormwind City to persuade King Varian to send troops.
The top of Stormwind Keep.
King Varian looked down over Stormwind City from the skylight, gazing at the magnificent buildings and marveling at the wonder of Destiny.
"Is this Azeroth from Parallel Worlds? A chaotic world."
In a Parallel Worlds of Azeroth, Varian Wrynn was merely a fallen nobleman who, relying on the influence of his ancestors, moved about in Stormwind City's high society.
Unfortunately, he couldn't control his temper and accidentally slept with the King's mistress. When the King found out, he found a pretext to imprison him in the Stockade, where he was about to be hanged.
Unexpectedly, when he woke up, Varian appeared in Elwynn Forest, surrounded by a large group of guards and courtiers, all saying that he was the King of Stormwind City.
Orcs, the Dark Portal, the Scourge, the Forsaken, and a series of other unfamiliar terms flooded his mind. These unexpected memories allowed him to understand this world.
Having spent years mingling in high society, Varian was adept at reading people and quick-witted, and he soon accepted this identity.
Stormwind City held a grand welcoming ceremony for the King's victorious return, except for one incident where a strange man without arms jumped down from a tower as he passed through the city gates; otherwise, everything went smoothly.
These past few days, he has been carefully playing the role of King, gradually realizing that he is the greatest King in human history, a wise ruler revered by all people.
Meanwhile, the Kingdom of Stormwind fell apart, famine ravaged the land, countless people lost their homes, and starving people were everywhere. Compared to the time of the Black Dragon Princess's reign, the population had plummeted, with less than one in ten surviving.
Varian was at a loss as to how to resolve the situation, as a group of self-proclaimed Peace Doves had usurped the King's power.
Of course, Varian, a fallen nobleman, had no ambition, was fond of pleasure, and spent his days eating, drinking, and having fun.
Until Jaina arrived.