Jaina, who was born three years before the Dark Portal, is now almost thirty years old.
But Jaina, with her natural beauty, remains a rare beauty.
Especially her noble demeanor as a queen, and the natural charm she gained after practicing magic, every smile and frown exudes a captivating allure.
When Varian learned that Jaina was requesting an audience, he initially paid no attention.
But as soon as Varian saw Jaina approaching gracefully, her alluring figure immediately captivated him.
Jaina didn't take Varian seriously, merely fulfilling her polite formalities, and said expressionlessly:
"The Scourge is wreaking havoc, Azeroth is on the brink of destruction. The Alliance must fulfill its responsibility. We urge His King to send troops to wipe out the Evil Scourge."
"Of course, of course."
Varian's eyes never left Jaina. With a flourish of his pen, he casually signed the royal decree, ordering the Kingdom of Stormwind to mobilize an army of 100,000 for an expedition to Northrend.
In fact, Varian's order was merely a formality.
Jaina was the leader of the Peace Dove had completely taken control of Kingdom of Stormwind; King Varian was merely a figurehead.
After waiting for three days in Stormwind City, Jaina finally saw the arrival of the Kingdom of Stormwind's army.
Upon seeing the army summoned by the Peace Dove at Stormwind City Harbor, Jaina turned pale with anger.
Varian issued an order to mobilize an army of 100,000, but the number of soldiers he managed to muster was less than 2,000.
Looking at these soldiers, the youngest was only five years old, sucking his fingers in confusion, while the oldest was over ninety, his eyesight failing, and he had no idea what was happening.
The old are old, the young are young, and the few hundred able-bodied men are mostly disabled. They are dressed in tattered clothes, like a group of beggars, all of them pale and thin, some even appearing as if a gust of wind could blow them over.
A force of two thousand men couldn't find a single qualified soldier.
"These are the soldiers you found for me."
An enraged Jaina raised her hand, and an invisible magic lifted the official carrying the Peace Dove.
The Peace Dove official was old, with white hair and beard, and was very frail. He had been tormented by Jaina and nearly passed out.
"Queen Jaina, please calm your anger," the official said, coughing. "We've tried everything, but Kingdom of Stormwind simply can't find any more soldiers."
Jaina coldly replied, "You're telling me you don't have any soldiers? The Kingdom of Stormwind has a population of several million, with Stormwind City alone having two hundred thousand inhabitants. I don't need a hundred thousand troops; five thousand elite soldiers will suffice."
The elderly official, filled with righteous indignation and resentment, said:
"Humans are so cunning. They plotted to destroy Azeroth. A few years ago, Stormwind City had more than 200,000 people, but after just a few northern expeditions, some fled and others sought refuge. Although they still claim to have 200,000, the actual population is less than 20,000."
"Twenty thousand?"
Jaina was shocked. The once glorious and magnificent Stormwind City, the political and economic center of the Eastern Kingdoms, had fallen to such a state in just a few years!
Varian truly deserves to be called the greatest King in human history; his achievements are unparalleled.
Jaina still wouldn't give up. "Why not gather the farmers outside Stormwind City?"
The official said indignantly:
"Humans are truly despicable. We only took their property and food, yet they dared to rebel, risking their lives. Now, Elwynn Forest is teeming with bandits and thieves, and Stormwind City has lost control of the surrounding area. Even the Stormwind City guards dare not leave the city gates."
Jaina was helpless; it seemed the Kingdom of Stormwind was on the verge of collapse.
The number of troops was far below expectations at two thousand, but Jaina had no choice but to mobilize ships to transport the two thousand Alliance soldiers to Northrend first.
Low combat effectiveness doesn't matter; they're just cannon fodder anyway.
To show her sincerity, two thousand soldiers were far from enough; Jaina's bottom line was five thousand soldiers to get by, and the rest would have to be replenished from Theramore.
Theramore has a total population of over 20,000, and those who dare to venture into such a harsh place are almost all young and strong, with very few old, weak, sick, or disabled. It would not be difficult to select 3,000 soldiers from among them.
Unfortunately, Theramore's population is a mixed bag, consisting mostly of wanted criminals, deserters, notorious adventurers, and criminals from various kingdoms—a typical group of seasoned Veterans.
When the people of Theramore heard that Jaina was going to rally soldiers to fight the Scourge, they cheered enthusiastically, all expressing their willingness to fight for Queen Jaina.
Jaina felt a little giddy, never expecting that she possessed such great charm.
After selecting three thousand soldiers, Jaina prepared twenty ships, along with a large amount of food and fresh water.
The next morning, before dawn, bad news arrived: all twenty ships were leaking and needed major repairs; no one knew who had done it.
Jaina was enraged and decided to use her precious spellcasting materials to directly open a Portal to Northrend.
The Portal had just been prepared when something happened that infuriated Jaina: all three thousand soldiers collapsed and fell ill.
Jaina went to the barracks to check on him and found that he wasn't faking illness, but was genuinely sick.
To avoid dying in Northrend, these Veteran went to great lengths to contract diseases.
Before Jaina, the Veterans wept bitterly, their cries filled with sorrow.
"Queen Jaina, we are more than willing to fight for Azeroth and destroy the Evil Scourge, but alas, fate has other plans. If I weren't bedridden, I would crawl all the way to Northrend."
Jaina was utterly exasperated, completely defeated, and helpless against these Veterans.
With no other options, Jaina ordered the Peace Dove to select three thousand men from among the candidates of the Argent Crusade, barely managing to gather five thousand soldiers, who then marched in a grand procession to Northrend.
With the Wrathgate blocking their way, they couldn't enter Icecrown Citadel by land. Jaina then enlisted Rhonin's help to transport the five thousand soldiers to the Dark Cathedral using Dalaran.
The Dark Cathedral, the Legendary where Tirion Fordring defeated the Lich King, is where Jaina met Sylvanas.
Sylvanas brought few soldiers, fewer than a hundred Royal Dreadguard.
Jaina went to great lengths to gather soldiers, working tirelessly and diligently.
The Alliance and Horde were supposed to join forces to attack the Scourge Army, but seeing that Sylvanas had only brought this few people, Jaina showed displeasure and protested:
"Sylvanas, why haven't I seen Forsaken soldiers?"
Sylvanas smiled and pointed to Jaina's troops, saying, "My soldiers will arrive after all your soldiers have fallen."
Jaina frowned deeply and snapped, "Dark Banshee, is this your plan? I won't let you have your way."
Sylvanas simply smiled and said, "Little girl, don't get angry. Everything can be discussed."
The two women entered the Dark Cathedral, and no one knows how they discussed it, but Jaina agreed to mix the Plague into the food of the five thousand Cannon Fodder Troops.
This is a chronic Plague; when they are killed, the Forgotten Ones are resurrected many times over.
The Alliance and the Horde joined forces once again, and led by Jaina and Sylvanas, launched the first attack on Pit of Saron.