Sylvanas was aggressive, like a fiery dragon.
Tirion Fordring glanced at the silent Thrall, vaguely guessing what was going on, and then humbly said to Thrall, "Great Savior Thrall, I can assure you, Taelan will never betray us."
Thrall grinned and waved his hand, saying, "Tirion Fordring, before we figure out Taelan's position, I suggest you relinquish command. Of course, you will remain the leader of the Argent Crusade."
Tirion Fordring immediately deflated, meekly agreeing, his mood extremely low.
Retaining the leader of the Argent Crusade is not a good thing.
This means that if there is any credit, Tirion Fordring will have no credit, but if there is any mistake, Tirion Fordring will bear all the responsibility.
Having relieved Tirion Fordring of his military command, Thrall was in high spirits. He tossed Tirion Fordring a bone as a consolation prize and, expressionless, gave the order:
"The Argent Crusade and the loyalist forces of Stormwind City will be placed under Jaina's command. As for this secret letter, I believe it's a Scourge ploy to buy time; we can ignore it."
The great Savior Thrall drew his conclusion, and of course, no one dared to object.
But thinking of Dranosh, Thrall frowned deeply, his expression turning fierce, and he said menacingly:
"Damn Dranosh, he was a complete waste in life, just like his incompetent father, contributing nothing to the Horde and only knowing how to live a life of luxury. He's become a huge problem after death, this so-called Deathbringer. I'll make sure he dies; I must find a way to get rid of him."
Vol'jin's eyes darted around, and he smiled obsequiously:
"Great Savior, this matter is not difficult. Since he is the Saurfang the Great, then naturally Saurfang the Great should handle it personally. Otherwise, the Saurfang Family would be confirmed as having colluded with the Scourge, and the High Overlord could simply be beheaded and his head hung at the gates of Orgrimmar City."
Thrall burst into laughter upon hearing this, realizing it was a golden opportunity to severely damage his political rival, Saurfang the Great.
In the battle at the Wrathgate, Dranosh's army was completely wiped out, and Saurfang the Great was on the verge of bankruptcy, having lost his qualification to compete with Thrall for the Horde Warchief.
But Thrall wasn't satisfied. He was determined to completely defeat Saurfang the Great, preferably burying him deep in the ground and then stomping on him a few times.
Vol'jin, in Thrall's name, wrote a strongly worded letter of accusation, stating that Dranosh Saurfang, as a general of the Scourge, had committed unforgivable crimes, slaughtering hundreds of thousands of Argent Crusade soldiers and tens of thousands of Warriors Orcs.
Saurfang the Great is to blame for failing to properly raise his son and must immediately go to Icecrown Citadel to eliminate Dranosh. Otherwise, Thrall will use the crime of destroying Azeroth to send Saurfang and his family to the gallows.
"I know the whereabouts of all your Bastard Son, and none of them will escape," Thrall threatened at the end of the letter.
The letter was quickly delivered to Orgrimmar, Saurfang the Great received it while hosting a banquet for the Blue Dragonflight Kalecgos.
Kalecgos was banished by Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue, but he stubbornly believed he was right.
Fortunately, the internal affairs of the Blue Dragonflight were unknown to outsiders. No one knew that Kalecgos had been banished, which did not stop him from traveling around, freeloading and mooching food and drink.
After reading the letter, Saurfang felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground, feeling as if he had aged several years.
"Damn you, Thrall! How dare you treat me like this! I swear I will never forgive you!"
Saurfang the Great was frowning; at this moment, he had less than a thousand soldiers left.
These were all loyal and devoted subordinates, the guarantee that their families could continue to exist.
Saurfang must not send them to the Battlefield; if anything goes wrong, the Saurfang Family will truly be at the mercy of others.
Kalecgos took the letter from Saurfang, read it carefully, pondered for a while, and then asked:
"I've heard that Muradin Bronzebeard is exploring Northrend and has thousands of Dwarves under his command."
Saurfang sighed, looking dejected. "The three Dwarf brothers are all incredibly cunning. The second brother, Muradin, somehow became the leader of the Northrend Frost Dwarves."
Among the major races of the Alliance, Dwarves are the most numerous.
However, Dwarves are relatively rare in the Argent Crusade.
Although the Humans may seem carefree, it is precisely because of their unruly nature, their refusal to follow the crowd, and their unwillingness to conform that persuading them is a very difficult task.
Another reason is that Dwarf flesh is particularly unpalatable, even for Orcs soldiers who are not picky eaters, so the Argent Crusade does not welcome Dwarves.
Kalecgos asked with interest, "I heard that Arthas once tried to kill Muradin, almost killing him, in his Frostmourne."
Saurfang shook his head. "That's just a fabricated lie. There's even a Legendary that Frostmourne was created by Muradin. The Humans have no hatred for the Lich King whatsoever."
Kalecgos stood up, full of confidence, and said:
"Saurfang the Great, you may lead your troops to Northrend. I will go and pay my respects to Muradin Bronzebeard. With my incorruptible tongue, I will surely persuade Muradin to lead his troops to attack Icecrown Citadel, thus relieving Your Majesty of a great worry."
Saurfang was overjoyed upon hearing this. If Muradin was willing to send troops to destroy Dranosh, he could both escape Thrall's accusations and take the opportunity to weaken the Alliance, which would be a win-win situation.
"How confident are you?" Saurfang asked uncertainly.
Kalecgos smiled slightly and said, "Although I am still young among the Blue Dragonflight, not even ten thousand years old including the Dragon Eggs, I am much older Muradin, so persuading him will be a piece of cake."
Kalecgos was, after all, a dragon, knowledgeable and experienced; all the races of Azeroth had to give him face. Saurfang immediately gained confidence and laughed loudly:
"Very well, Kalecgos, everything depends on you. I will repay your kindness today in the future. I will prepare the airship and head to Northrend immediately."
Saurfang dispatched his elite troops aboard the renowned Orgrimmar's Hammer to Northrend, first heading towards Muradin's Skybreaker.
Muradin was researching the secrets of the Vrykul were said to possess a precious Titans Relic, but its whereabouts were unknown, Muradin desperately wanted to obtain it.
On a pitch-black night, the Orgrimmar's Hammer suddenly approached the Skybreaker, Muradin immediately tensed up, the Skybreaker ready to fight at any moment.
The Orgrimmar's Hammer signaled for negotiations, and soon after, a Blue Dragonflight flew over. Dragonkin have a natural advantage in the sky, Muradin felt threatened, almost ordering his troops to open fire. However, upon learning that it was Kalecgos, he immediately felt relieved.
Kalecgos is nothing but a harmless weakling, a disgrace to the Blue Dragonflight, and no one would risk offending the Blue Dragonflight for his sake.
Kalecgos, in his Night Elf form, landed steadily on the deck of the Skybreaker. Muradin immediately greeted him, smiling:
"Welcome, young Dragonkin, to the Skybreaker."
Kalecgos said solemnly, "I have come here for a very important matter, concerning the life and death of Azeroth. I wish to discuss this privately with you, and I wonder if this will be possible."
Muradin completely disregarded Kalecgos, saying casually, "You're most welcome! I've prepared the finest wine."