Lailar Yanya was fairly satisfied with being appointed as the Head Wolf General by Vanessa.
Night Elf race are notoriously stubborn, and Lyral, like all Night Elves, is accustomed to a carefree and unrestrained lifestyle, and dislikes being autocratic and dictatorial.
Malfurion and Tyrande tried to correct this custom for ten thousand years, but with little success.
Although Lyral was once the alpha wolf of the Druid of the Pack in ancient times, he did not have absolute authority and usually had to listen to the opinions of the others.
Lyral deeply rejected the idea of becoming the leader of the Wolf Worship Cult and ruling arbitrarily.
If it were just a wolf general, that would be acceptable. Vanessa handed him the replica of the Scythe of Elune. Lyral looked down at the pairs of eager eyes below, took a deep breath, and felt a great sense of responsibility.
Lyral and Archmage Arugal were close friends. Arugal was loyal to King Greymane, and Lyral had no animosity towards Greymane.
His goal is to organize the Worgen scattered across the wilderness and help King Greymane defend against the invasion of the Forsaken.
However, King Greymane might have the support of the Elune, so Lyral had to be cautious and didn't make a big fuss, doing everything in secret.
Carrying a replica of the Scythe of Elune, Lyral traveled throughout Gilneas territory, except for the capital, summoning mad Worgen from the wilderness and helping them regain their sanity.
Under Lyral's tutelage, the Worgen learned to freely transform between human and Worgen forms.
To distinguish them from the mad Worgen, Lyral named the Worgen of the Wolf Worship Cult the Bloodfang Worgen and ordered them to lie low in the form of villages and develop quietly in the shadows.
Unbeknownst to many, the Wolf Worship Cult had spread throughout the entire Kingdom of Gilneas, with most Worgen joining and becoming a force to be reckoned Wolf Worship Cult.
However, the thick walls of the capital blocked the news, and King Genn Greymane, who stayed deep in the palace, was unaware of the existence of the Wolf Worship Cult.
Stormwind City!
The news that 20,000 civilians needed to be sacrificed to save the great Savior Thrall and Warchief Garrosh quickly spread throughout Stormwind City.
Panic gripped Stormwind City, with everyone fearing that this misfortune would befall them.
King Varian was at a loss, but the cunning Jaina offered a suggestion.
The recent unrest, coupled with the destruction caused by Thrall and Garrosh, has resulted in damage to many parts of Stormwind City, requiring substantial repair costs.
King Varian used the pretext of repairing Stormwind City to levy heavy taxes on the people, and those who could not pay their taxes were all sent to the Stockade.
Suddenly, everyone in Stormwind City was in a state of panic, and cries could be heard everywhere. Families who couldn't afford to pay were sent to prison, but no one dared to resist.
Before long, the Stockade was overcrowded, and 20,000 civilians were easily gathered.
On this day, Stormwind City was under heavy guard. The City Guard escorted groups of prisoners to the Stormwind City gates. Among them were many elderly people, women, and children. The people stood on both sides of the road watching and discussing, their faces filled with a numb sense of schadenfreude.
Jaina personally presided over the blood sacrifice, constructing an Altar before each of Thrall's and Garrosh's statues. After Jaina completed the spell, dark cracks appeared on the Altars, emanating eerie howls, as if leading to a gloomy hell.
Twenty thousand people were forcibly driven into the eerie rift, and the two statues quickly turned blood-red. Not long after, one of the statues cracked open, and blood flowed all over the ground. Garrosh emerged from the blood and looked around in confusion.
The onlookers shouted Garrosh's name, and many were moved to tears, weeping as they spoke.
"Warchief Garrosh, thank you for saving Azeroth once again."
"At the critical moment when Deathwing was about to destroy Stormwind City, it was Warchief Garrosh who stepped forward and engaged Deathwing in a desperate battle."
"Warchief Garrosh is a towering figure, truly a great hero and champion of Azeroth. You are our eternal Savior."
Garrosh frowned as he recalled the battle with the gigantic Thrall, which had caused the Cataclysm and the deaths of countless beings.
However, the detailed account of the battle, especially the profound knowledge and wisdom of the mastermind behind it all vanished from his mind.
Garrosh glared fiercely at Thrall's statue, knowing that Stormwind City was unsafe and he shouldn't stay any longer. Accompanied by Saurfang the Great, he returned to Orgrimmar.
Garrosh did not forget Cairne Bloodhoof. In an attempt to justify his defeat in the duel, he immediately summoned the leaders of the Horde tribes and publicly interrogated Cairne Bloodhoof.
Baine Bloodhoof, the new Tauren Warchief Rokhan, leader of the Darkspear Tribe Sylvanas, the Dark Lady; and Lor'themar, Regent of Silvermoon City, rushed to Orgrimmar after receiving orders. Also arriving was an uninvited guest, Medivh's son, Med'an.
Garrosh understood the importance of establishing his authority.
Although he lost the one-on-one duel, he had to show everyone the consequences of Horde the Warchief and bury terror deep in everyone's hearts.
The leaders took their seats one by one, Garrosh waved his hand, Nazgrim personally escorted Cairne Bloodhoof in.
Everyone was greatly surprised when they saw Cairne Bloodhoof's appearance.
Since being captured by General Nazgrim, Cairne Bloodhoof had suffered countless tortures. When he was brought before the crowd, the once strong Tauren Chieftain was nothing but a skeleton, emaciated, with not a single patch of his bare skin intact.
Chunks of rotting flesh hung like bones, and wriggling maggots crawled all over its body; even Sylvanas felt a pang of nausea upon seeing it.
Even so, the Tauren Chieftain miraculously survived.
General Nazgrim said with a fawning expression, "Warchief, I can guarantee that this torture will continue for another year. This old bull will be unable to live and unable to die."
Garrosh descended from his chieftain's throne and roared at Cairne, "Cairne Bloodhoof, you traitor, you treacherous villain, do you know your crime?"
Cairne, who had been tortured terribly, had suffered a mental breakdown and could only chuckle foolishly.
Seeing this, Garrosh smiled with satisfaction, "Cairne Bloodhoof, this is the consequence of disobeying the Warchief's wishes, General Nazgrim. You did very well."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A burst of loud, maniacal laughter rang out, sounding extremely abrupt in the silent chieftain's tent. Garrosh looked over angrily, but upon seeing that the one laughing was young Med'an, he could only remain silent.
Med'an replied nonchalantly, "Warchief Garrosh, what's the point of torturing a madman? I have a better way."
Garrosh dared not be negligent towards Medivh's son, and respectfully asked, "Archmage, what advice do you have for me?"
The young Med'an was very pleased with the title of Archmage and replied with a smile:
"Physical torture ends in death, but the torment of the soul is endless. My suggestion is to dismantle Cairne's bones and forge them into a chair for the Undead, so that the Warchief can sit on Cairne every day, forever condemning him to suffering and humiliation."