Garrosh's eyes darted around. No matter how absurd or ridiculous Med'an's proposal was, he had to agree for the sake of the Guardian Medivh.
Moreover, this suggestion perfectly suited Garrosh's thoughts, and he clapped his hands in approval, saying, "Truly worthy of being the son of the great Guardian Medivh, I greatly appreciate this suggestion."
Seeing Garrosh's eager gaze, Med'an suddenly felt a little worried. After all, he was a failed Test Subject, lacking sufficient control over magic and prone to making mistakes. He quickly said:
"I've been very busy with my studies lately, and my father has given me a lot of work. I'll leave the task of building the Undead Chair to someone else."
Sylvanas was secretly delighted, but remained outwardly composed, saying, "If the Warchief trusts me, then I will forge the Cairne's Chair."
Garrosh laughed and said:
"With the Dark Lady personally involved, I'm naturally at ease. This fun chair, why not give it to Archmage Med'an? It contains the soul of the Tauren Chieftain; it's a rare treasure."
Med'a Pride raised his head, forcing a smile, and said, "Thank you in advance, Warchief."
Sylvanas escorted Cairne Bloodhoof back to Undercity, where Sylvanas summoned Archmage Antonidas alone in the Royal Chamber.
"Antonidas, tell me, how confident are you that we can not only keep this from Garrosh and Med'an, but also from the Guardian Medivh? I need to know just how risky this is."
Antonidas said confidently:
"Your Majesty, in terms of Undead magic, I am no match for Medivh, much less for you. But the ability to deceive and conceal is my forte. My disguise is flawless. Medivh is too arrogant; he disdains to learn such petty tricks."
"Can you guarantee that everything will be foolproof?" Sylvanas asked again.
Antonidas chuckled and said:
"I can't guarantee it if it's a human soul, but Tauren souls all look pretty much the same. With Cairne's son's soul, and with a little alteration, it should be able to fool Medivh."
Sylvanas lowered her head and pondered for a long time before finally making up her mind. She gritted her teeth and said:
"Cairne Bloodhoof is, after all, the chieftain of the Tauren. Such a powerful figure is not easy to obtain. I am willing to take this risk."
Tick-tock!
Tick-tock!
The sound of dripping water echoed in his ears, seemingly endless. Cairne Bloodhoof slowly opened his eyes, looking around for the location of the water droplets.
Years later, Cairne realized that it wasn't dripping water, but the sound of oil flowing from his body.
Cairne raised his right hand and found his arm covered in stitches, with a chain firmly gripped at the front, the top of which was a fleshy hook.
Looking to his left, he held a heavy meat cleaver.
Cairne had no idea what was happening. He looked down and saw only a large belly covered in stitches; he couldn't see his legs.
A large mouth protruded from its high, bulging abdomen, surrounded by sharp teeth, revealing the intestines inside. Cairne believed he could control the intestines and turn them into a terrifying weapon.
"This is Abomination; I have become a terrible Abomination."
Cairne slumped to the ground, his memories replaying themselves bit by bit: Thrall's wedding, Garrosh's coercion, his victory in the arena, and Nazgrim's torment.
Cairne let out an angry growl, not the cry of Tauren, but an Abomination and sinister howl.
This body is exceptional, possessing terrifying strength, at least ten times greater than its strength in life, and is also extremely agile.
But that's not what Cairne wants.
"Are you satisfied with this body, Cairne Bloodhoof? Look at these fine bones, this greasy, rotting flesh, these tough intestines—one of Antonidas's most perfect creations."
A familiar voice came from inside; it was Sylvanas.
Cairne nimbly turned around and saw the petite Dark Lady, not even as big as the meat cleaver in his left hand. Cairne asked in a muffled voice, "Did you turn me into this?"
Sylvanas said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, Cairne, your body is rotten inside and out, and even the most skilled Priest cannot heal you. I know your resentment, so I resurrected you as Undead. To avoid Garrosh's suspicion, I had no choice but to make you look like this. Don't worry, it's easy for Undead to change bodies; you won't stay like this forever."
Cairne understood the Forsaken's social structure; the Forsaken strictly hierarchical, and Sylvanas held the power of life and death over all Forsaken. He could only ask helplessly:
Sylvanas, what do you want me to do?
Sylvanas's eyes seemed to spit fire as she said, her voice filled with hatred:
"Cairne Bloodhoof, like you, I harbor a deep hatred for the Orcs. I will never forget the night Silvermoon City was slaughtered by the Orcs. But now the Orcs are powerful and have mysterious supporters. We must choose to endure, secretly accumulate strength, and expand the power of the Forsaken."
"I am more than willing to fight for you," Cairne said loudly, "But what good is one person? I need a powerful army."
Sylvanas smiled slightly, gently raised her right hand, and dark energy gathered in her palm, revealing a scene from the depths of the underground.
Although the illusion lasted only a few seconds, Cairne had enough time to clearly see that it was a massive Abomination Legion, hidden in a cave beneath Undercity.
Sylvanas said in a melodious and rhythmic tone:
"I bribed the Orcs logistics personnel, and the bones of almost all the Tauren eaten by the Orcs were transported to Undercity. The Forsaken mages used Soul Summoning to summon the Tauren's souls and forge them into this Abomination Legion. Now, it only lacks a leader."
Cairne laughed bitterly, "We Tauren are truly pitiful. In life, we are eaten by Orcs, and even in death, we find no peace, being transformed into the Forsaken to serve the Horde."
Sylvanas said solemnly, "This is all for revenge against the Orcs."
Cairne shook his head. "Sylvanas, what drives you is not hatred, but your burning ambition."
Sylvanas's expression turned solemn. "Cairne Bloodhoof, I hope this is the last time you contradict me."
Cairne said helplessly, "Alright, Dark Lady, please give the order."
Sylvanas said ambitiously, "First, destroy the Kingdom of Gilneas."
Theramore.
Darius Crowley awoke from a hangover with a splitting headache and was suddenly summoned by Queen Jaina.
Darius grumbled in dissatisfaction as he dressed himself with the help of his bodyguards.
He was originally a Gilneas lord, possessing vast ancestral lands, and his power in the Kingdom of Gilneas was second only to King Genn Greymane.
Like his father, King Greymane pursued a policy of isolationism, and even when the Seven Human Kingdoms were threatened by the Orcs, he only symbolically sent a small number of soldiers to fight.
This aroused dissatisfaction among the noble class, led by Darius, who lodged numerous protests, but King Greymane never heeded them and continued to do as he pleased.
After the Second War, King Terenas established Orcs internment camp, revealing his ambition to conquer the world with the help of the Orcs.
To prevent Orcs invasions, Greymane built the famous Greymane Wall, intentionally relinquishing large swathes of land in the southern Silverpine Forest, territory that originally belonged to the Crowley Family.
Land is the foundation of nobility. The Crowley Family was severely weakened, and Darius, as their lord, publicly protested and led the few remaining Gilneas navies to join Jaina.
"Jaina!"
Darius shook his head in disappointment at the thought of this equally ambitious woman.