Thrall's letter to Jaina, while not exactly a secret, still needed to be kept as confidential as possible.
After all, the two were prominent heroes of Azeroth, and besides, men and women are different. If the Goblins or Gnomes, who love gossip, heard about it, it would inevitably lead to unnecessary rumors.
Thrall's handwriting was messy and more chaotic than magical Runes. Jaina stared at it for a long time, recognizing most of the characters, but not understanding the meaning when they were put together.
Jaina rubbed her eyes. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and Jaina already had a way to deal with it. There was a group of professional scholars in Theramore who were specifically responsible for translating the Orcs' letters.
So the letter was delivered to the scholar.
Coincidentally, a SI:7 agent successfully infiltrated the scholars, saw the contents of the letter, was shocked, and hurriedly sent the intelligence out.
Not long after, the intelligence was sent to Stormwind City. After reading it, Shaw, the head of SI:7, was in a dilemma. After all, Thrall was the great Savior, and all his actions were naturally for the purpose of saving Azeroth.
Although it concerned Prince Anduin's safety, if the matter were reported to King Varian, Varian would likely disregard it. Anduin's sacrifice to save Azeroth was worthwhile, and Varian would only feel proud of His Highness the Prince.
Ultimately, Shaw decided to keep it a secret for the time being, using special channels to tell only Anduin.
Prince Anduin trembled with fear upon hearing the news.
Although he was Prince of Kingdom of Stormwind, everyone was equal in the face of the great cause of saving Azeroth. If it were someone else, or even King Varian, to be sacrificed, Anduin would certainly have agreed wholeheartedly.
But when it came to sacrificing himself, Anduin refused.
Prince Anduin, born fifteen years after the Dark Portal, is now a mature young man who will soon be married and have children.
Anduin began to think of a solution. Neither the Alliance nor the Horde would accept him, and no one would speak up Anduin him.
The only option now is to escape before Jaina arrives in Stormwind City, disappearing without a trace so that Jaina can't find us.
But Jaina was, after all, an Archmage with unexpected and ingenious methods, Anduin did not believe he could escape Jaina's pursuit.
We can only go to a place that Jaina dares not go.
The lair of the Old Gods, the stronghold of Twilight's Hammer, Icecrown Citadel
Anduin considered many options, but finally settled on one person: Moira Bronzebeard of Ironforge, who became the queen of the Dark Iron Dwarves after Emperor Thaurissan's death.
Not long ago, Anduin met Moira, who was very interested in him. In the eyes of many Dwarf women, slender human men were particularly attractive.
Anduin vaguely remembered that Jaina seemed to have suffered a loss in Blackrock Depths, and it was said that Emperor Thaurissan's death was related to Jaina.
Moira has never denied that the two women must have a deep-seated hatred for each other.
Having thought of this, Anduin made up his mind. He led a few trusted guards and secretly escaped from Stormwind City, renting several Gryphons to fly towards Blackrock Mountain.
Unfortunately, Anduin's visit coincided with Moira's birthday. Upon learning of Prince Anduin's secret arrival, Moira was deeply moved and wisely kept quiet, secretly hosting a welcome dinner for him.
Anduin didn't explain his purpose, only saying that he had missed Moira very much since they parted, so he came to visit her and celebrate Moira birthday. To avoid gossip, he didn't want to make it public.
Moira exchanged a few polite words and didn't say much more, just smiled foolishly, her eyes full of tenderness and affection, which made Anduin feel uneasy, but he had no choice but to maintain his smile.
After the banquet, Moira invited Prince Anduin to visit her bedroom.
Anduin knew exactly what was going on, but in order to survive, he had no choice but to follow with a smile. Some things can be forgotten with a blink of an eye, and Anduin long been mentally prepared.
Moira's bedroom was very luxurious, and like all Dwarves, Moira loved all kinds of shiny minerals.
These gems from the depths of the earth shimmered like stars in the sky. Moira ordered her servants to prepare bathwater while proudly introducing her collection.
Among the many treasures, Anduin suddenly noticed an unassuming piece of art: a blue model of a sailboat, carved from the scales of some kind of creature.
Anduin sensed a faint magical aura and guessed that it might be a scale from a Blue Dragonflight.
The sailboat model was poorly crafted, clearly not the work of a skilled artisan, and stood out awkwardly among the exquisite treasures, yet it was placed in the most conspicuous position.
Anduin noticed a line of small print below.
Happy birthday to my best friend, Jaina Proudmoore!
Anduin suddenly felt dizzy, his face turned pale, and he was sweating profusely.
Moira placed her hand on Anduin's shoulder, her jealousy evident.
"Your reaction is off. What, you like Jaina too? Okay, I understand. Jaina is a rare beauty, even though she's a bit older. You men all like that type, Dagran does, and so do you."
Emperor Thaurissan's death might not be so simple. Anduin immediately understood, turned around, and saw that something in Moira's eyes had gone out. It seemed that she was about to be seen off.
Anduin decided to take the gamble and put on a perfect performance, looking "sincerely" into Moira's eyes. "My dearest Moira, I'm content to see you one last time."
Moira looked confused.
Anduin a pained and conflicted expression:
"Since meeting you, I've come to understand how terrible longing can be, but my reason tells me that Dwarves and humans cannot be together. I can only bury this feeling deep in my heart, for I am the Prince of Stormwind City, and I must live for the people of Kingdom of Stormwind."
Moira's anger turned to joy, her eyes filled with love.
Anduin chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Alright, I can finally be free now. To save Azeroth, I had to sacrifice myself. I don't care about my life; I just want to see the woman I love one last time before I die."
Moira asked with concern, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"
Anduin relief, "You'll understand soon enough. I'm more than satisfied to have celebrated your birthday. I have no regrets in this life. It's getting late, I must hurry back to Stormwind City. Jaina is probably getting impatient."
"No, no, you must tell me the truth." Moira gripped Anduin's hand tightly, her eyes brimming with tears as she asked.
Anduin looked at Moira with reluctance:
"I find myself unable to refuse you, unable to bear seeing your disappointment. The thing is, the great Savior Thrall received enlightenment in Outland; a mysterious being is about to descend upon Azeroth, and needs a Vessel."
Hearing Anduin explain the whole story, Moira gritted her teeth in anger, but gently advised him:
"Anduin, you're too kind. There are some things you don't understand. Thrall is not a good person at all; he's a vicious the Destroyer of the world. And that Jaina, although we're best friends on the surface, I'm as wary of her as a viper. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."