Jaina values her reputation highly. Although Liam was telling the truth, it was something Jaina could not tolerate and touched a raw nerve.
Just as Jaina was making up her mind, Velen arrived in Theramore with Prince Anduin.
Velen's face was radiant and glowing.
Since the Draenei entered the Azeroth Continent and joined the Alliance, they have been looked down upon by the other races of the Alliance because they are terrified of the Orcs Draenei Velen strictly forbids revenge against Orcs. Despite their strength, the Draenei are essentially powerless in combat.
Velen was eager to use this opportunity to curry favor with Thrall and thus establish connections with the Orcs.
Upon seeing Jaina, Velen boasted, "I've brought Anduin back; he's willing to die for Azeroth."
Jaina's eyes darted around, and she glared at Velen: "Damn it, you incompetent old man, hurry up and free His Highness from Prince restraints!"
Velen paused for a moment, unsure of Jaina's thoughts, and could only release Anduin the Holy Light's bindings. Jaina asked with concern, "Prince Anduin, what happened? Why were you captured by Velen? Don't worry, I'll stand up for you."
Anduin was bewildered and felt he had been fooled, so he dared not utter a sound.
Jaina's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she pointed at Velen: "Was it this old man who forced you? Prince Anduin, the Savior Thrall is merciful and would never ask anyone to sacrifice themselves."
Anduin nodded suspiciously. "It was Velen who forcibly brought me here."
Jaina glared at Velen and demanded loudly:
"Prophet Velen, I have always respected you, but I never expected you to do such a despicable thing. Don't you know that Anduin is the King Varian and the future leader of the Alliance?"
Velen was utterly exasperated. Jaina had gone into Exodar to beg him to intervene, and now she was turning on him so quickly. Velen dared not offend Jaina, and could only whisper:
"This is a misunderstanding."
Jaina sneered, "Misunderstanding, Velen. Do you Draenei want to die? Believe me, without the Alliance's protection, the Orcs Draenei wipe you out in no time."
Velen, pale-faced and trembling, said, "No, no, this is truly a misunderstanding. I am willing to make amends and hope to gain Prince Anduin's forgiveness."
Anduin stunned, as if he were dreaming.
Jaina nodded. "Very well, Velen. I've heard you have a profound understanding of the Holy Light; why not impart some secrets of the Holy Light to Prince Anduin?"
Velen treasured the knowledge of the Holy Light realm, something even the Draenei wouldn't pass on, so why would he willingly share it with a human?
But since things had come to this, Velen had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree, "By the Holy Light, I am willing to teach Prince Anduin the knowledge of the Holy Light."
Jaina stroked Anduin's head and said, "Prince Highness, are you satisfied?"
Anduin a moment, then realized that his life was in Jaina's hands, and said cautiously, "Jaina, Sister Jaina."
Jaina was pleased with the affectionate way the older sister was addressed.
After settling Anduin, Jaina immediately wrote to King Greymane, requesting that he offer Prince Liam to Thrall as Vessel for Thrall Advent.
After pondering for a while, Jaina wrote another letter to General Darius, ordering him to monitor King Greymane and report back to Jaina at any time.
Southshore.
Darius, clutching Jaina's letter, rushed to see King Greymane, shouting upon their meeting, "King Majesty, disaster is imminent! Prince Liam is to be used as a Vessel..."
King Greymane sat slumped in his chair, his face ashen. Before him lay Jaina's letter. He sighed, "I know everything. Jaina's letter just arrived."
Darius asked nervously, "Your King, what exactly is going on?"
Greymane said with exasperation, "A few days ago, Liam got drunk and stood on the table, publicly cursing Jaina. When I heard about it, I immediately sent someone to tie him up and bring him back, and I personally taught him a lesson. I thought it was nothing serious, but this misfortune has befallen us."
Darius said listlessly, "What should we do? If we refuse Jaina, we'll be accused of destroying Azeroth and suffer a combined attack from the Alliance and the Horde."
Greymane closed his eyes and said painfully:
"Gilneas has been taken over by the Bloodfang Worgen and the Forsaken. We're already on the run. If we refuse Jaina, Darnassus will definitely refuse to take us in. Even without the Alliance and Horde chasing us, once our food supplies run out, we're all doomed."
Darius's expression was conflicted. "I know Jaina. If Prince Liam doesn't die, she will not let this go. King Majesty, you will have to make a decision."
Greymane slammed his fist on the table in anger. "But Liam is my only son, I'd be willing to die for him at any time."
Darius whispered his advice, "Your King, please reconsider. The people of Gilneas are suffering terribly and are waiting for you to return and save them. I know you are a warrior who is not afraid of death, but the royal lineage of the Greymane Family cannot be broken."
Royal lineage!
Greymane was deeply moved. He stood up and paced back and forth, finally letting out a long sigh, "I would very much like to die in Liam's place, but the royal line of Gilneas must continue. Perhaps this is fate."
One of Greymane's guards, a confidant of Prince Liam, overheard their conversation and secretly informed Prince Liam.
Liam was terrified; he really didn't want to die. The Prince had secretly cultivated several trusted confidants, the most of whom was Lord Vincent Godfrey.
In this critical moment, Liam had no choice but to consult with Lord Godfrey.
Lord Godfrey was not tall, but he was extremely robust and had wolf-like eyes. He had once been the Archmage Arugal and was quite Mastery in magic.
Upon learning of Prince Liam's predicament, Godfrey first suggested, "Prince Highness, I have a plan. According to our intelligence, the Bloodfang Worgen of Gilneas are organized. We can risk returning to Gilneas; perhaps they will support you as King."
Liam considered it carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's too risky. The crazed Bloodfang Worgen will definitely tear me apart."
Godfrey glanced around and lowered his voice, "Prince Highness, there is only one way now: to stage a coup and imprison His Majesty the King."
Liam was startled, his face turning deathly pale. He shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Damn it, that's betrayal! I can't do such a thing!"
Godfrey shrugged. "Prince Highness, you should think carefully. Your father has already agreed to send you to Thrall, but who knows what hardships you'll have to endure?"
After a long pause, Liam asked bitterly, "Isn't there any other way? Like escaping?"
Godfrey shook his head. "Jaina is an Archmage; you have no way to escape from her pursuit."
Liam stood up, his eyes gleaming like a wolf's. "Well, Lord Godfrey, how confident are you?"
Godfrey thought for a moment, "With the other two lords and myself, we have over ten thousand soldiers. King Majesty the King only has three thousand palace guards, plus Darius's one thousand soldiers. Our chances of winning are extremely high."