King Varian remained silent.
Thrall and Garrosh caused the Cataclysm, which has become a taboo topic in Azeroth.
Faced with that terrifying, world-destroying power, everyone wisely chose to remain silent.
"Are you sure that the final victor will be Thrall?" Varian asked uneasily.
Jaina replied confidently, "Thrall is currently on the offensive, while Garrosh is on the defensive. Although Garrosh controls Orgrimmar, hundreds of thousands of Orcs are insignificant in the face of his devastating power."
Varian thought long and hard. Supporting one side in advance would have its advantages, but the risks were greater, especially with the Orcs were used to repaying kindness with enmity.
Finally, Varian made up his mind:
"Jaina, I can grant you an army of five thousand men as a gift. They do not represent Stormwind City, and you can command this army as you see fit. Whether you win or lose, it has nothing to do with Stormwind City."
"Varian, you Imp, what are you worried about?" Jaina demanded.
Varian stubbornly replied, "My mind is made up, Jaina. There are only five thousand soldiers."
Jaina had no choice but to accept Varian's offer to lend her troops.
At the Stormwind City docks, Jaina personally inspected five thousand soldiers. To Jaina slight relief, while these five thousand soldiers were not exactly elite, they were by no means a weak force; they should be considered a mid-tier Legion.
Even so, Jaina remained hesitant, feeling her chances of winning were slim.
Jaina knew the Orcs' fighting strength very well. Without considering morale, it would take ten times as many human soldiers, or thirty thousand, to have a chance of winning against three thousand Kor'kron elites.
With only five thousand soldiers, the Orcs would probably collapse with a single Charge.
The original commander had gone on leave under some pretext, and the force was now led by a general named Harrison, whose name Jaina had never heard before.
General Harrison, a Veteran, seeing Jaina's deep doubts, confidently said, "Lady Jaina, there's no need to worry. Give me three days, and I can wipe out all three thousand Orcs."
Jaina sized up the unremarkable Veteran, then waved her hand, saying, "Confidence is good, but come on, Veteran. Even the resurrected Uther Lightbringer couldn't do that."
General Harrison shook his head and said, "Uther is just a fool. I have a good plan."
"Tell me," Jaina asked, without much hope.
Harrison said unhurriedly:
"The Orcs are incredibly powerful; a direct confrontation would be certain defeat. However, these three thousand Orcs are trapped inside the canyon. If we seal off the canyon's exit, they will have nowhere to escape."
Jaina thought for a moment, then nodded. "And then?"
Harrison continued, "Orcs are naturally violent and their temperaments are very unstable. As long as we harass them day and night and prevent them from sleeping, most of Orcs will go berserk within three days and start killing each other. We can win without a fight."
Jaina thought about it and realized it made sense. She asked in surprise, "The Orcs' weaknesses are so obvious, why do humans usually lose when they fight Orcs?"
Harrison's face was ashen, and he muttered a complaint:
"King Varian is an arrogant fool. He's surrounded by sycophantic mediocrities who never listen to our Veterans ' advice. They just order their soldiers to charge forward recklessly. No wonder they're defeated. This time, no one dares to offend the Orcs, which is why I was temporarily appointed to lead this force."
Jaina beamed, "Excellent! It seems we're destined for victory this time."
Harrison added, "Lady Jaina, before we engage the Orcs, we must capture the Goblin port of Meltlight Wharf to eliminate any threats from our rear. Ideally, we should kill all the Goblins at Meltlight Wharf and hang their corpses on poles as a warning."
Jaina was even more puzzled. "General, the Orcs slaughtered the Goblins and adventurers of Meltlight Town. I was about to join forces with the Goblins of Steamwheedle Port. Why did you come up with such a foolish idea?"
Harrison said seriously:
"Lady Jaina, you don't understand the nature of Goblins. Goblins are the most cowardly and bullying race; they worship the strong and love to attach themselves to them. If the Orcs slaughter them, they will think the Orcs are strong and will definitely help Orcs. I am very worried that the Goblins will stab us in the back. Only by being more ruthless than the Orcs can we avoid a Goblin attack."
"Absurd, laughable nonsense."
Jaina sneered, "General, I have a very close relationship with the Trade Prince of Steamwheedle Port. Your worries are unnecessary. The Goblins will certainly become our allies."
Harrison. sighed helplessly, "I hope everything goes well."
Jaina sent a letter to Steamwheedle Port, and the Trade Prince quickly replied, expressing his anger at the Orcs' atrocities and offering to send troops to support Jaina, but stating that the high-tech products would take time to prepare and they would have to wait.
Five thousand human soldiers disembarked at the Meltlight Wharf and marched into the Badlands.
Under General Harrison's orders, five thousand soldiers embarked on a forced march, reaching the canyon exit at top speed and sealing it off with boulders before the Kor'kron Legion could react.
The Kor'kron Sentinels detected the arrival of humans, but it was too late.
The Orcs quickly launched a counterattack, attempting to retake the entrance. General Harrison ordered his soldiers to hold their ground and only fire arrows from higher ground. The Orcs left behind dozens of corpses and had no choice but to retreat to their camp.
General Harrison ordered a small force to approach the Orcs Camp and beat drums and gongs day and night. Because they were located at the top of the canyon, the Orcs had no way to stop them.
The harassment lasted only a day and a night before a riot broke out in the Orcs Camp, with a group of Orcs going berserk and killing each other.
General Harrison, peering through his binoculars at the Orcs Camp, saw hundreds of Orcs corpses piled together. Puzzled, he scratched his head and said to Jaina:
"Lady Jaina, something's not right. These Orcs are going berserk way too fast; this is very unusual."
Jaina, unconvinced, laughed and said, "General, this is a good thing for us."
By the next day, the Orcs were killing each other again, and the death toll had reached a thousand.
The entire Orcs Camp was in a state of high tension. All the Orcs had bloodshot eyes, their chests heaving violently, and they were breathing heavily, as if they might go berserk at any moment.
Jaina smiled happily, "It seems we're about to win."
General Harrison, however, did not think so. He dispatched a reserve force of a thousand men to monitor the Meltlight Wharf, as Harrison remained uneasy about the Goblin race.
A shadow appeared, and Jaina and General Harrison looked up at the same time.
A speeding airship approached, but it was unmarked.
The airship stopped at the canyon entrance and dropped dozens of bombs, causing a deafening explosion. Jaina was stunned; the fortifications at the canyon entrance were destroyed.
A row of Goblin faces appeared on the airship, one of them, dressed in Goblin clothes, shouted:
"Great Orcs, we Goblins have come to your rescue! Goblins will always be the Orcs' Servants and food. Despicable humans, die! You destroyed Meltlight Town and slaughtered our own people; your crimes are unforgivable."
"This is impossible." Jaina covered her mouth in surprise.
Cheers erupted from the Orcs Camp as large groups of Orcs charged out, their target the human camp outside the canyon.
General Harrison closed his eyes in resignation and whispered, "Ms. Jaina, we've lost."