As the saying goes, karma will catch up with you.
Before the Dark Lady Sylvanas, the self-important Gallywix was nothing more than a dispensable little Goblin.
Gallywix gave the Kezan Isles Goblins a one in a thousand chance of survival, thus gaining widespread support.
After surrendering to Sylvanas, Gallywix's chances of survival were less than one in a thousand.
But for this slim hope, Gallywix had no choice but to surrender.
After the negotiations failed, Gallywix returned to the ship with this thought in mind, and immediately showed a look of surprise.
Wrathion the Harbinger, Thrall the Savior, and Archmage Jaina have somehow boarded the flagship.
Gallywix immediately felt emboldened, knelt on the ground, hugged Wrathion's leg, and cried out, "Great Harbinger, Sylvanas has gone too far! Avenge me!"
Wrathion said calmly, "Goblin, you did well. Considering your good performance, I won't tear you to pieces, but punishment is still necessary."
Gallywix was baffled. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain, as if every muscle in his body was being torn apart and then pieced back together, repeating this ninety-nine times.
When it was all over, Gallywix's consciousness nearly collapsed, and he lay helplessly on the ground. This was torture that acted directly on his soul, while his body was unharmed.
This terrible torment was forever buried deep in his heart. In the days that followed, Gallywix was awakened countless times by nightmares and teetered on the edge of madness several times.
Gallywix finally realized that his performance was too outstanding, and his achievements were overshadowing those of his superior, which was a major taboo in the workplace and had displeased Wrathion.
Thrall stepped on Gallywix's stomach, deliberately putting extra pressure on him, and sat down next to Wrathion.
Jaina chuckled, and a sharp knife shot out from her heel, piercing Gallywix's stomach before violently twisting it a few times.
This punishment, compared to the soul torture Wrathion had just inflicted, was remarkably merciful. Gallywix managed to rise and kneel before Wrathion.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir."
Wrathion nodded and said calmly:
"Let's settle this score for now. While you're alive, you can enjoy all the world's luxuries. But after you die, I will take your soul and torment you day and night, for all eternity."
Gallywix was terrified. The only way to escape this tragic Destiny was to serve Wrathion diligently and win his favor, depending on his future performance.
Wrathion asked, seemingly casually, "Thrall, I heard that Sylvanas was originally High Elf, and that you ate her."
Thrall said ingratiatingly, "Yes, I did it."
"That's right." Wrathion said calmly, "Sylvanas is right there on the other side. Order her to retreat and deal with this little trouble."
Thrall shook his head with a troubled expression. "But Sylvanas won't obey my orders now."
Wrathion yawned, seemingly a little sleepy:
"That's your problem. I'm tired. I'm going to rest in my cabin. If I haven't solved the problem by the time I wake up, you know what the consequences will be."
Wrathion went to rest, Thrall looked at Jaina with a fearful expression. "Jaina, you are an Archmage, we can only count on you."
Jaina stood up angrily and roared, "Thrall, you're supposed to Savior! Do you expect me to do everything for you?"
Thrall waved his hand and said, "You heard it all. If we can't deal with Sylvanas's fleet, our fate will be extremely grim."
Jaina sat down helplessly, her right hand covering her forehead, and murmured:
"I alone cannot fight against two fleets, let alone with my mentor Antonidas by my side. After becoming Forsaken, his strength is quite terrifying."
Thrall was also considering a solution, and said fiercely, "We can get Rhonin's help. With Dalaran's strength, it would be easy to make Sylvanas submit."
Jaina shook her head. "Dalaran never dare to oppose Garrosh. Cowardly Dalaran Mages are nothing but trash in front of Orcs. Garrosh will definitely tear Rhonin apart and devour all the Dalaran Mages."
Thrall looked out the window and suddenly thought of something:
"Jaina, I've heard that after your father's death, Kul Tiras rebuilt a fleet, commanded by your Tandred Proudmoore. The Kul Tiras navy is renowned Azeroth, and destroying the Horde's two fleets would be a piece of cake."
Jaina stood up again and roared, "Are you insane? Have you forgotten how my father died? My brother would rather tear us apart with his own hands!"
Thrall slyly reminded her, "Jaina, are you still wearing your father's necklace? I've heard it's the Fleet's Heart through generations of Proudmoore."
Jaina touched the Fleet's Heart around her neck. As an Archmage, she naturally knew the purpose of this necklace. Jaina sat down Anjing and carefully considered her options.
"Perhaps we can do that. Although my mana isn't enough, in the name of Thrall, the Savior, we can seek support from the Dalaran Mages. Dalaran wouldn't dare openly oppose Garrosh, but they can help us secretly. I think Rhonin wouldn't refuse."
Since Orgrimmar and the Forsaken fleet blockaded the Kezan Isles, Kul Tiras has been on high alert, with all its warships fully equipped, loaded with ammunition and fresh water, ready to set sail for battle at any moment.
The treacherous Orcs are masters of intrigue and cunning. For the safety of the people of Kul Tiras, Commander Tandred Proudmoore dared not let his guard down for a moment, and ate and slept on the warship.
As usual, Tandred was patrolling the deck when he suddenly sensed an unusual aura. Several mages hurriedly climbed onto the deck and surrounded Tandred.
"We've detected a teleportation spell," a mage said cautiously. "The newcomer is incredibly powerful, an Archmage, and is likely targeting us."
"The person who came was a woman," another monk added.
"It's Jaina," Tandred confirmed. "Order all warships to prepare for battle. The Daughter of the Sea has returned."
Jaina, the Daughter of the Sea, is a Sharp Sword hanging over the heads of the Kul Tiras, a nightmare for the kingdom, and a terrifying presence capable of silencing even the most nagging child.
To combat this terrifying woman, Tandred hired several mages at a high price to develop magic specifically tailored to Jaina's characteristics.
But Jaina had two Guardians behind her, and despite making thorough preparations, Tandred didn't have complete confidence.
Portal appeared in mid-air, Jaina, her body enveloped in a purple Magic Shield, floated silently in the air. Facing the Kul Tiras who were on high alert, Jaina chuckled:
"My brother, it seems the fleet is ready for battle."
The sea was turbulent, and a gray mist shrouded the harbor, concealing all the warships within it. The Tidesages had made his move, using the power of the sea to fight against Jaina.
Tandred said coldly, "Jaina, Kul Tiras does not welcome you."
Jaina said expressionlessly:
"I have never liked this place. Kul Tiras is like the cold winds of Northrend, only bringing me a chill to the bone. My dear brother, Thrall Savior, is in peril. For the sake of Azeroth, you must send a fleet. This is not a request, but an order."