On the long dining table lay a red-hot Tauren, its enticing aroma filling the air. The Troll Chef skillfully chopped the Tauren into pieces, skewered them with bamboo sticks, and prepared delicious sauces.
Eitrigg sat at one end of the dining table, only half of his buttocks resting on the chair, feeling uneasy.
No banquet is a good banquet.
Across the long table stood Warchief Garrosh, who picked up a piece of Tauren meat and put it in his mouth, offering it to Eitrigg as well.
Eitrigg, with a forced smile, dared not eat freely, and instead stammered that he was already full.
"Even when I'm full, I still need to eat something. When I have nothing to do, I like to eat Tauren the most. I just don't understand why Thrall likes fat Pandaren. Even when they're braised, I can't swallow them," Garrosh said, chewing heartily.
Eitrigg had no choice but to pick up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, forcing a smile as he said, "Thrall is comparable to the Warchief."
Eitrigg played a crucial role in helping Garrosh drive out Vol'jin and seize the Warchief position. Unfortunately, he could never gain Garrosh's trust. He was once Thrall's closest Strategist, a stain that will forever remain on Eitrigg's record.
Of course, this isn't entirely Eitrigg's fault. People say that the capricious Garrosh is more difficult to deal with than the cruel Thrall. Even General Nazgrim, who was loyal to Garrosh, was imprisoned and his entire family was killed.
Eitrigg believed that he was inferior to Nazgrim in both ability and loyalty, and that maintaining the status quo was already quite good.
Garrosh ate heartily, and after he had eaten and drunk his fill, Garrosh suddenly asked, "Eitrigg, do you know anything about what happened in Uldum?"
Eitrigg immediately became cautious. Thrall's actions in Uldum had long been known in Orgrimmar. If he knew about it, it would prove that Eitrigg still loved his former master and could be sent to the gallows at any time. If he didn't know, it would seem that he was too incompetent.
"I've heard a little about it," Eitrigg replied, choosing a moderate approach.
Garrosh stared intently at Eitrigg, only to see cold sweat pouring down his forehead and his back completely soaked.
"The Ancient Guardian Ra-den, that good-for-nothing, was actually captured by Lei Shen and is reportedly being imprisoned in the sewers of the Throne of Thunder."
Garrosh shouted angrily, "I know Ra-den is important, he can't be harmed. I must find a way to rescue him from Lei Shen's clutches. I've made up my mind, Eitrigg, you know me, what I decide, I will do."
Eitrigg nodded Steadfast.
Garrosh took a sip of his drink and said, "Lei Shen is just an ant. I could crush him with a single finger, but I disdain to do so. Eitrigg, give me some advice on how to easily rescue Ra-den."
Eitrigg frowned, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was his own execution.
But this matter is no small thing either; if he can't come up with a good idea, the ruthless Garrosh will surely tear him to pieces.
Eitrigg racked his brains, and seeing Garrosh's expression growing increasingly grim, Eitrigg would have done in Thrall place.
Thinking of this, Eitrigg finally had an idea and put on a clever and ingratiating look:
"Warchief, your status is so noble. How can you personally handle such a trivial matter as saving Ra-den? In my humble opinion, it would be better to entrust this task to someone else, such as the foolish Alliance. Saving Azeroth is everyone's responsibility. If it is done well, the credit will be yours, Warchief; if it is not done well, then it is the damned Alliance's fault."
Garrosh picked up the bull's ear, about to put it in his mouth, when he suddenly asked slyly, "Is this Thrall's method?"
Eitrigg was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud.
Garrosh laughed out loud, looking at Eitrigg with a mocking expression:
"While it's not a great method, it's still a contribution. King Varian has become smarter lately; it's not easy to trick him into rescuing Ra-den. Theramore has always been a thorn in my side, but I can't just attack it directly because of the former Guardian Aegwynn. Eitrigg, is there any way to involve Jaina, pin all the blame on her, and then I can use that as an excuse to send troops to occupy Jaina Theramore? Aegwynn won't be able to say anything then."
Eitrigg pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "Warchief, Jaina is far more cunning than Varian; she's unlikely to be fooled."
Seeing Garrosh's expression darken, Eitrigg, quick-witted, immediately said:
"Jaina and Kalecgos have been deeply in love lately. Women in love are prone to making mistakes. Although Kalecgos is weak, he is of high status and is already recognized as the Aspect of the Blue. If Kalecgos agrees to rescue Ra-den on Jaina's behalf, Jaina will grit her teeth and stand up for him."
Garrosh's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily, "Haha, Eitrigg, you're really something! Very good, you can represent me to invite Kalecgos."
Kalecgos is currently enjoying great success.
With the support of the Red Dragonflight, Blue Dragonflight, and Bronze Dragonflight Clan, inheriting the throne of the Aspect of the Blue is a foregone conclusion.
Although the news hadn't spread, Jaina clearly knew something; the way she looked at Kalecgos was different now, and the two were inseparable.
Eitrigg invited Kalecgos to a banquet, saying only that Garrosh was celebrating his succession to the Aspect of the Blue. Kalecgos didn't think much of it and entered Orgrimmar with a smug look on his face. As soon as he entered the Warchief's tent, a familiar scent wafted into his nose.
Kalecgos's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly took a few steps and saw a round table inside the chieftain's tent, on which sat five roasted Whelps. Kalecgos dizzy.
Garrosh came out to greet him, grasped Kalecgos's trembling hand, and said with a smile:
"Kalecgos, the new Dragon King of the Blue Dragonflight, you are truly fortunate. This is a rare Five Dragon Feast. We must take one each of the Red Dragon, Black Dragon, Blue Dragonflight, Green Dragonflight, and Bronze Dragonflight Whelps, starve them for ten days, and then torture them relentlessly, forcibly feeding them various delicious sauces to make them grow fat rapidly, especially their livers, which will become enormous, delicious, and juicy. I guarantee you will never forget the taste after just one bite."
Kalecgos turned pale with fright, his mind going blank, but he still noticed that the so-called black Whelps was actually Red Dragon dyed red.
Orcs have a long history of eating dragon meat. In the early days, the Dragonmaw Clan ate Red Dragons, and even one of the Red Dragon Queen's consorts was eaten alive. Thrall, together with the Burning Legion, murdered tens of thousands of Red Dragons in Mount Hyjal, and many Adult Red Dragons were devoured.
But when he actually witnessed this scene, Kalecgos was still terrified.
After the guests Kalecgos remained unsettled, as if he were lying on his seat at the mercy of others. Garrosh cut off a piece of tender Blue Dragonflight liver, put it in his mouth, and savored it slowly. Suddenly, he sighed:
"Kalecgos, do you know that Azeroth is in grave danger? Thrall has betrayed us and plotted to destroy Azeroth. I am in so much pain."
Eitrigg also said, "The great Warchief is deeply concerned for the safety of Azeroth and cannot sleep at night. Kalecgos, as the king of the Blue Dragonflight, you should also shoulder this heavy responsibility and share the Warchief's burdens."
"Yes, yes, I definitely will," Kalecgos stammered.
Taking the opportunity, Eitrigg handed over a thick document. "Kalecgos, the Aspect of the Blue, for the sake of Azeroth, we should cooperate sincerely. This is a cooperation agreement, and I hope that the Blue Dragonflight and the Orcs will always be friends."
Kalecgos, unusually vigilant, carefully examined the terms of the contract, one of which caught his attention.
"The Blue Dragonflight will forever be the slaves of Warchief Garrosh."