Orgrimmar, the Golden Horde.
The Magic Gem, the size of a human head, shimmered, making the golden tent as bright as day.
Garrosh drank alone, enjoying a delicious roasted Tauren meat, and basked in the glory of his new concubine.
Just thinking about those sharp, exquisite fangs, the thick waist like Tauren, and the strong body odor filled Garrosh with excitement.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the tent. Garrosh jerked his head up, sensing something was wrong, and shouted for the guards.
The guards, shivering from the cold at the door, rushed in to check upon hearing the chief's order, only to find nothing.
Garrosh thought he was just drunk and paranoid, so he didn't take it seriously. But then that strange wind blew again.
They summoned the guards again to search the tent, but still found nothing.
Garrosh was restless, sensing something was about to happen; his nerves were on edge, and he was very tense.
A strange wind extinguished the Magic Crystal, plunging the golden tent into darkness. Garrosh let out a strange cry and summoned the guards for the third time.
Still finding nothing, the guards' gazes towards Garrosh changed, infuriating Garrosh so much that he twisted off the heads of several guards in succession.
Garrosh lost all interest in drinking. Feeling increasingly uneasy, he shakily lit a torch, only to have it suddenly go out.
Garrosh was so frightened that he crawled under the table. In his hazy vision, he saw a figure drift into the golden tent like a ghost.
To the Orcs, he was thin and bony, like Undead Scourge.
Garrosh plopped down on his knees and yelled, "A ghost!"
Unfortunately, one of the guards had his head twisted off by him, and the other guards dared not approach, so no one heard Garrosh's cries for help.
Garrosh composed himself before noticing that it was a human woman with beautiful blonde hair.
"Jaina, it's you." Garrosh finally recognized the visitor; it turned out that everything was Jaina's doing.
Jaina chuckled and said, "People say the Golden Horde in Orgrimmar is even more terrifying than Deathwing, and even the Titans can't get close to the Warchief. But to me, it's nothing special."
Garrosh forced a smile, trying to appear calm, but it looked worse than a grimace.
"Jaina, Theramore and Orgrimmar have always been allies. What brings you here so late at night?"
Jaina smiled and said, "I'm wondering if I can take your head, and what kind of magic would be most suitable."
Garrosh's legs went weak with fear, and he said with a forced smile, "Jaina, you can't joke like that."
Jaina said gently, "I heard you made a pact with Kalecgos."
"Declare it invalid, immediately invalidate it. That was just a joke."
Garrosh retrieved the pact with Kalecgos from the pile of documents and destroyed it in front of Jaina.
"It seems things aren't so difficult after all. The Warchief Horde easy to talk to." Jaina picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. "Don't worry, Garrosh, I'm not here to kill you. What's the point of killing you? Thrall that bastard Thrall comes back as Warchief, or if it's any other Orcs, things will be the same."
Garrosh finally felt relieved and stayed obediently to the side, like a pet that had made a mistake.
"Garrosh, I've come to cooperate with you."
Jaina doesn't care about Garrosh; what she cares about is the attitude of the former Guardian, Aegwynn. Jaina is willing to pay any price to win Aegwynn back.
"Cooperation? Great!" Garrosh agreed without hesitation.
Jaina stared intently at Garrosh: "Do you hate Thrall?"
"Of course, I wish he were dead right now," Garrosh blurted out.
Jaina nodded and smiled, "Then let him die."
Garrosh was confused, scratching his bald head, not understanding what he meant.
"So, do you hate King Varian? Do you hate Malfurion and Tyrande? Do you hate Sylvanas?" Jaina pressed, continuing her questioning.
Garrosh sensed Jaina's hatred and grinned, saying, "I really want them all to die."
"Me too," Jaina said coldly. "I have a plan to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."
"Tell me about it." Garrosh immediately became interested.
Jaina revealed her pre-prepared plan. "We'll use the pretext of eliminating Lei Shen and rescuing Ra-den. I'll lobby the Alliance races, and you'll order the Horde leaders to convene a conference in Theramore, then wipe them all out. If we succeed, Azeroth will be ours."
Garrosh's eyes darted around after hearing this, and he asked with concern, "My first question is, these leaders are of noble status and must be accompanied by powerful guards. For example, High Archmage Antonidas, who is with Sylvanas, could easily open Portal to escape. How can we eliminate them all?"
Jaina, prepared for this, replied, "Have you heard of the Focusing Iris of the Blue Dragonflight?"
Garrosh was taken aback. He had heard of Focusing Iris before, but Garrosh didn't know how to use it.
Jaina said viciously, "If used properly, the Focusing Iris can unleash tremendous energy in an instant, leveling Theramore to the ground. No one can escape. Not many people know this secret; Kalecgos only learned it after becoming the Aspect of the Blue."
Garrosh was overjoyed. "Such a good thing! Excellent, excellent, this is wonderful! But there's still a problem. The leaders of the Alliance Horde are all shrewd people. Without sufficient incentives, I'm afraid no one will be willing to attend the meeting just because of the goal of rescuing Ra-den. If we send a few representatives, our plan will fall through."
Jaina calmly replied, "I've already thought this through. Now that the Blue Dragonflight is on the verge of extinction, there are two things that the leaders of the various races cannot refuse. The first is the Blue Dragonflight's countless treasures. Who would refuse under the pretext of discussing the distribution of the Blue Dragonflight's treasures? The second is the right to allocate the Ley Line. No one wants the Ley Line to fall into the hands of others. The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde will definitely come in person."
The Ley Line, a creation of the Titans that transformed Azeroth to manage Arcane energy, covers the entire Azeroth. Mages can use Arcane Magic simply by connecting to the Ley Line, without the need for cumbersome incantations or casting animations, making it extremely convenient and quick.
Unfortunately, the Ley Line has long been controlled by Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue. Originally, Malygos was appointed by the Titans to manage the Ley Line, but he took it for himself.
After Malygos's disappearance, the Ley Line became ownerless, and the new Aspect of the Blue Kalecgos was too weak to take over the Ley Line.
Many in Azeroth coveted the Ley Line, but because of Malygos's example, even Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, dared not monopolize Ley Line.
Garrosh Hellscream, Warchief of the Horde, is the most powerful man in Azeroth.
If he were to take the lead in allocating the Ley Line, he would surely gain everyone's approval. After all, there aren't many mages among the Orcs, and Garrosh knows nothing about magic, so he has no ability to dominate the Ley Line.
Garrosh, his eyes gleaming, paced back and forth inside the tent, his fear of Jaina long since vanished.
"Haha, a flawless plan, but Jaina, are you willing to give up Theramore?"
Jaina smiled slightly, "I have never cared about Theramore. After the leaders of the Alliance races are dead, I am the High Queen of the Alliance."