Listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, Sovik knew that he had arrived at Stormwind City Harbor.
Sovik took out a brocade pouch from his pocket and carefully opened it.
It took Sovik quite a while to understand the meaning of the crooked, scribbled text written by Garrosh himself, which resembled the scribbles of Kobold.
"As expected of Warchief Garrosh's calligraphy, it's unmatched in Azeroth; most people wouldn't even recognize it."
Calligraphers in Azeroth generally agree that Warchief Garrosh's calligraphy is the pinnacle of all time.
Of course, they had made the same assessment of Savior 'Thrall calligraphy in previous years.
Sovik, a Goblin architect, was appreciated by Garrosh and came to negotiate with Velen.
The cunning Velen had lived for tens of thousands of years, Garrosh was worried that Sovik would be tricked, so he gave him a secret plan.
After landing at Stormwind City Harbor, Velen led a group of noble Stormwind City citizens to greet him, and was about to exchange a few polite words.
Sovik took a deep breath, then started running, using the momentum to jump up and kick Velen in the chin.
Compared to Velen's towering frame, the Goblin Sovik was only knee-high, and had to jump to kick Velen's head.
Sovik had studied the way of the Monks, and his kick was very powerful. Velen was completely unprepared and collapsed to the ground, his vision going black.
A crowd gathered, whispering amongst themselves, but no one dared to stop the esteemed messenger of Warchief Garrosh.
Sovik took out a pair of Fist Weapons, put them on, straddled Velen's neck, and slapped Velen's face repeatedly.
Velen was completely stunned. He had never seen anything like this in tens of thousands of years, but he didn't have the courage to fight back, or even use his Holy Light to defend himself.
Before long, Velen's face was beaten so badly that his features were unrecognizable, and he kept howling in pain.
"Just as the Warchief had instructed, Velen is a useless coward who would never dare to rebel."
Sovik was exhausted. He stood up, wiped his sweat, and after catching his breath, shouted:
"The Warchief said that if you want to protect the Draenei, kill Thrall and beg the Warchief's forgiveness with Thrall's head."
Having said that, Sovik didn't waste any more words, turned around, and boarded the boat to leave.
Although Sovik was not tall, he was a giant in Stormwind City at that moment.
After a long while, with the flash of Holy Light, Velen healed his injuries, slowly got up, and still had an arrogant expression on his face.
Brushing the dust off his clothes, Velen declared loudly, "Not all wanderers have lost themselves. Warchief Garrosh is the noblest Orcs I have ever met. His wisdom, his courage, and his noble character inspire the Draenei to move forward."
Back in his room, Velen carefully weighed the pros and cons.
Warchief Garrosh still controls Orgrimmar, and with the support of Doras's richest man Kalimdor, it's fair to say that the Draenei's every need—food, drink, and shelter—is now in the hands of the Orcs.
Although Thrall had the support of the Fel Orcs, he could only control a portion of Pandaria and posed no threat to Exodar.
Making an enemy of Garrosh was unwise, Velen secretly regretted his previous foolish decision.
But Velen was too clever for him to offend Thrall just to curry favor with Garrosh.
"It would be better to stay behind the scenes, instigate someone to work for me, and take down Thrall."
Velen immediately pictured Anduin in his mind.
Pushing open the door, Anduin, huddled in the corner, watched the tall Velen approach step by step, and trembled as he said:
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! What are you doing? Help me!"
At this moment, Anduin mentally broken and was in a semi-mad state.
Velen sized up Anduin with ill intent. "Prince Highness, what good news! Weren't you going to support Garrosh?"
"No! No!" Anduin cried out. These past few days, Velen had tortured him in various ways whenever Garrosh was mentioned.
"I pledge allegiance to Thrall, I am Thrall's slave, please spare me."
Velen slapped him across the face and said viciously, "Remember, you now pledge allegiance to Warchief Garrosh."
Anduin looked at Velen with a confused expression, his mind a jumble of thoughts, feeling that things were different from before.
A strange light flickered in Velen's eyes, as if thin lines were leaping from them and penetrating Anduin's mind, controlling his thoughts, his actions, and his worldview. A Nightmare voice echoed in Anduin's ears:
"Remember, Thrall plotted to destroy Azeroth. You are Garrosh's dog, forever loyal to the Orcs. Go, unite all the forces of the Alliance, and destroy Thrall."
Anduin nodded blankly.
Stormwind City's politics took a sharp turn for the worse. Prince Anduin was released from prison and surprisingly gained Velen's support, siding with Garrosh and declaring war on Thrall.
The Peace Dove's efforts, though widespread, have created a dark cloud hanging over the city, and the situation is almost irreversible.
King Varian fell ill and refused to leave his post. The old ministers and generals who could influence the political situation either retired to their hometowns or simply sided with Anduin.
Late at night, a young guard sneaked into SI:7 and met with SI:7 leader, Mathias Shaw Shaw.
"King Varian's personal order can no longer be tolerated; the Secret Weapon must be activated."
Mathias Shaw Shaw was shocked. "Are we really going to activate the Secret Weapon?"
The guard nodded. "Velen's actions have gone too far; they're threatening the destruction of the Kingdom of Stormwind."
Shaw nodded. "Okay, I'll activate the Secret Weapon tomorrow."
Early the next morning, Velen and Anduin walked into Stormwind Keep while discussing their plans.
Anduin had regained his senses and said with a determined look:
"My suggestion is to send three-quarters of humanity as military rations to Warchief Garrosh, and then have the remaining quarter directly engage Thrall in battle."
Velen said with a solemn expression:
"You must be careful, this involves many nobles, and everyone must be treated equally. Since ordinary people are willing to sacrifice for Azeroth, the nobles cannot be spared either."
Anduin looked troubled. "Asking nobles to make Consecration might encounter resistance, after all, many members of the Peace Dove are nobles."
Velen's beard fluttered as he shouted, "What's wrong with the Peace Dove? Shouldn't it be sacrificed for Azeroth? It's the duty of every human being!"
As soon as they entered Stormwind Keep, two large nets descended from the sky, covering Anduin and Velen respectively.
Three Blackrock Orcs stepped out from the side, their faces contorted with rage as they sized up Velen and Anduin.
"Haha, such fresh food! One is tender and juicy, the other is nourishing and healthy. We three brothers are truly blessed."
The Blackstone Three Brothers of Lakeshire are terrifying killers who strike fear into the hearts of all.
Upon seeing the Orcs, Anduin's Power of the Holy Light vanished, while Velen was terrified and his limbs went weak.
The Blackstone Three Brothers defeated Velen and Anduin, and then took out knives to cut their flesh.
In the critical moment, Velen finally mustered his courage, used the Power of the Holy Light to push away the Blackstone Three Brothers, grabbed Anduin, and ran away.
"You won't escape! I'm going to eat you all!" the Blackstone Three Brothers roared as they chased after them.
Velen and Anduin wished they had two more legs; they had never run so fast before. In times of crisis, people can unleash terrifying potential, and they actually ran all the way to the port in one go.
Velen's ship was docked in the harbor. Velen and Anduin had no choice but to flee, and hurriedly ordered their crew to set sail.
From afar, the shouts of the three brothers could still be heard:
"With the three of us brothers here, you won't get a single step near Stormwind City. We'll eat you alive."