Baine scrambled to his feet, his attitude shifting drastically, and roared, "Garrosh, you think you have everything under control? Without me, you get nothing!"
Having said that, before Garrosh could react, Baine tore open a Teleportation Scroll, a flash of green light, and Baine vanished.
Garrosh's eyes widened as he finally understood Baine's meaning.
If High Archmage Antonidas were here, Baine would not have been able to escape.
Since Jaina was eaten by Thrall and Dalaran was ruled by a fake Jaina, Teleportation Scrolls have become incredibly precious, which is why Garrosh made his mistake.
Eitrigg moved closer to where Baine had been and sniffed the air:
"This smell is familiar; it must be Fel."
Fel, the Burning Legion, Baine's teleportation is Legion Teleportation.
Garrosh suddenly realized the origin of the Teleportation Scroll and was furious.
During the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Orcs and the Burning Legion secretly colluded, and Thrall alone controlled how they communicated and coordinated.
Since assuming the position of Warchief, Garrosh has been unable to establish contact with the Burning Legion, which has become a major concern for him.
"Could the Burning Legion's attitude ultimately determine who wins and loses the battle against Thrall?"
Thinking of this, Garrosh was in a very bad mood, but he couldn't show cowardice to his subordinates, so he laughed and said:
"Baine is no longer of any use. We should install a puppet chieftain to replace him, but there's one thing I need to confirm."
Garrosh led his army to the Meat Cattle breeding base, which had long been under the control of the Orcs.
A general approached Garrosh and whispered, "Warchief, something terrible has happened; we're too late."
Garrosh's face darkened. Led by his general, he arrived at the research laboratory of the breeding base and smelled a strong stench of blood.
Seven Tauren Druids and twelve Tauren Shaman lay dead in pools of blood, and all the research data on Meat Cattle had vanished.
Garrosh understood, and said fiercely, "Baine."
This must be from Baine, which would prevent Garrosh from obtaining Meat Cattle breeding technology.
Garrosh was furious and roared, "Baine, you forced me to this! The only purpose of the Tauren is to provide flesh and blood for the Orcs. Now that you've taken away the technology for Meat Cattle, the Tauren have no reason to exist. I will make the Tauren of Mulgore a thing of the past!"
Eitrigg's eyes darted around, and he chuckled:
"Warchief, isn't that too easy on Baine? We all know that Baine doesn't really care about the lives of the Tauren race; he wasn't even Tauren to begin with."
Garrosh's eyes widened, and he said fiercely, "What do you mean?"
Eitrigg chuckled and said:
"Why not order Sylvanas to send an Undead Mage to resurrect these Tauren, so they can continue to feed Orcs Tauren and live in humiliation forever?"
Garrosh laughed heartily, "Very well, Eitrigg, we'll do as you say, but we can't have come all this way for nothing."
After pondering for a while, Garrosh generously waved his hand and gave the order:
"Just kill half the Tauren, because I am the merciful Warchief."
With a flash of light, Baine fell from mid-air, landing face-first in the dirt.
"This teleportation is different from before."
Teleportation is an art, Baine felt that this teleportation was designed for larger creatures, which is why he fell to the ground after the teleportation was completed.
Creatures even larger than Tauren, Ogres, or Demons of the Burning Legion!
The sound of waves reached my ears, and under the bright moonlight, the azure sea stretched out in the distance.
This must be a cliff by the sea. Baine stood up and saw a figure in a purple robe standing in front of him from behind.
"Jaina, is that you?" Baine asked tentatively.
Just as Baine was about to escape, someone delivered a Teleportation Scroll, along with a handwritten letter signed Jaina.
Although rumors circulated that Jaina had been eaten by Thrall, there was no concrete evidence, and Baine still held onto a sliver of hope.
The figure in front of me was tall and strong, large enough to fit two human women inside.
Baine rubbed his eyes, sensing something was wrong. How did Jaina become like this?
People say a "back view killer" is someone whose back view is so striking; this back view is more likely to give you nightmares.
The figure in the purple robe slowly turned around, and Baine saw sharpened fangs and green skin. In the bright moonlight, vegetable leaves were clearly visible stuck to the large incisors.
Baine was startled and unconsciously took a step back.
A female Orcs.
"That's right, I am Jaina." The female Orcs grinned, revealing what she thought was a seductive yet menacing smile.
"Damn it, how could Jaina be a female Orcs?" Baine muttered to himself.
"Baine, you should have known. I actually used magic to disguise myself as a human. Theramore is destroyed, so there's no need to hide it anymore. I'm going to tell everyone that Jaina is a female Orcs," the female Orcs said solemnly.
Who would believe such nonsense?
It's important to know that Orcs have extremely poor magical affinity; apart from Hagara the Stormbinder, Baine had never heard of Archmage among the Orcs.
Furthermore, the female Orcs's every move exudes Fel energy, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to Jaina's magic.
But considering Jaina's actions, only her being a female Orcs can make sense.
Baine gradually came to understand: Thrall had someone impersonate Jaina, disdaining to find a human woman, and directly invited a female Orcs trained by the Burning Legion.
This is Thrall's contempt for Azeroth. I say Jaina is a female Orcs, and she is a female Orcs. Who dares to disagree?
Everyone knows it's a lie, but everyone is forced to accept it; what could better demonstrate the authority of the Savior Thrall?
Thrall was already merciful by not having Ogre impersonate Jaina.
Baine dared not oppose Thrall, especially since his life had been saved by the Female Orcs Jaina, who was connected to the Burning Legion. Thrall would probably have to treat her with utmost respect.
"Jaina, thank you for your Teleportation Scroll. Where is this place?"
"Northwatch Hold." The Female Orcs Jaina grinned. "Theramore was destroyed by Garrosh, and I will not let this go unpunished. At my call, a group of righteous people have responded. They have sold their possessions, purchased weapons and armor, and gathered at Northwatch Hold."
The Northwatch Hold, the Orcs' meat storehouse. When Orgrimmar was at its most difficult, it was Jaina, under the guise of peace, fed countless Alliance soldiers to the Orcs.
Baine didn't know if this scene would repeat itself.
"How can I help?" Baine asked.
The Female Orcs Jaina declared Justice, "This is a critical moment for Azeroth, a moment of life and death. I need to persuade the Alliance and Horde to join forces against the Evil Garrosh. The leaders of the Alliance and Horde will surely succumb to my charm. While I am away, you will be in charge of the Northwatch Hold."
"Okay!" Baine agreed.
It's absolutely impossible to succumb to the charm of the Female Orcs Jaina.
But behind her is the terrifying Burning Legion; who would dare to offend the Burning Legion?
Baine entered the Northwatch Hold, Female Orcs Jaina opened Portal and left, beginning her lobbying journey.