"King Varian, we meet again."
The Female Orcs Jaina struck a pose, her gaze darting around, and the guards beside Varian kept their faces tense, barely managing to stay from vomiting.
King Varian, however, remained calm and stepped down from his throne to greet him.
Jaina, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Varian's voice was deep and steady as he gently grasped the wrist of the Female Orcs Jaina.
Several solemn-looking Court Mages stood on either side of Varian. Human Charm was not considered a sophisticated spell, and even if cast by Archmage, it was easily resisted.
The Female Orcs Jaina abandoned the idea of using her Human Charm and said softly:
"Your King, many things have happened since the destruction of Theramore. Someone in Dalaran impersonating me, which is causing me a great deal of trouble."
Then, the Female Orcs Jaina raised her voice, her tone booming. "As everyone knows, I am an Orcs, not a human."
The claim that Jaina is a female Orcs originates from Thrall, the Savior. Everything the great Savior says is the truth, so no one dares to oppose him.
At least they wouldn't dare to oppose or deny the great Savior in public, lest they be drowned out by the "Justice" spittle of the crowd.
Varian smiled and said sincerely, "When I fled to Southshore, I first heard of Jaina, the most beautiful woman in Kul Tiras, and I admired her greatly. You are clearly a noble female Orcs, you were, you are, and you will be. I really don't know what some people are thinking, insisting on denying this fact."
The Female Orcs Jaina grinned. "Your King, there aren't many people as reasonable as you anymore. I will make those who spread rumors pay the price sooner or later."
Varian was in high spirits. His previously indifferent gaze was now filled with tenderness and affection, as if he were a young man attending a ball with his beloved for the first time.
"Jaina, this way please. I've prepared a grand banquet. Let's eat and chat. Oh, and you may all go and rest now."
Varian waved his hand, and several Court Mages bowed to the foreigners and took their leave.
One of the young Court Mages was puzzled and whispered to his colleague, "Senior, I've been observing that female Orcs the whole time. She hasn't used any charm magic, so why does King Varian seem to be bewitched?"
The white-bearded Court Mages lowered his voice. "Young man, is there a woman you admire, whom you desire but cannot have?"
The young man blushed and nodded. Even if he became the King's Court Mages, he still couldn't be with the woman he loved at will.
The old Court Mages patted the young man on the shoulder. "His Majesty the King is different from you. If he wants, all human women will throw themselves at him. To King Majesty, human women have long lost their appeal. You must have heard the rumors that His King has kept a female Tauren."
The young man stared at the old Court Mages in astonishment. "Could His Majesty the King really have been bewitched? Not by Charm Magic, but by the allure of the woman's appearance and demeanor? How is that possible? She's a female Orcs! I barely managed to hold back my vomit."
The old Court Mages's gaze was profound. "What you can't have, His King has long since grown tired of. Humans are forever seeking novelty and excitement."
Inside the hall of Stormwind Keep, used to entertain VIPs, dozens of priceless Magic Crystals shimmered, as bright as day.
A golden-brown Tauren was brought to the table, its skin coated with Tauren and its belly stuffed with spices and seasonings. After being carefully cooked, it exuded an intoxicating aroma.
"I've heard he's one of Cairne Bloodhoof's sons, and once served as Baine's Commander of the Guards."
King Varian chuckled, "Jaina, I wonder if you have any knowledge of Tauren?"
How to savor Tauren meat has become an art for the upper class. The lineage, origin, and status of the ingredients in life are all very important. For example, if a Tauren is of noble chieftain blood, its value increases a hundredfold; if it was an official of Thunder Bluff, its value increases dozens of times.
The Female Orcs Jaina politely took a small bite, chewing carefully. "I felt a power, the blood of the earth flowing between my muscles; it must be a descendant of Cairne."
King Varian said admiringly, "As expected of Lady Jaina, truly brilliant."
After tasting a few bites of Tauren meat and drinking half a glass of red wine, the Female Orcs Jaina changed the subject:
"King Majesty, Azeroth is in dire straits. Garrosh is plotting to destroy Azeroth, Thrall, the Savior, is struggling to resist him. We desperately need your support."
King Varian smiled faintly and said, "No rush. Before we understand Garrosh's true strength, the Alliance should not get involved in this war."
The Female Orcs Jaina said solemnly, "King Majesty, are you aware that Garrosh has a powerful being backing him? The Cataclysm occurred because of this, and in order not to offend that powerful being, we had to shift the blame onto Deathwing."
King Varian looked somber. As the leader of the Alliance, he was displeased that he lacked the support of such a mysterious figure.
The Female Orcs Jaina continued, "Powerful beings can change their minds at any time. If they are determined to support Garrosh, this war will be prolonged once again. Your King, I believe you would not want to see a second Cataclysm, with Azeroth devastated, cities destroyed, and kingdoms overthrown."
Varian took a slight breath, increasingly finding Jaina's words to be true.
This is what is known as "love me, love my dog"—Varian's fondness for the Female Orcs Jaina influenced Varian judgment.
Seeing Varian moved, the Female Orcs Jaina continued:
"In my humble opinion, the only way to save Azeroth is to unite with Thrall, the Savior, and defeat Garrosh with lightning speed."
Varian for a moment, then added with a smile, "Then let's join forces with Thrall to help those in need. Garrosh must die! Cheers!"
The following night, a grand ball was held at Stormwind Keep, attended by all the nobles of Stormwind City.
Varian and Jaina danced their first dance, and Varian publicly declared that Jaina was an Orcs woman, an indisputable fact.
Anyone who doubts Jaina's origins or smears the noble Lady Jaina will be charged with treason.
The nobles of Stormwind City expressed their support, genuinely acknowledging Jaina as a female Orcs.
The media in Azeroth also rushed to report on the case, severely condemning the small group of bad elements who doubted Jaina's origins. They used rigorous logical analysis, presented facts and reasoning, and cited numerous testimonies from famous figures to prove that Jaina was a female Orcs.
Undeniable, unassailable, and beyond question.
Jade Forest, Tian Monastery.
Thrall read the latest newspaper, felt a bit tired, and grinned:
"Azeroth is truly a bunch of spineless cowards. When I said Jaina was a female Orcs, they could only support and agree; not a single one questioned it."
Vol'jin, standing nearby, asked, "Savior Lord, the Alliance is preparing to send troops to Orgrimmar. How should we respond?"
Thrall laughed smugly:
"Now it's my turn to observe. I'll wait until the Alliance and Garrosh are both exhausted before I step in to clean up the mess and wipe them out in one fell swoop. From then on, there will be no more Alliance and Horde."