With King Varian's support, the Female Orcs Jaina was emboldened and rose to persuade the various races of the Alliance.
On the surface, all the tribes acknowledged the legitimacy of the King Varian's Alliance leader and expressed their support.
For example, the Ironforge Humans sent a Dwarf musketeer squad of about 500 men and 20 Dwarf helicopters.
The Gnome responded quickly, sending out ten Steam Tanks.
The Humans and Night Elves also expressed their support, verbally backing King Varian.
Only the Draenei remained somewhat ambiguous in their attitude.
Overall, the main force of the Alliance is still the Kingdom of Stormwind, a human kingdom that has been ravaged by war, riddled with holes, and rising from the ruins. It is forced to embark on a journey once again.
Stormwind City Harbor was filled with thousands of ships, and even with Varian's best efforts, he could only muster two hundred, more than half of which were Troop Transport Ship.
To ensure logistical support, all fishing boats in the kingdom were requisitioned, though whether they could cross the Great Sea remained uncertain, but Varian had no other choice.
The first batch of soldiers sent out numbered only 30,000, with the rest still being mobilized. In order to boost morale, Varian decided to lead the expedition in person.
This was not the first time Kingdom of Stormwind had mobilized for war; the people of Kingdom of Stormwind had already gone bankrupt during the Northern Expedition against the Lich King.
The people of this land are incredibly resilient, able to withstand repeated exploitation—it's an incredible miracle.
Varian stood on the deck of the Skyfire, looking down at the massive Alliance fleet below, contemplating the war's strategy.
The Alliance's mission was to capture Orgrimmar and cut off Garrosh's retreat.
Intelligence had already been sent by spies that Orgrimmar had built numerous Portals, allowing the Kor'kron forces in the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms to teleport there at any time.
The only way to win is for Varian and Thrall to join forces and wage war simultaneously in Orgrimmar and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, thus overwhelming Garrosh in the process.
This requires the Female Orcs Jaina to mediate.
Footsteps approached, and a secret agent from SI:7 came to report.
"King Majesty, Thrall's army has entered the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, established camp, and is preparing to attack Garrosh's base. They need to coordinate their timing with us."
"Good, very good!"
King Varian was greatly pleased and said eloquently, "At this critical juncture, Thrall disregarded past grievances and sent a large army to join forces with us. He truly deserves to be called a great Savior; his foresight is beyond the reach of ordinary people. After this battle, Garrosh is destined to perish. Pass on my order to express our gratitude to Thrall."
Turning around, Varian noticed the spy hadn't moved and asked curiously:
Why don't you leave?
The spy hesitated, as if he wanted to speak but then stopped.
Varian frowned slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "How many men does Thrall's army have?"
The spy breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Thirty Jinyu, twenty Hozen, three Pandaren, and one Yaungol."
"What?"
Varian was so angry he saw stars; this wasn't even enough for Garrosh to eat in one meal.
"Damn Thrall, he's just going to sit back and watch me and Garrosh fight it out, then come out and clean up the mess when we're both exhausted."
Varian slammed his fist on the railing, gritting his teeth in hatred.
The Female Orcs Jaina stepped barefoot onto the deck, wearing a pink nightgown covered in thick brown fur, revealing her elephant-leg-like thighs. She smiled charmingly:
"Your King, what has made you so angry?"
Varian turned around, and upon seeing the Female Orcs Jaina's nightmarish smile, his anger subsided considerably.
"It's Thrall. He has no intention of cooperating with me. He just sits and watches me fight Garrosh to the death. What was the point of everything I did?"
The Female Orcs Jaina smiled faintly, "Your King, please calm down. This is Thrall's scheme. In fact, the main force of the Fel Orcs has already infiltrated the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, waiting for Garrosh to relax his guard and think that only the Alliance can attack Orgrimmar. Then this army can work its magic and take down Garrosh's base in one fell swoop."
Varian turned around and looked at the SI:7.
The spies shook their heads. "We haven't detected the main force of the Fel Orcs."
The Female Orcs Jaina scoffed, "If we can't hide it from SI:7, how could we possibly hide it from Garrosh?"
Varian pondered for a long time. If that were the case, it would be a good plan, but could the Female Orcs Jaina be trusted?
This was a test of the King's wisdom and decisiveness. Varian, unable to make a decision, tentatively asked:
Even so, the Alliance forces must withstand the direct pressure of Garrosh's army.
The Female Orcs Jaina smiled sweetly, "I'm here for you. I've already prepared the Teleportation Array. After Thrall's Fel Orcs army captures the camp in the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms, they can immediately appear at the back gate of Orgrimmar via the Teleportation Array, attacking from both sides and hastening Garrosh's demise."
It's important to understand that not all Kings are wise, powerful, or exceptionally intelligent.
Even King is human; he can be swayed by emotions and make wrong judgments.
Upon seeing the gentle smile of the Female Orcs Jaina, Varian's heart softened, and he chose to trust her.
"As expected of Thrall, a brilliant plan indeed. Jaina, it's too cold, go and rest in the cabin, I'll be there soon."
The Female Orcs Jaina winked and entered the cabin, still wearing her nightgown.
The SI:7, mustering his courage, approached Varian and whispered, "King Majesty, this is a lie. We bribed one of Vol'jin's men. Thrall's Fel Orcs haven't been mobilized at all. Besides, our plan is enough to defeat Garrosh. Thrall only needs to cooperate; there's no need for anything extra."
Varian turned around, his face contorted in a grotesque, Demons expression, and punched the spy in the face.
"What do you know, you fool? I am the great King Varian, and I have never made a mistake."
Despite his nosebleed, the spy persisted, shouting, "Your King, you must reconsider! If we fall for Thrall's scheme, Kingdom of Stormwind is doomed. We'll all be eaten by the Orcs. You know that Jaina is an imposter; why would the Orcs help humans?"
A sharp blade plunged into the spy's chest. Varian, his face contorted in rage, viciously pulled out his sword.
Anyone who speaks ill of Jaina deserves to die.
Strange waves suddenly surged up on the calm sea.
Looking down from the Skyfire, with the center of the fleet as the origin, the waves spread outward in circles, making ships of all sizes seem to be stuck in a swamp, unable to move forward even half a step.
At the same time, the Skyfire was enveloped by a cold wind, and its propellers quickly froze, as if being supported by an unseen hand, slowly descending towards the sea.
This is magic!
Varian's expression changed drastically, and he gripped the railing tightly.
The spy he had just killed came back to life, stood up, stared intently at Varian, and uttered an eerie sound:
"Your King, are you really willing to sacrifice all of humanity just to please a female Orcs?"
"Who are you?" Varian asked in terror.
The spy's voice was hoarse. "The sea has buried countless lives; the wronged souls demand justice from you."
On the high seas, countless Restless Souls walked on the water, surrounding the Alliance fleet. Despite the bright sunshine, a chilling darkness pervaded the scene.
The Skyfire landed safely on the sea. After a violent jolt, Varian heard a scream.
The Female Orcs Jaina, her hair disheveled, burst from the cabin, crying out, "Impossible! Why did my Legion Teleportation fail?"