Thrall followed behind the Emissary, utterly despondent.
The Emissary said with exasperation, "That Ogre has done far better than you. He's impersonated you and held numerous media conferences, using the name of the Savior to become a popular idol. Do you know what's most despicable about him?"
Thrall shook his head indifferently, no longer caring about anything.
The Emissary glanced at the listless Thrall and sighed, "The Ogre Jaina said that Thrall and Jaina were originally one person, and that she was Ogre."
"How is this possible?"
Thrall, who was already preparing to retire into seclusion and had been disheartened, was so shocked by the news that he jumped up.
The Emissary coldly mocked:
"You should know the people of Azeroth. They have no independent thought, no opinions, and no judgment. If you tell them Jaina is a female Orcs, they will support you. If you tell them Jaina is Ogre, they will still say you are right. Now that Ogre Jaina has said that Thrall and Jaina were originally one person, everyone naturally accepts it."
"But Jaina and I are not the same person, nor are we Ogres. Even a fool wouldn't believe that." Thrall couldn't understand.
"The people of Azeroth are not fools; they are very clever!" the Emissary whispered.
Thrall revealed a hint of his former domineering air. "Just a bunch of lowly food, fine, what should I do?"
The Emissary said solemnly, "I will help you kill the Ogre Jaina. You need to hold a press conference to reveal the truth."
"So, I'm going to deny what I said before? Isn't that going back on my word? It's an insult to my dignity." Thrall was very uncomfortable.
The Emissary said calmly, "Your dignity is determined by what you say and what the people of Azeroth must believe. Rest assured, this will only increase your prestige."
Jade Forest, Tian Monastery.
At this moment, a massive crowd of tens of thousands has gathered here to listen to the teachings of the great Savior Thrall.
The Ogre Jaina, disguised as Thrall, gave a speech in public, talking about Justice, justice, morality, and the principles of human nature.
These words have been said countless times by different people, and each time they seem to inspire the audience, who applaud and cheer.
Although the Ogre Jaina was unaware of the existence of the Emissary, she instinctively sensed the danger, yet she was reluctant to relinquish her identity Thrall's Savior.
So he gave speeches for several days in a row, waiting for the dust to settle in the Battle of Orgrimmar before making any further plans.
In the eyes of the Ogre Jaina, these tens of thousands of spectators were her protective shield; even if someone wanted to deal with her, they wouldn't do it in front of so many people.
Unfortunately, the Ogre Jaina was too naive.
The Emissary led Thrall into the Tian Monastery. Before the Ogre Jaina could react, the Emissary gently raised his right hand, and a terrifying giant hand descended from the sky, instantly killing thousands of spectators. The Tian Monastery was thrown into chaos as the spectators who had supported the great Savior were terrified and fled in all directions.
Unfortunately, the Emissary refused to let them go, unleashing a series of wide-range spells that quickly wiped out the audience at Tian Monastery, leaving limbs scattered everywhere and rivers of blood flowing.
The Ogre Jaina was stunned; she had never seen such a ruthless person, killing people like mowing grass.
The Emissary took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, glanced at the Ogre, and said calmly:
"I know what you're planning. You wanted to incite these good-for-nothings to risk their lives to protect you, so you could escape in the chaos. Unfortunately for you, you've run into me. You might as well kill yourself!"
The Ogre Jaina roared in resentment, "I am the great Savior Thrall! I led the Orcs to save Azeroth time and time again! And what have you done?"
Bang!
The Ogre Jaina's head exploded, and her headless corpse fell to the ground.
"Thrall, it's your turn to shine now." The Emissary calmly.
Thrall, beaming, said, "That's easy. I know someone called Big Candle Gagg; he'll say whatever you tell him to say."
Soon, major media outlets in Azeroth published Thrall's important speech:
"I really don't understand. Jaina is clearly a gentle and beautiful human woman, yet you insist on calling her an Orcs. Some of you are even more foolish as to call Jaina an Ogre. Where are your brains? Aren't you all shameless?"
"I now tell you, as the great Savior, that Jaina is a human, her father is Admiral Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, and her mother is Lady Katherine of noble birth. Countless pieces of evidence are laid out before us, yet some people remain obstinate."
"Anyone who believes Jaina is Orcs or Ogre is an enemy of this Savior, and will be expelled from Azeroth."
After the report was published, people eagerly read it and expressed their gratitude to the great Savior Thrall for Jaina's name.
As it turns out, the people of Azeroth are very good at forgetting; they seem to have completely forgotten that it was Thrall, the Savior Thrall described Jaina as a female Orcs and Ogre just a few days ago.
Orgrimmar.
Garrosh had been suffering from insomnia for many days, and his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.
With Orgrimmar under siege and food supplies running out, Garrosh was forced to kill soldiers for food, which sparked a mutiny among them.
After finally managing to quell the rebellion, Orgrimmar's water supply was sabotaged; someone had secretly poisoned it.
Garrosh, his eyes red, questioned his subordinates:
"I want to know who did it?"
At this moment, the generals were restless, each harboring their own secrets, and they stammered, unable to utter a word.
Only Gamon remained calm. "Warchief, Orgrimmar is in a state of panic, and finding the culprit is too difficult. I've heard that a few Pandaren the Peace Dove serve the Warchief. Why not use them as scapegoats to appease the soldiers' resentment?"
Although most Pandaren became food for the Orcs, a small number of Pandaren were still highly valued by Garrosh and held important positions in Orgrimmar.
This is merely a means to control the Pandaren, to keep them from losing hope. Garrosh will never trust the Pandaren, and now is the time to use them.
Garrosh nodded. "It's time for them to serve Azeroth."
Gamon stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Warchief, as the creator of the Iron Battle Scorpion and the Proto-Dragon Galakras, I bear the unshirkable responsibility for the defeat in this war. I beg the Warchief to bring me to justice, preferably in public, to boost morale."
Garrosh shook his head repeatedly. "No, Master Gamon, you have not made any mistake, how could I bear to punish you!"
Gamon sighed, "Warchief, there's no time left. If we hold out for a few more days, things will surely turn around. What does it matter if I suffer a little?"
After much deliberation, in order to prevent morale from plummeting again, Garrosh had no choice but to punish Gamon, hanging him from a large tree at the entrance to the Drag.
After finishing his official duties, Garrosh swayed and staggered back to his tent, where he began to meditate.
"Great, immortal being, please enlighten me! Am I destined to fail like this? I wasn't defeated by Thrall, but by Varian and Sylvanas! I am not reconciled!"
The mysterious entity quickly responded:
"Garrosh, you need not worry. Today's defeat is only temporary. Everything is ready, and a much wider road to heaven lies before you."