Emerging from Karazhan, Thrall hummed an unknown tune, his heart filled with joy.
Since the opening of the Dark Portal, Medivh has been influencing the situation in Azeroth. Although the Lich King Arthas unexpectedly appeared, he has maintained control over the region.
Even Garrosh's defeat and trial were accomplished with Medivh's tacit approval.
Now, Garrosh's creation of the Iron Horde in the Parallel Worlds of Draenor thirty-five years ago has escaped Medivh's control, causing Medivh displeasure.
Medivh sent his disciple Khadgar to join the chaos, which greatly eased Thrall's burden and reduced the risk of him dying on the battlefield.
Khadgar was a battle-hardened leader, especially experienced in dealing with Orcs.
In addition, Medivh gave Thrall another task, which coincided with Vol'jin's instructions: to contact the Alliance and work together to build the Dark Portal.
Thrall used the Orb of Deception to transform into a human and had a drink in a tavern in Darkshire.
After much deliberation and racking his brains, Thrall couldn't find a reason to persuade Varian.
"This is an impossible task, unless Varian is an idiot."
Thrall growled irritably, downed half a bottle of liquor, and suddenly his eyes lit up as he thought of a plan.
Since he couldn't complete the task himself, he threatened someone else to take his place. In order to survive, that person would fight to the death to complete the mission.
The preferred replacement is the Prophet Velen.
They met in Booty Bay.
Velen arrived at the Booty Bay Inn half a day early to arrange to meet in the morning, but he waited until dark without seeing Thrall.
Velen felt a deep-seated fear of Thrall, the Savior, not only because Thrall was highly respected among the Orcs were the nemesis of the Draenei.
Velen cared more about the prophecy.
Amidst countless chaotic visions and prophecies, Thrall transformed into the terrifying Beast Emperor, devouring Azeroth in one gulp and leaving a shadow in Velen's heart.
Thrall did not appear, Velen dared not leave. He waited for three days and three nights, nearly fainting from hunger Thrall Velen arrived.
I just got back from Karazhan.
Thrall grinned and deliberately threatened:
"Prophet Velen, you are doomed. Medivh knows of your collusion with Garrosh and is furious. He plans to use magic to destroy Exodar, extract your soul, and seal it within Construct. Medivh has said that Karazhan needs a new Curator."
Velen turned pale with fright, knelt on the ground with a thud, and cried out, "Savior, save me!"
Thrall sat opposite Velen, feigning to take credit, and said:
"Thanks to my pleading, Medivh agreed to spare your life for now, but he specifically instructed me on one thing: if you fail to complete it, all the old and new scores will be settled together."
Velen saw a glimmer of hope and pleaded, "I'll do anything to save my life, even destroy the Burning Legion."
Thrall stood up, slapped Velen across the face, and roared arrogantly:
"Don't you know Medivh's relationship with the Burning Legion? To say such stupid things, you're a senile old fool."
Velen smiled ingratiatingly, "Yes, yes, I'm just senile."
Thrall sat back down and slowly said, "Medivh harbors a deep hatred for Garrosh and plans to reconfigure the Dark Portal, storm Draenor World thirty-five years ago, and take Garrosh's head. Medivh merciful and willing to give you a chance. If you can persuade Varian to join you, your crimes can be temporarily forgiven."
Velen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, trembling:
"Because of Anduin's matter, Varian hates me to death. I heard that Stormwind Keep has just recruited some guards of mysterious origin, specifically to deal with me."
Thrall ignored what Velen was saying, stood up, and said, "This is your business. All you need to know is that if you don't finish it within a month, prepare to go to Karazhan as the Curator."
With that, Thrall turned and left, leaving Velen with only his back view.
Velen's nose stung, and he almost cried.
Although he was the undisputed great leader and the absolute authority among the Draenei, he was bullied once he left Exodar.
How can I persuade Varian?
Velen frowned, downed a bottle of wine, and because his stomach was empty, he immediately felt drunk.
In a daze, Velen suddenly thought of a way.
Since I was unable to complete the task, I ordered another person to take my place. In order to survive, he had to risk his life to complete the task.
That's what we'll do.
Having made up his mind, Velen quickly came up with a suitable candidate in mind.
Maraad, a resourceful and eloquent garrison commander.
Velen met in the Ratchet.
Maraad arrived at the inn in Ratchet a day early and prepared a sumptuous feast.
They waited and waited, but Velen never came.
The Draenei had very strict rules; the feast could not begin unless the great Prophet Velen was present.
The food and wine were cleared away, and a new table was prepared and served. This was repeated seven times. On the seventh day, Maraad was on the verge of death from hunger when Velen finally arrived without any panic.
"I just returned from Shattrath City, the City of Holy Light."
Velen said with a strong voice:
"Guardian Marad, you are doomed! The Holy Light protects us. Shattrath's master, the Naaru A'dal, has found evidence of your collusion with the orcs and your slaughter of the draenei. A'dal has sworn to extract your soul. Shattrath needs a new Holy Light golem."
Maraad was terrified and immediately prostrated himself on the ground.
"I'm innocent! How could I be colluding with Orcs? There must be some mistake."
Hunger caused Maraad's brain to become undernourished, impairing her intelligence and preventing her from seeing through Velen's lie.
Velen said in a rhythmic and deliberate manner:
"I know your character; you would never do such a thing. It's only because I pleaded so earnestly that Naru'adar has let you off the hook for now. However, he specifically instructed me to do one thing: if you fail to complete it, all the old and new scores will be settled together."
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Maraad hurriedly asked, "What do you need me to do?"
Velen whispered, "The Naaru A'dal hates orcs the most. I heard that Garrosh established the Iron Horde in Draenor thirty-five years ago and ordered us to destroy the Iron Horde and take Garrosh's head. You should know that the Draenei alone cannot do this; we must persuade King Varian to participate."
Maraad's intelligence recovered slightly, and she realized that something was wrong:
"Prophet Velen, this is an impossible task."
Velen scoffed, "You can explain your difficulties to A'dal later."
Having said that, Velen also decided to follow Thrall's example and leave in a huff.
Maraad called out from behind, "Prophet, have you considered that this might be a trick by the Horde?"
"The Horde?" Velen turned around, looking at Maraad with a puzzled expression.
Maraad patiently explained:
"Thrall and Vol'jin are both incredibly shrewd individuals. If I were Vol'jin, I would do everything in my power to persuade the Alliance to participate. When the Iron Horde arrives, I would deliberately delay the battle, allowing the Iron Horde to occupy the Blasted Lands. Then, the Iron Horde's target would definitely be Stormwind City. To survive, the Alliance would have to fight Garrosh to the death, while the Horde would take the opportunity to harass from the rear, or even secretly join forces with the Iron Horde destroy Stormwind first, then slaughter Ironforge. After the Iron Horde has exhausted its forces, I would then step in to clean up the mess."