This defeat made Jaina realize one thing: even as the leader of the Pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, she couldn't escape this cage.
After calming down, Jaina decided to study the Pandaren of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms more carefully.
Having lost Spellstealer Wyrm, Jaina had limited spells at her disposal, but her experience remained, and she quickly discerned some clues.
The Pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms reproduce by laying eggs, similar to the reproductive method of the Jinyu.
Driven by magic, childhood and adolescence are so short as to be negligible, leading to rapid adulthood.
Because they were only used as food and did not require learning to read or write, most of them were illiterate.
Most of them are simple-minded and lack the ability to think for themselves. They believe whatever they are told, and because of what they have been exposed to, they regard Thrall and Garrosh as great heroes and worship the Orcs from the bottom of their hearts.
Of course, there were a few exceptions who realized that the Pandaren shouldn't act this way, which is why Jaina was able to successfully drive away Taran Zhu.
Driving away Taran Zhu is not the final victory; the Pandaren must be changed from the inside out, making them understand the shame of being food.
Jaina tried it and found it was impossible.
This is an inescapable cage, where one is eaten time and time again, only to be turned back into an ordinary Pandaren, howling under the overseer's whip, in an endless cycle.
Orgrimmar.
It rained all night, and the temperature has cooled down considerably; it's not so hot anymore.
Garrosh stretched, pondering what to eat for dinner, when his trusted aide cautiously entered:
"Warchief, Taran Zhu has been kneeling at the gate for seven days and seven nights without eating or drinking a drop of water."
Garrosh didn't even lift his eyelids, and lazily said:
"He lost Vale of Eternal Blossoms on his own. Who can he blame? He's just a good-for-nothing. Let him keep kneeling. That Jiyun Fengzi is quite good at managing Vale of Eternal Blossoms."
The confidant flattered, "Jiyun Fengzi is quite obedient; he's sending even more Pandaren. We're planning to sell the meat to the Kingdom of Stormwind."
Garrosh chuckled with satisfaction, "No comparison, no harm. Taran Zhu, hmph, he's old and inflexible. If he collapses at the door, just serve him up. You know my tastes."
With his trusted confidant gone to carry out the order, Garrosh hummed a little tune contentedly. He held absolute power, his authority growing increasingly secure, and he could finally eliminate his rivals.
The first one to deal with is Sylvanas; Orcs are used to burying their hatred deep in their hearts.
As time goes by, hatred will not diminish, but will instead grow heavier.
This is why the Orcs were able to bury their hatred for the Draenei for hundreds of years.
Orcs, who are accustomed to forgetting favors, will not remember the good others have done for them. For example, the Forsaken led by Sylvanas were once members of the Horde, fought alongside Thrall and Garrosh, and had the blood of the Alliance on their hands, making indelible contributions to the Horde.
Garrosh remembered Sylvanas's cunning, her past betrayals, and her unforgivable ambition.
After pondering for a while, Garrosh decided to use Jaina's method against Sylvanas. He summoned his trusted confidants and drafted military orders.
"Pass on my order: command Sylvanas to lead the Lightforging Centaurs to attack Kingdom of Stormwind and annihilate all humanity."
Upon receiving Garrosh's order, Sylvanas was enraged.
"Damn Garrosh, you're trying to kill me!"
This move was intended to weaken Sylvanas's power, a blatant and overt scheme. After all, the Lightforging Centaurs couldn't reproduce as quickly as the New Lightforged Orcs, and a mutually destructive conflict with Kingdom of Stormwind was exactly what Garrosh wanted to see.
"What do I do?"
Forces were stronger than people, and in this situation, even the usually resourceful Sylvanas was helpless.
The two methods I could think of were praying to the Holy Light and contacting the Draenei, "Amado."
Unfortunately, the Holy Light did not respond to her prayers, and the letter sent to "Amado" also disappeared without a trace.
Left with no other option, Sylvanas led the Lightforging Centaurs to Grom'gol Base Camp, her method being the same as Garrosh's: to delay indefinitely.
Unfortunately, Garrosh had anticipated this. Just as the Lightforging Centaurs set up camp, the Lightforging Quilboars and the New Lightforged Orcs arrived almost simultaneously, forcing Sylvanas to march on Kingdom of Stormwind.
Sylvanas was truly driven mad, wishing she could die with Garrosh. In the end, reason calmed her down, and she chose to obey orders.
The Lightforging Centaurs headed north, passing the Nesingwary's Expedition Camp, and went straight for Raven Hill Darkshire.
At this moment, Sylvanas still harbored a glimmer of hope, unwilling to engage in a direct conflict with Kingdom of Stormwind, and launched a siege against the Undead of Raven Hill.
Holy Light has an advantage over Undead creatures. Strangely, despite having a tenfold advantage in numbers, this annihilation battle was exceptionally difficult. It took tens of thousands of troops to wipe out the Undead of Raven Hill. Sylvanas knew she had done her best, which made her begin to re-evaluate the combat capabilities of the Lightforging Centaurs.
The Lightforging Centaurs captured Raven Hill, but before they could even set up camp, Garrosh led the Lightforging Quilboars and the New Lightforged Orcs in hot pursuit, forcing Sylvanas to continue her attack.
At this moment, she only had three paths before her.
First, after a desperate fight against the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Lightforging Centaurs were almost completely wiped out, leaving him all alone.
Secondly, if he turns around and fights Garrosh, the outcome is predictable.
Third, simply escape.
Once war breaks out, no one knows what will happen, and life is in danger at any moment. Sylvanas is preparing to flee.
After packing some valuables, Sylvanas was about to make her escape unnoticed when a figure appeared at the door.
The man was tall and resembled an Ogre, wearing a black robe and a hooded cloak that covered his head and face.
"You were Garrosh Faction?"
Before she finished speaking, Sylvanas drew her bow and fired seven arrows at once, the arrowheads enveloped in powerful Power of the Holy Light, which flew towards the Black-Robed Man from all directions.
The Black-Robed Man robes remained motionless, and the seven arrows transformed into ribbonfish that fell to the ground.
What kind of power is this?
Sylvanas's gaze sharpened, and she threw a smoke bomb, filling the tent with choking fumes. She then took the opportunity to slip out from under the tent.
Sylvanas found herself still inside the tent, even though she should have been outside.
The Black-Robed Man took a step forward, and the poisonous smoke vanished, turning into a swarm of ants that fell to the ground.
"Let's talk," the Black-Robed Man said amicably.
Sylvanas paused, then realized something, and whispered, "You weren't Garrosh Faction."
The Black-Robed Man found a chair and sat down, his voice hoarse as he said:
"I hesitated a lot between you and Garrosh, finding it hard to make a decision. You are superior in both ambition and leadership. Garrosh's only advantage is that he is an Orcs, so I ultimately chose him."
Sylvanas's heart sank.
The Black-Robed Man waved his hand and said, "Don't misunderstand, I've chosen Garrosh to do something, and you will take his place."
"What do you need me to do?" Sylvanas asked skeptically.
The Black-Robed Man said solemnly, "Garrosh's camp is heavily guarded. A raid led by you with an elite force would likely be ineffective. But with my help, it will be different. For some reason, it's not appropriate for me to appear in person; I need to remain behind the scenes. Remember, it was you who defeated Garrosh."