In the chaotic Azeroth Continent, everyone is relentlessly pursuing power, Prince Anduin is no exception.
He received instruction from Velen, but learned nothing useful. He ventured deep into Pandaria, only to have Garrosh seize the Sha of Pride first. He learned diplomacy from Jaina, but merely indulged and tolerated others. He gained friendship with Med'an, only to be told that the Orcs were the Saviors and that humanity would eventually be eliminated by Orcs.
Prince Anduin what the future held. He resented that his father only had him as his son and had to take on this responsibility, but he did not approve of his father. In his opinion, his father could not handle the relationship with the Horde well.
Everyone else thought King Varian was a warrior, but in Anduin's heart, his father was a coward.
He idolized Thrall, though Thrall would always drool over Anduin excellent diplomatic skills, wanting to cook and eat him, just like he did with Jaina.
Aunt Jaina was a brilliant diplomat; she successfully made herself Thrall's meal.
No one taught him how to be a good Prince, which made him increasingly irritable. Prince Anduin berated his subordinates, and seeing their trembling expressions, he finally felt truly alive.
The royal line of Stormwind City originated from the support of the Guardian Medivh.
He had to cling tightly to Med'an's coattails to gain Medivh's approval; otherwise, what right did a cowardly Prince have to inherit the leadership of the Alliance?
But he was resentful. This fawning and groveling made him feel ashamed. When his anger burned and he could no longer bear it, he needed to find someone to vent his anger on. He searched for unfortunate people in the crowd.
The subordinates' positioning was very particular. The Worgen Priest Udir quietly took a small step back, and Shanmiusen subtly stepped half a step to the right. Under their guidance, the observant colleagues understood the intention and cleverly cooperated, thus creating an empty space around the ugly, absurd-behaving little man, making him appear so out of place.
Prince Anduin spotted him immediately, his expression one of disgust, as if he were facing a repulsive bug.
"You! You! Tell me, where is my Dark Star? Where is my Shadow Naaru? You damned bug, why did you lose my Naaru?"
This short man was none other than Experiment 335. He was essentially just a gofer, unaware of the truth. In the entire plan, his status was even lower than that of the Ooze. Experiment 335 had possessed this body intending to collect his reward, but upon seeing Prince Anduin, he was informed that the plan had failed.
Anduin's outburst made Experiment 335 feel wronged. Dissatisfied with his new body, Experiment 335 decided to throw caution to the wind and sneered:
"Poor Prince Anduin, your furious appearance is like that of an enraged Kobold, reminding me of foolish Jaina, whose hair turned white overnight. That despair, confusion, helplessness, and pitifulness are one of the most delicious foods I have ever tasted; the aroma still lingers on my lips and teeth, an unforgettable aftertaste."
"You!" Prince Anduin was stunned. He was always the one who insulted others; no subordinate had ever dared to contradict him. Prince Anduin's face twitched, and he roared in fury, "You damned vermin, I'll kill you!"
The subordinates standing by were also stunned. How dare this man call Prince Highness a Kobold? He was simply courting death. Udir the Worgen even secretly admired him, thinking he was truly a fearless warrior.
Experiment 335 spoke eloquently, completely ignoring Prince Anduin's threats:
"I love the muddy Dustwallow Marsh; the stench of decay intoxicates me. I warned Jaina that the womanizing dragon Kalec was lying, that the Focusing Iris's target was Theramore. But what did I get in return? A disdainful look, a mocking smile. Yes, she knew all along. Someone had already planned her path, to replace Rhonin as the next leader of Dalaran. You know, for many years no one dared to laugh at me. So I didn't tell her, 'You foolish woman, you're also on the death row.' She thought she had planned everything perfectly, but she had already been abandoned."
Prince Anduin stopped threatening, secretly astonished. Who was this guy? How did he know the truth about the destruction of Theramore? The short man continued:
"By the time Jaina realized this, it was too late. If Rhonin hadn't sacrificed himself at the last moment, Jaina would have turned to dust. She sought revenge against Orgrimmar, but was ultimately ambushed, torn apart, cooked, and eaten by Thrall wife. Her mournful screams still echo in my ears. Poor Rhonin, his sacrifice was in vain."
It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature!
As Anduin was aware, he knew perfectly well that the current Jaina was completely different from the previous one and had long been secretly replaced. But no one dared to expose her, because the current Aunt Jaina possessed far too much magical power, and she had the support of a mysterious force behind her. Even the Guardian Medivh dared not act rashly.
What he couldn't understand was why this new Aunt Jaina harbored such hatred for Orcs and the Horde.
People's perspectives on problems differ entirely depending on their social standing.
The destruction of Theramore is only a big deal for ordinary people.
For people of Anduin's and Jaina's stature, this was merely a trivial matter.
If her favorite apples and cheese are missing from her breakfast, Jaina might fly into a rage and become furious. If Theramore is destroyed by the Focusing Iris, Jaina will only say, "Okay, I know."
Jaina's reason for destroying Orgrimmar with Water Elementals was for her own revenge, not because Theramore was destroyed.
Just as the Orcs conquered Kingdom of Stormwind, slaughtering countless civilians—the death toll being more than ten times that of Theramore —what did King Varian, considered a man of great courage and filled with national and personal hatred, do to the Orcs?
By not covering the costs of the Orcs internment camp, King Varian had already avenged the Orcs as much as he could.
For this reason, Prince Anduin felt that his father was a coward who failed to seize the opportunity to completely wipe out the Orcs, leaving him with a mess.
Then look at Lordaeron, where an entire generation of young men died in the Orcs Wars. And what did King Terenas do? He forgot about this blood feud in the blink of an eye and raised the Orcs to be strong and mighty.
Big shots only care about interests; they have long since lost the constraints of good and evil, right and wrong.
Anduin stared at the short man and asked in a trembling voice, "What else do you know?"
Experiment 335 smiled faintly:
"Look, Prince Highness, you're not the only one plotting fame. Everyone is calculating, each with their own agenda. Some are just a cut above the rest, outmaneuvering others. Some succeed, some fail. My dear Prince, what you need isn't strength, but courage surpassing your father's—the spirit to fight and struggle. Without courage, you're worse off than an Ooze."
Prince Anduin sneered, "It's not your place to accuse me, you vermin! You will be hanged on the beach, vultures will devour your liver, and flies will swarm your pathetic corpse."
"That's right, I'm just a bug. Even killing me would make you feel like you've dirtied your hands." Experiment 335 was already used to it and didn't care about his death. He gave Prince Anduin a deep look.
"This is definitely not the brave Prince Anduin I remember, who fought to the very last battle. Perhaps his fate will be the same as Jaina's."
Experiment 335, lost in thought, nonchalantly followed the guards out of the secret palace.