Jaina was extremely proud; she had never respected her brother or father, and in her eyes, the Archbishop of Stormwind City was no different from a beggar on the street. Archbishop Benedictus's sarcasm ignited her anger.
"Watch your words, Archbishop. I come with the purpose of peace. The Alliance and the Horde need peace; only peace can bring prosperity and happiness to the people. War between the Alliance and the Horde will bring suffering to the people. Don't you understand this simple truth, Archbishop Benedictus?"
Archbishop Benedictus was no simple man; he had long seen through Jaina's hypocrisy and bluntly rebuked her. "Jaina Proudmoore, don't think people can't see through your peace charade. Our Kingdom of Stormwind is enjoying peace and prosperity. A pact with the Horde would only bring us destruction and war. Your so-called peace is merely a means for the Horde to buy time and allies. Stop with your hypocritical lies. Let Thrall deal with the Horde's enemies; we, the Alliance, will stand by and not take advantage of their misfortune—that's already more than enough."
"Hmph!" Jaina sneered, mocking, "What's the point of a country ruled by Black Dragon, even if it's rich and powerful? A bunch of spineless cowards. If it were me, I'd rather the land be shattered, rivers of blood flow, and all the people die than resist the Black Dragon Princess's rule. For dignity, we'd rather perish."
"You're a madman, Jaina, an incurable, incomprehensible madman." Benedictus could hardly believe his ears. He also had his share of complaints about the Black Dragon Princess's rule, but until he had a better solution, he could only try to maintain the status quo. Varian was too young; he was not a qualified King.
"I am not like you, Benedictus." Jaina revealed a sinister smile, "I serve the great Savior. The Alliance and the Horde must join hands to eliminate those enemies who threaten Azeroth."
"You are merely serving the Orcs; everything you do is for the Orcs' benefit." Benedictus roared in fury.
"If we believe your lies, the Alliance will be doomed. After helping the Horde eliminate all enemies, the Alliance will be exhausted, and the savage Orcs will seize the opportunity to launch an attack, ultimately destroying Kingdom of Stormwind, Theramore, and even your homeland Kul Tiras, which will be slaughtered."
Jaina smiled slightly, took a step back, paused for a moment, and spoke with a hint of threat and intimidation:
"Benedictus, do you want to destroy Azeroth?" With that, he turned and walked away with a sinister grin.
"This crazy woman, her smile, her aggressiveness, she's becoming more and more like Thrall." Benedictus slumped into his chair, Jaina's visit making him realize the danger that was approaching.
Benedictus knew very well that there was never any peace, and the so-called peace talks between the Alliance and the Horde were essentially a flimsy military alliance, a pretext for fighting against Horde enemies.
After the Orcs entered Azeroth, their ferocity and savagery provoked the wrath of many races: the Night Elf race, the Lich King Arthas, Deathwing's Black Dragonflight, Illidan of Outland, and even the Firelords and the Qiraji, all wanted to eliminate them.
The Horde were powerless against these powerful enemies; their aim was to drag the Alliance down with them.
Bishop Delavie, who was standing to the side, advised, "High Priest, we all know that Jaina is Thrall's accomplice and Medivh's loyal henchman. Until we can confront Medivh, we can only let her do as she pleases."
"Indeed, Jaina is the Betrayer. It's a pity our King lacks the political wisdom to see the bigger picture. I know him too well; besides his hot-bloodedness, he's a complete brute. He will drag Kingdom of Stormwind into war. This hard-won peace will vanish with the negotiations with the Horde. I see starving people everywhere, rivers of blood flowing. I must think of a solution."
Bishop Delavie shook his head and said with a wry smile, "The power of the Holy Light is powerless against Medivh."
"Perhaps there are other forces we could learn from, even though they are extremely dangerous."
Benedictus made up his mind. He needed to go to the Stockade to see the Twilight's Hammer cultists, whom he had initially thought were a group of mentally deranged lunatics, but who were now Benedictus's only hope.
Jaina made no attempt to conceal her whereabouts, and upon learning of this, Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess, immediately summoned Robbie and Vanessa for a consultation.
"I have no reliable advisors by my side. Poor Earl Agramande died two years ago. He taught me so much. I should really resurrect him as Undead. Our Black Dragon Clan knows some necromancy."
The Black Dragon Princess lamented the passing of her old friend, and then said:
"Jaina has sent many peace envoys before, and my method was to make them mysteriously disappear. Now Jaina herself has come. Jaina is a powerful mage, and I cannot make her vanish without a trace."
Robbie stared into the Black Dragon Princess's raging eyes and tentatively asked, "You wouldn't ask us to help Jaina secretly disappear from Stormwind City, would you?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking. Isn't this a solution that will solve the problem once and for all?" the Black Dragon Princess said cheerfully.
Vanessa yawned and said, "You're thinking too simply. Killing Jaina is pointless. She's just a noblewoman with no magical talent who became Archmage with Medivh's help. It would be too easy for Medivh to find a replacement. I heard Medivh's mother is in Theramore now."
Robbie nodded in agreement with Vanessa's opinion and said seriously:
"Killing Jaina is a last resort. Since she wants to see King Varian, let's prevent her from doing so. Let me think of a way to restrict the movement of an Archmage. I've heard that Jaina has quite a few supporters in Stormwind City?"
Black Dragon Princess said angrily, "They're a bunch of foolish people, remnants of the Orcs Cult from back then, saying the Alliance and Horde should work together. There are also some bad elements from the Peace Dove mixed in, and of course, some lecherous men who covet Jaina's beauty. Foolish! I'm clearly more charming than her."
Robbie disagreed with this. Although Countess Katrana Prestor, the Black Dragon Princess in disguise, was a stunning beauty with a curvaceous figure, her sinister, cruel, and vicious nature would have terrified most people, making them hardly notice her appearance.
"In that case, things become much easier. Let's let Jaina experience the passion of Kingdom of Stormwind fans."
Jaina was placed in Stormwind City's most luxurious the Gilded Rose.
This luxurious inn, located in the Trade District and boasting the best location in Stormwind City, was unexpectedly booked by the Black Dragon Princess for Jaina's sole use. This sudden and special hospitality left Jaina somewhat puzzled.
Before she could even rest, a well-dressed servant knocked on Jaina's door and respectfully said:
"Dear Lady Jaina, your admirers have prepared a welcome ball for you. Please do not miss it. Your carriage is waiting outside the inn. Oh, and we have prepared the dresses for the ball for you to choose from."