A person's confidence is directly proportional to their power and strength. Jaina now incredibly powerful and has her own faction. Although she still fears Thrall, she sometimes dares to speak her mind and contradict him.
Staring at the arrogant Thrall reflected in the mirror, Jaina, wrapped in a bath towel, retorted with some displeasure:
"Thrall, I know about your wicked plan, but what can you do to help? You can't do anything. What I want is substantial help, not empty boasts."
"Jaina!" Thrall was furious. He bared his fangs and said, "If you can't do it, my men can contact King Varian. He can make him submit to me obediently; I don't necessarily need your help."
"If I can't do it, neither can you. What kind of treatment do you think Orcs will receive in Stormwind City? I heard the Black Dragon Princess really likes delicious Orcs," Jaina retorted, sparing no effort in her mockery.
"That damned Black Dragon Princess! I will kill her and hang her head on the gates of Orgrimmar! I swear, I will do it!" Thrall roared, then turned to Jaina with a fierce glare. "Jaina, don't underestimate us Orcs. The Orcs Cult from Stormwind City still has remnants, now under the control of the Twilight's Hammer."
"Twilight's Hammer?" Upon hearing this name, Jaina gasped.
The Twilight's Hammer is an Evil organization founded by the Ogre Cho'gall. This two-headed Ogre from Outland was originally a devout follower of Gul'dan. The Twilight's Hammer claims to worship the Old Gods, but their true purpose is to use the power of the Old Gods to fulfill their own ambitions.
The main reason this organization is so difficult to eradicate is that it has supporters in both the Alliance and the Horde. Thrall's close cooperation with Twilight's Hammer is no secret. The Horde delegates some of its dirty work to Twilight's Hammer, and when the Alliance accuses Horde of barbaric acts, Twilight's Hammer is often made to take the blame.
Horde exists, the Twilight's Hammer will endure forever, life will never cease.
"Even I can't see King Varian, I don't believe the Twilight's Hammer can." Jaina said sarcastically, refusing to believe Thrall's nonsense.
"Haha!" Thrall grinned smugly.
"You probably don't know this, but King Varian, King Varian's son and Medivh's only designated heir to the Alliance, is already a member of the Prince Anduin 'Twilight's Hammer. Although he's still a child, you should never underestimate a child's ambition."
"This is unbelievable." Jaina cursed under her breath. She had planned everything perfectly, but she hadn't considered Prince Anduin. He was only nine years old. They say that people born into royalty are born schemers, but this was far too precocious.
"Stop arguing." Aegwynn's face was ashen, her cold gaze sweeping over Thrall and Jaina's faces. Both of them were intimidated by the former Guardian's aura and fell silent, not daring to utter a word.
Aegwynn said seriously:
"Remember, this is a great undertaking. Only when the Orcs achieve sufficient merit on Azeroth will they receive the Burning Legion's rich rewards. Our plan is grand and far-reaching; the Old Gods and the Titan Keepers are both within our purview. Right now, we face only some rudimentary enemies: Demon Hunter Illidan, the Lich King Arthas, Deathwing. If we can't even achieve this, how can we gain the Legion's favor? The Orcs would have no reason to exist. Jaina, you need the Twilight's Hammer's help. Marshal Reginald Marshal Windsor, Prince Anduin —I believe that with their help, you will surely meet King Varian."
Jaina lay on her comfortable bed, lost in thought; she needed to devise a comprehensive plan.
Everyone knows that the power of the Old Gods is dangerous, but who wouldn't covet it? Not everyone who gets close to Old Gods goes mad. For example, the Ogre Cho'gall has never changed his Evil nature and has never shown any tendency to go crazy.
Anduin, a member of the Twilight's Hammer, is obsessed with the Power of the Old Gods. Jaina stretched out her jade-like arm, grabbed fiercely at the air, and said with utmost confidence:
"I've got you, poor Anduin. You can't escape my grasp."
Jaina has her own ideas and is sometimes too superstitious about her own charm. Instead of going directly to Marshal Reginald Marshal Windsor, she went to see Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon of Grand Duke of Stormwind City.
Bolvar Fordragon received Jaina with the proper protocol, after all, Jaina was the leader of Theramore and occupied a delicate position between the Alliance and the Horde.
Stormwind City, near the sea, was still bitterly cold despite the approaching spring. Fordragon sat beside the extinguished fireplace, gazing at the cold ashes.
"I know why you've come, Jaina. Thrall is almost in dire straits, and you're here to plead for him. The day Arthas returns will be the day Orgrimmar falls. You want the Alliance to help you hold off the Scourge? That's impossible. I will never negotiate with the Horde. The only place we'll meet with the Orcs is on the Battlefield."
"Don't be so resolute, Your Grace." Jaina took off her cloak, which a servant took and hung up for her. At this moment, Jaina was wearing a tight-fitting top that outlined her beautiful bust.
"You are the Grand Duke of Stormwind City, a position bestowed upon you by the House Wrynn. They can grant you power, and they can take it away just as easily. What will you do when King Varian takes control? I suspect he will send you to a death Battlefield, making you die like a hero. Don't you think about yourself?"
Bolvar raised an eyebrow slightly. This strong man possessed a strong will, and said dismissively:
"Lady Jaina, I know who you serve, and I understand that Varian will do the same, but that's not a reason for me to cooperate with the Horde. I've witnessed firsthand the crimes the Orcs committed against Kingdom of Stormwind. Varian told me that Thrall's New Horde was different from the previous ones, and yet they destroyed Lordaeron, massacred Silvermoon City, and then falsely accused the Scourge. The Orcs are different now; they've become more cunning and adept at deception. You know, Varian deeply hates his own stupidity, which is why he's so addicted to pleasure."
"It seems you're quite stubborn, Your Grace." Jaina sensed defeat. The Duke looked at her with the same wary, disgusted gaze one would give a strong, filthy Ogre. "Your Grace, Duke Fordragon, I think you know that Katrana Prestor is a Black Dragon. She built her lair in Dustwallow Marsh, well, long before I entered Theramore. The Black Dragon Princess dislikes human interference. She entered Stormwind City out of personal grudge against me. You should know how important Theramore is to both the Alliance and the Horde."
Bolvar remained expressionless. "I don't like beating around the bush, Lady Jaina. I'd be very happy if you and your Theramore were destroyed, so I won't send reinforcements to Theramore."
The Duke's attitude finally enraged Jaina. She stood up and shrieked, "You'll regret this, Bolvar! You've rejected the Horde's friendship. You can forget about holding onto your position as Grand Duke of Stormwind City. You should understand that cooperating with the Horde and becoming Thrall's loyal lackey is your only way out."
Bolvar waved his hand, as if shooing away an annoying fly. "Go, get out of here! Never come back. Stormwind City doesn't welcome you, Lady Jaina. Oh, and give my regards to your father."
Jaina grabbed the cloak a servant brought her, haphazardly draped it over herself, and before leaving, she couldn't resist a sarcastic remark:
"You are unwilling to be Thrall's dog, but King Varian is more than willing. The child King is destined to serve his master; it was destined long ago."
Bolvar stared at the cold ashes for a long time, lost in thought.