Jaina knew perfectly well that the attack on Medivh's Tower was a complete lie, a farce orchestrated by Medivh himself, and part of a series of conspiracies.
A closer look at this history reveals a hidden thread: the Half-Orcs Garona participated in the raid on Medivh's Tower, gained the trust of Commander Lothar, and was thus able to get close to King Llane Garona.
Garona successfully assassinated King Llane, allowing the Orcs to easily breach Stormwind City, achieve victory, and bring about the downfall of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
This is the whole story of a conspiracy. Poor Lothar never realized until his death that he himself had killed King Llane.
Jaina looked at Marshal Windsor, a sneer playing on her lips. "Oh, really? Tell me what you've accomplished. I don't think you can help the Guardian Medivh."
Marshal Windsor remained cautious. "I was just a low-ranking officer at the time. Khadgar ordered me to lead a small squad to accompany Sir Lothar in the raid on Karazhan. A small, low-ranking squad was utterly useless in the battle against the Guardian Medivh; we were Magic Binding as soon as we entered Karazhan."
"I saw Sir Lothar lying unconscious to the side, Medivh wielding his sword, killing my soldiers one by one, while arguing with Khadgar. Khadgar said it should be Kil'jaeden, Medivh insisted on the Void Lords, saying only the Void Lords was worthy of his status. At the time, I didn't know why they were arguing. Seeing that it was about to be my turn to die by Medivh's sword, I blurted out, 'Why not consider Sargeras?' And that's how I survived."
Jaina nodded after hearing this. It must be that Khadgar and Medivh had discussed it, and that it would be suitable for that powerful figure to possess Medivh. The Void Lords' identities were mysterious, and not many people knew about them. Kil'jaeden, after all, was not the leader of the Burning Legion, and his status and position were not high enough. Marshal Windsor's quick thinking in mentioning Sargeras was obviously the most suitable candidate to possess Medivh.
"Medivh killed your men, do you hate him?" Jaina asked, her eyes wide.
Marshal Windsor shook his head. "I don't hate Medivh, because he brought powerful and friendly Orcs to Azeroth. I believe that Free Alliance and the Horde can we defeat the Burning Legion. Without the Orcs' strong support, Azeroth would have been destroyed at the Battle of Mount Hyjal."
Jaina almost burst out laughing when she heard this. Marshal Windsor wasn't stupid; he was just like ordinary people—simple-minded, easily fooled, and lacking in critical thinking.
Jaina knew all too well the Battle of Mount Hyjal. The Night Elf race, who had dominated Azeroth for millennia, were severely weakened in a single battle because Tyrande and Malfurion trusted the Orcs. They were reduced to less than one-tenth of their former strength and fell from their position of Overlord. This was something Archimonde could not have accomplished.
In fact, if it weren't for the Orcs and Jaina's interference, the Night Elf race would have prepared for ten thousand years, and the powerful beings of Azeroth wouldn't have ignored it; defeating Archimonde would have been a piece of cake.
"Your loyalty will be rewarded, Marshal Windsor. I need to see King Varian, and if necessary, even take some forceful measures. You are in charge of Stormwind City's defenses and should know King Majesty's whereabouts. If you accomplish this, I think Thrall would be happy to have dinner with you, for the sake of Azeroth."
Jaina had made up her mind that if she could persuade King Varian to negotiate with Thrall, that would be best; if not, she would resort to kidnapping. In any case, she would bring Varian back to Theramore.
As for what happens next, let Thrall worry about it.
A plot to kidnap King Varian was thus devised. Jaina, meticulous and thoughtful, had already decided who to pin the blame on: the Grimtotem, the Defias brothers, the Naga of Alcaz Island, the Ogres of Stonefist Village, Forsaken. Jaina had planned how to muddy the waters and cover up the true culprit.
Marshal Windsor was overjoyed and began to ramble on about his loyalty to Jaina. Jaina felt like a million annoying flies were buzzing in her ears. Jaina was determined to have Thrall chop him up and eat him.
Black Dragon Princess, Robbie, and Vanessa were monitoring the conversation between the two. They had already anticipated Jaina's plot; all they needed to do was find out the time and place of the operation and switch to Experiment 335.
Just then, a series of noisy footsteps approached.
A large group of people dressed in black robes, their heads and faces covered, stormed into the manor. Ignoring the busy farmers, they wantonly destroyed the magical traps and headed straight for where Jaina and Marshal Windsor were talking.
Jaina noticed the first magical trap as soon as it was triggered. She quickly grabbed Marshal Windsor and tried to use teleportation to leave, but found that teleportation was unusable; someone had used a spell that prevented teleportation.
"The Twilight's Hammer is on its way. All bystanders, disperse. We do not wish to indiscriminately kill innocents. Jaina, Marshal Windsor, come forth and face the Hour of Twilight."
A man in black shouted, and as his voice rang out, countless black tentacles grew from the ground, quickly spreading throughout the entire manor. The farmers scattered and fled without being stopped.
"Damn it, how could it be Twilight's Hammer?" Jaina was confused. Didn't Thrall assign Twilight's Hammer to assist her? Why were they causing trouble? What was going on?
Jaina is an Archmage; even with teleportation disabled, she could easily escape.
But at this moment she had to protect Marshal Windsor, or all her efforts would be in vain.
"Evil Twilight's Hammer, my magic will tear you to shreds."
A Fireball flew out of the window and struck the Black-Robed Man who was shouting.
Behind the Black-Robed Man, a Twilight's Hammer cultists stepped forward and took the initiative to block the Fireball.
Jaina's magic was incredibly powerful; even a simple Fireball was exceptionally potent. Yet, this man remained unharmed. As his robes caught fire, he chanted incantations, his feet left the ground, and the skin on his face peeled away, revealing a blurred face. His entire body was enveloped in powerful Flames.
Jaina was taken aback to discover that he was an Elemental Ascendant.
Elemental Ascendants are a bizarre existence that strips away their flesh and blood, fills their souls with pure elements, and transforms themselves into pure Elemental, gaining power that transcends form and flesh.
Flame Elemental Ascendant are completely immune to Flame magic, but can use other types of magic to counter it.
Just as Jaina was about to rejoice that her forte was ice magic, she saw two more Black-Robed Man lift off the ground, surrounded by powerful Frost and Arcane magic. The three of them stood in front, while a group of Twilight's Hammer cultists surrounded Jaina.
Marshal Windsor turned pale with fright and barely managed to draw his sword. Jaina knew she couldn't rely on Marshal Windsor; she wondered why Stormwind City would harbor such a terrifying group of Elemental Ascendant.
"The Stockade is holding a group of Twilight's Hammer cultists." Marshal Windsor had finally done something.
Jaina had already seen through the group's scheme; among them were Elemental Ascendants of various elements, capable of resisting magic of any kind.
"Unless!" Jaina remembered a powerful spell.
Flame, Frost, and Arcane magic appeared at Jaina's fingertips, merging together to form a powerful magical storm. Watching the rapidly approaching Black-Robed Man, Jaina shouted:
"A pack of insane, rabid dogs! I will wipe you out."
Boom!
A powerful burst of magical energy erupted, but a gentle Holy Light blocked Jaina's magic.
Benedictus!
Jaina narrowed her eyes, her expression turning serious.