Seeing Rexxar suffering on the ground, Jaina let out a hearty laugh.
Jaina disliked Orcs, especially these savage and ugly creatures. If given the choice, she would much rather associate with elegant human nobles or refined, polite Elves.
She was unwilling to mingle with the filthy Orcs, and whenever she recalled the past, she always felt that fate had played a cruel trick on her.
The rare opportunity to torment a warrior of the Horde, especially a great hero like Rexxar, who is revered by both the Alliance and the Horde, and is looked up to like a towering mountain, gave her a strange sense of pleasure as she watched this worshipped hero being humiliated in her hands, as weak as a Kobold.
A sense of exhilaration welled up within her. Seeing Rexxar break several bones, writhing in agony and begging for mercy, Jaina smiled radiantly, an unusual flush rising on her cheeks, her eyes slightly glazed.
"Rexxar, you should be grateful to me. I saved you from being devoured by Thrall and even provided you with fresh flesh and blood. You should know how to be thankful. Now, tell me, where is that sword?"
"What sword?" Rexxar feigned ignorance, but when he saw Jaina's expression turn cold, he quickly said, "The sword is in the bedroom, under my pillow."
Jaina had no desire to enter the filthy stone house. She stretched out her right hand, and a purple arm extended for dozens of meters, turning into Rexxar's room. She smashed the large stone she was using as a pillow with a punch and grabbed a gleaming longsword.
This is the magic hand of a mage. Jaina is toying with a gleaming sword, the ancient Elf sword Shalamayne, forged from two magical Elf swords Shalla'tor and Ellemayne, as a reward Thrall gave to Rexxar.
Jaina is an Archmage; she wasn't particularly interested in Warriors ' weapons, otherwise she would have taken them long ago.
She separated the sword, leaving only Shalla'tor, hesitated for a moment, and then sent Ellemayne back to Rexxar's bedroom.
She knew very well that the fake King Varian had a highly skilled Stealth by his side, and she couldn't guarantee that she could hide Ellemayne in Theramore without her being stolen. It was safer for her to stay with Rexxar.
"Protect this sword, or I will take your head," Jaina threatened, grabbing the Elf sword Shalla'tor and striding away. Rexxar, lying on the ground, struggled to his feet, like a broken spring.
Rexxar has Ogre blood, and his regenerative abilities are very strong; broken bones will heal quickly.
But Rexxar was furious at the insult from Jaina. He opened the bone cage, grabbed two human soldiers like chickens, threw them roughly onto the chopping board, and began to chop them with two meat cleavers, venting his anger. Blood and flesh splattered, and blood once again covered the dark red ground.
Hendel was terrified. He finally understood that Half-breed born from the two ferocious races of Ogres and Orcs could never be kind. Rexxar, the warrior of the Horde, was even more ferocious than ordinary Ogres and Orcs.
Rexxar was seriously injured and returned to his room to rest after killing two human soldiers.
The short Chef emerged from the corner, gently comforting the frightened brown bear Misha. Looking up, he noticed Hendel's unusual expression and asked curiously, "What's with that expression?"
Hendel's eyes were filled with hatred; the fear and unease had faded, replaced by a calm and resolute expression. He said expressionlessly:
"I will seek revenge! I will avenge Jaina, Rexxar, Thrall, and all those who deceived me, those executioners with human blood on their hands! I swear, even in death, I will become Undead to exact my revenge upon them."
"Good, very good." The short Chef looked excited as he pointed to the nails driven into his ankle and the long chain trailing behind him.
"I'm finished, but you still have hope. You must get out of here alive and tell people everything that happened, tell them Jaina's true colors, and tell everyone that these heroes of the Horde are a bunch of Bloodlust beasts."
"Then what are you going to do?" Hendel asked hastily.
"Me?" The short Chef gave a bitter smile. "A life for a life, leaving behind hope for revenge, it's a good deal. I might as well die here. If you ever have the chance to return to Kingdom of Stormwind, I hope you'll go to Lakeshire and tell my beloved Lisa that it's all over, it's pointless, let bygones be bygones."
The short Chef opened the cage filled with human bones, looked away, closed his eyes, and roared, "Go! Get out of here! Don't let me regret this!"
Hendel bowed deeply to the short Chef and hurriedly turned to leave.
The short man lay on his back on the ground, a relieved smile on his lips. He knew he was doomed; Rexxar would surely chop him to pieces when he woke up.
But it was all worth it. He closed his eyes and recalled the happy times he had spent with Lisa.
Hendel fled the small canyon, gazing at the red vines that covered it entirely. He realized these vines were stained with blood, and he didn't know where to go. Walking through the filthy swamp, he suddenly wondered why he didn't return to Theramore. He was just an ordinary soldier; how would Jaina recognize him?
He secretly gathered his strength, he united all forces against Jaina, and he sought revenge against Jaina.
Theramore, with its picturesque harbor, shimmering sea, and the occasional Seagulls flying by.
With a fawning expression, Jaina respectfully presented a sword to Experiment 335.
"The Elf sword Shalla'tor, the sword used by twin Warriors during the War of the Ancients. The other, named Ellemayne, is also in my possession. This is the advance payment, King Varian. Do you feel Theramore's sincerity?"
Experiment 335 had anticipated this, so he wasn't surprised at all. He calmly took the Shalla'tor, glanced at it casually, and handed it to Robbie.
"It's alright. We have at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, of these weapons in our Stormwind City warehouse. To me, they're just scrap metal. Of course, what I need is Theramore's attitude, not the value of the weapon. For impoverished Theramore to produce a weapon like this shows your sincerity."
Jaina was furious. The Elf sword Shalamayne was a top-tier artifact, even in Silvermoon City, which had existed for thousands of years. Who would dare call it a piece of junk?
But Jaina had to force a smile, "King Varian, shall we begin negotiations with the Horde? Thrall has been waiting for us on Alcaz Island for quite some time."
Experiment 335 chuckled, staring at Jaina, and said, "Ms. Jaina, I sense your sincerity, so I will keep my promise and agree to negotiate with the Horde, but I will choose the location."
"What kind of unexpected turn of events is this?" Jaina was a little bewildered, and said with a forced smile, "What's wrong with Alcaz Island? It's quiet and beautiful, Theramore can guarantee your safety."
Experiment 335 remained silent, simply sipping his tea. Robbie, standing nearby, explained:
"Lady Jaina, you may not know this, but there are records in the ancient Kingdom of Stormwind that an extremely Evil Archmage once lived on Alcaz Island, where he conducted many wicked experiments, and many dangerous Magic Circles still remain. Of course, this isn't your fault; after all, Theramore is far inferior in terms of historical depth and intelligence gathering."
This is unbelievable! Jaina almost fainted.
"So, King Varian, where do you think would be a suitable location for the negotiations?"
Jaina suppressed her anger and asked with a smile.
Experiment 335 blinked. "I'm a pretty free spirit, I'll go check out the Northwatch Hold first."