Divination, prophecy, Prophet, signs of the future.
The people of the Azeroth Continent deeply believe in this belief. For example, the Prophet Velen became the leader of the Draenei through his prophetic abilities. Although his prophecies never helped the Draenei in any way, they became useless when the Draenei were wiped out.
Garona knew the Wrynn royal family very well; King Llane back then had unwavering faith in the prophecy.
King Varian, heir to the Kingdom of Stormwind, is almost identical in personality and interests to his father; otherwise, there wouldn't be the fabricated story that King Llane was destined to be killed by Garona. The fact that he could come up with this excuse proves that Varian believed in prophecy.
Garona didn't know Prophecy; she used the tricks and deceptions of Warlock.
She is a keen-eyed Stealth, adept at reading people's expressions and discerning their true nature from subtle details. With just a glance, she can guess a person's status and demeanor, and determine whether their bad mood stems from a lack of energy the previous night or from depression caused by their wife's rendezvous with her lover.
Strictly speaking, Garona and the Prophet Velen have similar prophetic abilities, and neither is particularly useful. Garona is sexy and beautiful, and speaks sweetly, making her ten thousand times more attractive to the opposite sex than Velen.
Soon, a Mastery and alluring Lady in divination became popular in the small circle of divination enthusiasts in Elwynn Forest. Garona remained calm and collected, waiting for King Varian to take the bait.
On this day, two uninvited guests barged into Garona's divination room. They were two strong and powerful men. Although they were dressed as civilians, their tough military bearing and the heavy swords at their waists revealed their identities.
They quickly checked all the rooms to make sure there were no outsiders inside, then apologized to Garona and hurriedly left.
Garona's heart pounded. She knew these two were Royal Guards, so the identity of who had come was self-evident.
However, even Garona makes mistakes.
When a small figure entered the divination room surrounded by guards, Garona, standing by the crystal ball, was stunned. She had been waiting for a Wrynn, but it wasn't King Varian; it was Anduin Wrynn.
Anduin confident and arrogant, and like his father, he held prophecy in awe.
But he didn't believe that a foreign woman could be Mastery in prophecy; he always felt that someone capable of making accurate prophecies should be a wise man with a white beard.
Anduin came looking for trouble, but his heart softened the moment he saw Garona's captivating human beauty.
Although the Prince was very young and still a boy, his love of beauty knew no age.
If Jaina is a clever and beautiful noblewoman who attracts the Prince's heart with her profound magical knowledge and elegant temperament, then the noblewoman before him is like a fine wine, mysterious in age, mellow and rich in experience, and very knowledgeable about men.
Prince Highness, not forgetting his original intention, stubbornly asked, "Everyone says you can predict the future, but do you know my identity?"
Garona gave a charming smile, "Your Prince, I have no idea who you are. Please leave; this is not a place for you."
At this moment, Garona only wanted to wait for King Varian and did not have her mind on Anduin.
Anduin taken aback and murmured, "You actually know my identity? Could the prophecy be true?"
Garona covered her mouth and smiled. Anduin was still young, and his judgment couldn't compare to that of an adult.
"You say you can predict the future, so I want to ask you, will I become King someday?" Anduin asked innocently.
Garona hesitated for a moment; deceiving a child was hardly a commendable feat.
Children's ideas are naive and romantic, and they lack self-control. Sometimes they have some far-fetched thoughts, making them even more difficult to manage.
Garona didn't want to use Anduin at this moment, but she still did her duty, speaking in the tone of a diviner:
"Your Prince, the future holds countless possibilities. A diviner can see illusions of the future, chaotic, complex, and fragmented. A skilled diviner must discern the deep or shallow connections within them, organize the patterns, and guide those who are lost. Your future depends entirely on your own choices."
Anduin hearing this. He was amazed by Garona's captivating charm in her human form and her extensive knowledge. At this moment, he did not completely trust Garona.
Garona could easily manipulate cunning nobles, let alone a child.
Under the guards' wary gaze, she tried to stroke Anduin's head. Anduin did not resist, which meant that he had let his guard down.
"I see the confusion in your heart, poor Prince." Garona's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she stretched out her right hand, grasping at the Void as if she had caught something:
"I saw it. Those fleeting fragments of images tell me that your noble father and a beautiful woman are at odds, like oil and water. You don't know what to do, and you're seeking help!"
"You truly are a great diviner, Paula Angel Lady." Anduin convinced; a Lady who could see into people's hearts gave him hope.
"Go back, Prince Highness." Noticing the guards' murderous glares, Garona pinched Anduin's cheek. "You're still a child. It's not too late to ask me for advice when you become King."
So, does that mean I'll become a King?
Anduin was delighted; the cunning Garona had hit the nail on the head.
After Prince Anduin left in high spirits, Garona realized that this might be a good opportunity.
After leaving the Northwatch Hold, Experiment 335 used the excuse of gathering information to wander around the Dustwallow Marsh.
Jaina, who was accompanying Robbie, was simply at her wit's end. Although she still maintained a perfect smile, the magic power surging within her told Robbie that Jaina was on the verge of losing control.
The Shadebough Inn, located at the border of Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, was thoroughly scouted by Robbie and Vanessa. After a brief discussion, they secretly met with Experiment 335 to confirm that the time was ripe.
The peace talks between the Alliance and the Horde must be terminated, but the Alliance cannot unilaterally break the agreement.
Robbie and Vanessa's plan was to mix in forces outside the Alliance Horde, making them the culprits who sabotage the peace talks, and ideally, to muddy the waters completely, the more forces involved the better.
"Let's double-check the preparations!" Robbie looked seriously at Vanessa and Experiment 335 and asked:
The Defias Brotherhood.
Vanessa replied, "I've already given the signal; there are already Brotherhood members active in Theramore."
Robbie nodded. "The Grimtotem organization."
Experiment 335 chuckled:
"Do you know why Cairne lost his duel with Garrosh? It wasn't because Garrosh's weapon was poisoned, but because Cairne's Runed Spear Gorehowl. I know the Tauren race very well; their inherited weapon is called the Spear of Victory, a symbol of the Tauren Chieftain's status. The Runed Spear in Cairne's hand is a fake. The Tauren and Grimtotem of Thunder Bluff have been searching for this weapon. I deliberately spread the false news of the Spear of Victory; the Grimtotem would definitely be attracted to it."
Before Experiment 335 could finish speaking, Robbie asked again, "The Naga of Alcaz Island."
Vanessa said seriously, "The Naga race have always had Legendary of Sea King. They worship a powerful Murloc, and I have a scale from Lurky. It will surely attract them."
"Next up is the Stonemaul Ogres."
Vanessa smiled faintly and said, "Among the Ogres, there has always been Legendary about the mother Ogre. Whoever finds the mother Ogre is the undisputed king of the Ogre race. It is said that Mar'gok, the Imperator of the Highmaul, became the Imperator of the Gorian Empire because he found a mother Ogre."
Vanessa placed a small bottle on the table. "Ogres find their Ogre by scent. This is a specially formulated potion, identical to the mother Ogre's scent. It will be Thrall's gift."