"I am Varian, but I am also Lo'gosh."
Experiment 335 is not King Varian. He hates Thrall for eating his flesh, so he doesn't care about national affairs and only needs to vent his anger on Thrall.
"I am always clad in armor, ready to fight for Azeroth." Experiment 335 deliberately touched Thrall's wound with his finger and shouted, "For Azeroth!"
Thrall jolted in pain, then turned pale with anger.
However, he knew exactly what to do at this moment, and laughed heartily, "That's right, for Azeroth."
Vol'jin then stepped forward to bandage Thrall's wounds, Thrall also cast spells to heal himself.
"Varian, it's been over twenty years since we last met, hasn't it?" Thrall sat opposite Experiment 335, grinning as he spoke.
"I still remember how you were my loyal footstool back then. Whenever I needed you, you would always lie down and let me step on you. I remember one rainy day, the road was muddy and I didn't want to get my brand new deerskin boots dirty, so you willingly lay down in the puddle. I stepped on your back to cross the puddle, and you got a mouthful of mud. Varian, I miss those childhood days. Can I step on you once too?"
Experiment 335 wasn't King Varian and didn't feel the humiliation brought by this past event. He simply said, "Haha, Thrall, how about I take off my Strength Pauldrons and put them on the ground? You can step on them as you please."
Seeing the menacing spikes on the Strength Pauldrons, Thrall had no choice but to abandon the idea, then laughed wildly, "Varian, it was just a joke, don't take it to heart, I have a better footstool now."
The Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof approached respectfully, his face full of obsequiousness. He hurriedly prostrated himself before Thrall feet casually rested on Cairne Bloodhoof's broad shoulders.
"I still remember when I was in Lordaeron, the first time I tasted Tauren meat, I fell in love with this race. In less than three months since we Orcs allied with the Tauren, we've devoured 150,000 Tauren. The Tauren are truly a wonderful race; they can fight for us, and they can also produce beef and hides. Their horns are incredibly sharp weapons, their tendons and bones can be used to build tents, and their kidneys, when roasted, are a great tonic. They're practically treasures from head to toe."
Thrall kicked Cairne Bloodhoof's face hard, mocking him mercilessly:
"Azeroth is full of cowardly wretches. Look at these strong Tauren, willingly becoming livestock for us Orcs. Varian, when we Orcs breached Stormwind City and devoured the entire city, your father was a fool, actually being assassinated by the assassins we sent. You should know that only we Orcs are the masters of this world, and you humans will ultimately be ruthlessly eliminated."
Thrall's face was contorted with rage, his sharp fangs gleaming coldly as he approached Experiment 335, his ferocity fully revealed, resembling Demons. Young Varian, upon seeing this face, would surely be terrified, wetting himself and trembling with fear. Thrall knew very well that this was Varian's deepest fear, a tactic that had proven effective time and again.
"Out of consideration for our childhood friendship, I'm willing to give you a chance. If you don't want humanity to become extinct, then obediently become our Orcs' dog. Considering our friendship, I will grant humanity a piece of land to live on, and you will be King forever, Varian. This is your only chance."
Thrall spread his five fingers and shouted:
"Five hundred thousand humans, sent to Orgrimmar so we can skin them and eat them, Varian, that's a very profitable deal. They're just a bunch of lowly commoners. You're a smart man; you know what to do."
Jaina looked at Thrall with Mercy. If it were the real King Varian, he would surely be kneeling and begging for mercy, willing to sign a humiliating treaty. But unfortunately, he was facing a fake King.
Experiment 335's gaze was utterly calm, which greatly surprised Thrall.
"What a terrible stench, Your Warchief! How long has it been since you brushed your teeth?"
Thrall was puzzled. Everyone said that humans were fickle creatures, and he finally saw how weak and docile Varian was when he was young, like a puppy that could be squeezed at will.
Varian has changed; I can't intimidate him anymore.
Thrall leaned back, his small eyes Liuliu around, preparing his next words.
He was well aware of the Orcs' predicament; the threat of the Lich King Arthas was imminent, and an alliance with the Alliance was the only way out.
To Thrall's surprise, Experiment 335 immediately displayed a peaceful and friendly attitude, laughing heartily, "Thrall, it's been many years. I have a gift for you; please accept it."
Robbie brought out an exquisite wooden box. Inside was a beautifully crafted suit of armor, inlaid with precious stones and jewels, and made with exceptional skill, but it offered no protection whatsoever.
However, this armor suited Thrall's taste perfectly, because it was embroidered with the words "Armor of the Savior Azeroth," and Thrall fell in love with it at first sight.
"Haha, Varian, you're too kind."
Experiment 335 then said, "Thrall, your robes are stained with blood. Why don't you just put on this armor?"
"Okay, okay!" Thrall readily agreed. He could tell that the armor, apart from being beautiful, did not possess any magical power and therefore would not contain any traps or anything like that. So, without much thought, he put it on in front of everyone.
There was a faint fragrance emanating from the armor, but with flower petals scattered everywhere, Thrall didn't notice it.
At this moment, not far from the Shadebough Inn, in a small ravine, a large group of Tauren had gathered.
The Tauren race has a special technique for transmitting messages called "grass-gnawing communication." They will gnaw a patch of grass into a special shape to convey a coded message, which other Tauren will then know is important information.
Experiment 335 was Tauren for a period of time. He knew the technique of using grass to send messages, and deliberately left a secret message on several patches of grass that the Spear of Victory would soon appear at the site of the Alliance and Horde peace talks, which attracted the attention of the Grimtotem.
Magatha Grimtotem, the true mastermind behind Grimtotem, is a Tauren woman with a brisk gait and a pained expression, addressing her most trusted companions.
"Cairne Bloodhoof is a complete coward. Twenty years Dark Portal, the Orcs first set foot on Kalimdor. In my dreams, I heard the weeping of the Earth Mother, Ancestral Spirit told me of the calamity the Orcs would bring. But that stupid bull, Cairne, refused to believe it. He was bewitched by that woman Jaina, sending the Tauren to their doom. Now the Tauren of Thunder Bluff have become Orcs for the Orcs, slaughtered and eaten at their mercy, Cairne calls it a great honor."
"Once we find the Spear of Victory, we can overthrow Cairne Bloodhoof's incompetent rule. The Tauren are a noble and honorable race, and their dignity should not be trampled upon. Earth Mother gave me a revelation in a dream: our only hope for the continuation of our race is to fight and eliminate the Orcs who threaten the land. Now, I need your strength to accompany me in the search for the Spear of Victory."
May the wind guide our path, and may Earth Mother be with us.
The Tauren, emblazoned with Grimtotem, chanted in unison, their voices filled with determination.
"The moment the Spear of Victory appears, we will fight immediately. Our blood will not be shed in vain. Earth Mother will remember our sacrifice today. My dear comrades, let the elements respond to our call."
Magatha Grimtotem, the eldest of the Grimtotem and the most powerful Shaman of the Tauren race, took the lead in casting the first spell.
Six Shaman formed a circle around Magatha, their magic converging to create a giant sphere of light at the center of the Magic Circle.
This was a remarkably sophisticated reconnaissance spell; both sides of the negotiations at the Shadebough Inn appeared within the sphere of light, and the Grimtotem awaited the perfect moment to strike.
As Thrall donned the ostentatious "Armor of the Savior of Azeroth," Dustwallow Marsh Overlord Mogmorlok in Brackenwall Village of Mudswamp suddenly rose from his throne.
The burly Ogre leader sniffed the air and trembled with excitement.
"This is the scent of the Mother Ogre! I can't believe it's in Dustwallow Marsh. Once I find the Mother Ogre, I, Mogmorlok, will unite the Ogre race and become the great Ogre Emperor."