Carl Thornrib is a noble and wise leader. Among the Quilboar, women have a very low status and must obey adult men.
Carl Thornrib is an outlier; she is a powerful Shaman, especially skilled at communicating with Agamaggan, the Demigod worshipped by the Quilboar. She silently leads the Quilboar in their struggle against Destiny.
The Quilboar are a brave and ancient race, but unfortunately they have never achieved unity. They live amidst thorns and vines, leading a scattered life.
In the Barrens, oases are contested territory between Tauren and Centaurs. The vast grasslands and swamps belong to the Tauren as grazing land, while the Quilboar are marginalized and can only live in the most desolate and barren lands.
No Quilboar felt it was unfair. They had lived here for generations, peaceful and content, and could have continued in this way until the arrival of the Orcs, which disrupted the existing balance.
Carl Thornrib realized that the savage Orcs would bring destruction and disaster. In the name of the Quilboar's faith, Agamaggan, she persuaded a considerable number of her people to march into Razorfen and drive out the Tauren.
The Tauren were astonished by the Quilboar's formidable fighting prowess. The Quilboar were fearless and willing to sacrifice their lives without hesitation if it meant killing their opponents.
After the Orcs devoured most of Mulgore's Elite, the Tauren were no longer able to reclaim their lost territory.
Carl Thornrib didn't want the Quilboars to follow in the Tauren's footsteps, nor did she want to be a foolish Cairne Bloodhoof. When she learned that the Alliance and the Horde planned to hold peace talks at the Shadebough Inn, she keenly sensed that this was a crisis.
She needed an ally, and the first place that came to mind was Razorfen Downs, the ancient capital of the quilboars, the territory of the Ice King Amennar, where the two quilboar leaders met in the Barrens.
Carl Thornrib disliked Amnennar, who brought the power of death to the Quilboar Amnennar. Fortunately, the Quilboar were too numerous and had an extremely high reproductive rate, so Carl Thornrib couldn't unite them all around him and could only let Amnennar do as he pleased.
"To be, or not to be."
Carl Thornrib, his head covered, displayed an agility disproportionate to his bulky frame, and said self-deprecatingly:
"Amnennar, I've heard you were once a nobleman of the humans of Lordaeron, while I am but a foolish Quilboar, far less knowledgeable than you. I hope you can analyze the current situation for us."
"Honorable Carl, I have never underestimated your immense power. Agamaggan is with us." Amnennar, respecting the Quilboar's faith, the lich exuding a chilling Lich, spoke humbly:
"Invaders are trampling on the Quilboar's homeland. I brought them hope for life; my purpose is revenge. Upon learning of Quilboar Terenas's King at Thrall, I transformed myself into Lich! Now, with the Horde's main force drawn to the Night Elves, we are only able to survive. If the Alliance and Horde negotiate peace, the Orcs will cease hostilities with the Night Elves. Thrall will then be free to purge the Barrens. We face only two paths: either become food for the Orcs, or live a humiliating life like the Tauren."
Carl Thornrib groaned loudly, "Perfect analysis! To outsiders, we Quilboars are irritable, savage, filthy, and lazy, but we also have dignity. We cannot be slaughtered like the Tauren. We are willing to fight for our dignity. I've heard that Thrall has a Mushan Beast that never leaves Orgrimmar. This is a great opportunity."
The Naga forces of Alcaz Island secretly infiltrated Dustwallow Marsh.
Aegwynn's experiments on Alcaz Island were unsuccessful. Although many Naga were corrupted by magic, they became more irritable and uncontrollable.
These Naga grew in power without limit, constantly fleeing Alcaz Island and becoming a source of unrest in the region. When Aegwynn abandoned Alcaz Island, the mutated Naga claimed to be the island's masters.
The Naga race have a long-standing Legendary of the Sea King, who is said to be a giant deep-sea Murloc.
Recently, the Naga race accidentally obtained a message in a bottle containing a small scale. After research, Naga race scholars confirmed that it was the Legendary Sea King Scale, and an important clue may be found at the Shadebough Inn.
In the Barrens, Herzrul Bloodmark, the leader of the Centaurs in Kolkar, led a band of Centaurs across the plains.
"My sworn brothers, our target is the Shadebough Inn. We will kill our hated enemies: the ferocious Thrall, the foolish Cairne Bloodhoof, and the treacherous Vol'jin. Their hands are stained with the blood of our people, and we will crush them into mincemeat."
Negotiations for the Shadebough Inn have moved to the next stage.
Thrall never considered negotiating with the Alliance; what he wanted was enslavement and oppression, just like he had treated the Tauren. In Thrall's view, no race was worthy of being on equal footing with the noble Orcs.
"Ha ha, King Varian, I sense your pursuit of peace."
Donning the magnificent armor gifted to him by Experiment 335, Thrall assumed that King Varian had backed down. Orcs, always eager to take advantage, Thrall felt he had regained the upper hand.
Soon, food and wine from Theramore were served. Jaina, weakened by her magic, listlessly accompanied them, unwilling to speak much. Faced with the Theramore delicacies, Thrall showed disdain, shaking his head with a cold laugh:
"What is this?" Thrall grabbed a piece of roasted crocodile meat and sneered.
"The corpses of dead creatures are food for cowards. True warriors eat only the flesh of the living. In Orgrimmar, we have a famous delicacy we call: Live Cow."
Thrall clapped his hands, and Vol'jin nodded. He pulled a large, coffin-like chest from the Orcs's wagon, and when he opened it, a wonderful aroma filled the air. Inside was a Tauren roasted to a golden brown, dripping with fat, its eyes still moving, clearly still alive.
Witnessing such a barbaric and inhumane scene, Experiment 335 was truly terrified.
With a flash of cold light, Vol'jin cut off a large chunk of bloody beef and placed it on a plate. Thrall's butler, the Goblin Gallywix, carried the plate and jogged over to Experiment 335.
Robbie noticed that Gallywix had a device attached to the back of his head, which appeared to be a bomb.
"Varian, you should try some fresh meat; this is the food of a warrior." Thrall said with beaming eyes and smug satisfaction, "This isn't ordinary Tauren meat; it's the son of Tauren Chieftain, what's his name again?"
"Llane Bloodhoof," Gallywix hurriedly replied, busy serving the guests. The next plate of meat was placed in front of Thrall devoured it, laughing heartily.
"Llane, Baine, Dane, Wayne, Cairne Bloodhoof likes to use names like that, haha, sorry, it probably reminds you of King Llane. I remember your father was also roasted and eaten by us Orcs."
Experiment 335 knew Llane Bloodhoof; they were relatives and very close friends. Experiment 335's hands began to tremble. He couldn't eat the flesh of his friend—no, he wouldn't eat any Tauren flesh.
Seeing Varian's fearful and uneasy expression, Thrall felt he had won this round and couldn't help but feel a little smug.
Jaina, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. When Gallywix served her a plate of meat, Jaina elegantly cut it into small pieces with a knife and fork, dipped it in sauce, and ate it, accompanied by a glass of red wine.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Thrall once again threatened "King Varian," approaching Experiment 335 and saying:
"Our Horde negotiates with humans with the aim of peace and friendship. Do you remember Medivh's prophecy: humans should migrate to Kalimdor? We Orcs have already built a city for you, Orgrimmar. Your people should migrate here as soon as possible to resolve the conflict with the Night Elves. As for Kingdom of Stormwind, why not let us Orcs live there? This was arranged by the Guardians long ago. You shouldn't object, should you, King Varian?"