Faced with the bloody Tauren meat on the plate, the flesh of his former relatives and friends, Experiment 335 ultimately did not cut into it. Fortunately, his heart gradually calmed down.
He raised his head, looking directly at Thrall's ferocious face. "Reverend Warchief, what makes you think I would grant your unreasonable demands?"
Everyone knows that the prophecy of the Guardian Medivh foretold the extermination of the people of Lordaeron.
When Medivh left the prophecy in Lordaeron, instructing the people of Lordaeron to relocate to Kalimdor, his purpose was very clear: to leave the fertile lands of Lordaeron for the Orcs to inhabit.
The people of Lordaeron, however, had to live a miserable life on the Barrens lands, on rocks and sand that lacked water and were exposed to the scorching sun year-round. How could humans survive on land that was uncultivable and unsuitable for grazing?
It is foreseeable that the people of Lordaeron will be completely wiped out by the combined attack of Trolls, Tauren, Centaurs, Quilboars, leaving none alive, or becoming rare species or even pets on the Azeroth Continent.
King Terenas committed many unforgivable mistakes throughout his life, but he possessed basic political wisdom and would never accept Medivh's unreasonable demands.
Although Varian was young, he wasn't stupid; he wouldn't agree to such an exchange.
Thrall grinned and carefully patted the spiked shoulder armor of Experiment 335.
"Because you and I are the same kind!" Thrall squinted his small eyes and said meaningfully, "Remember those days in Karazhan? You had so many brothers and sisters, why was it that only you were able to return to Stormwind City to inherit the throne? You weren't the most outstanding one, it's all because you've attained enlightenment?"
Enlightenment?
Experiment 335 was somewhat bewildered, wondering what this meant. He glanced furtively at Robbie beside him, Robbie shrugged, indicating he couldn't help. Who knew how Varian, at such a young age, had achieved enlightenment in Karazhan?
Thrall, seeing Varian's bewildered expression, shook his head in disappointment. "It seems the decadent lifestyle of Stormwind City has clouded your clear mind, and you've forgotten your childlike heart!"
Robbie suddenly had an extremely absurd feeling: Could it be that Varian had attained enlightenment and become an immortal in Karazhan?
Experiment 335 frowned, somewhat annoyed, and questioned:
"Chief, I have no intention of offending you. I come with a peaceful purpose, but if you make similar unreasonable demands again, I will have no choice but to terminate the negotiations, and you will be responsible for all the consequences, Thrall."
Thrall's eyes held a hint of doubt. He glanced at Jaina, who was happily eating beside him, and was already questioning the true identity of "King Varian." After hesitating for a moment, unwilling to give up the opportunity, Thrall could only patiently explain:
"Varian, have you forgotten our childhood promise? Think of those proud Night Elf race, hiding in the forest like monkeys, devoutly pious. Why should they be immortal? Think about it, ten thousand years from now, Orgrimmar will probably be gone, and your Kingdom of Stormwind won't even be ruins left. Those damned Night Elves will still be alive. We're just a tiny ripple in their memory. How tragic is that? All lives are equal. Why, why can Malfurion and Tyrande show off their love for ten thousand years? What's even more intolerable is that they have to show it to our descendants."
Mentioning the couple filled Thrall with rage; he needed to vent. He kicked Cairne Bloodhoof hard in the face. The Tauren Chieftain continued his goofy grin. Thrall chuckled coldly.
"Do you think Cairne Bloodhoof is stupid? He's smarter than all the Tauren. For ten thousand years, how many Tauren Chieftains have galloped across the plains, fought, left behind a lifetime of fame, and finally turned to dust? What's the point of living like that? I gave him the hope of immortality. As long as he achieves merit, he can receive the Legion's rewards. If you had the chance to live forever like Night Elf, what price would you be willing to pay, Varian?"
Experiment 335 was stunned upon hearing this. Thrall had mentioned the same allure of immortality, which, although he had heard it many times before, was still incredibly powerful.
Thrall's arrogance, domineering attitude, and disdain for everyone stem from the fact that he is now the Burning Legion's sole agent in Azeroth. Whoever pledges allegiance to him may gain the Legion's immortality and power.
Thrall continued his shameless boasting, roughly squeezing the Tauren Chieftain's face:
"Ten thousand years ago, the Burning Legion came. Ten thousand years later, if Azeroth hasn't fallen, they'll probably come again. Where will you and I be then? Your Kingdom of Stormwind and my Orgrimmar will likely be just a small chapter in history. Are you willing to accept that? Sacrificing Kingdom of Stormwind for your own immortality—ten thousand years from now, you'll find this deal incredibly worthwhile. Yes, I, Thrall, am using the Orcs to gain my personal power and immortality. What does the extinction of the Orcs have to do with me? Cairne Bloodhoof and Vol'jin, they've both become enlightened and willing to become my servants. You should cherish this opportunity, Varian."
Robbie felt he couldn't let Thrall continue. The question of whether personal ambition or the continuation of the race was more important was a question that would never be answered.
Ten thousand years later, time erases everything, and even the greatest and most glorious races may perish, vanish into nothingness, and become dust in history. If an individual truly seizes the opportunity to live on indefinitely, it may not be an undesirable choice.
The throne is inherently a reward for the world's most ambitious people, and what King doesn't have selfish motives?
Negotiations must end; action is needed.
When multiple forces face the same goal, they can easily fall into a delicate balance due to mutual concerns, causing no one to dare to make a move. After all, everyone knows the saying, "The mantis attacks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
If any force cannot resist its impulse and takes the first action, it will quickly trigger a chain reaction, easily dragging everyone into chaos. This is because of the herd mentality.
During this period, Vanessa couldn't mobilize the Defias Brotherhood's power, but simply impersonating the Brotherhood and taking responsibility for this trigger was still easy for her.
In the blink of an eye, Thrall had already eaten three plates of roast meat. When the fourth plate was served, Thrall noticed an extra letter on it. Thrall opened it with a suspicious look, and read:
"Hey Thrall! Do you like explosions? Boom!"
Kil'negg, the most brilliant Goblin technician in Azeroth, on behalf of the Defias Brotherhood.
Thrall was puzzled when suddenly an Orcs soldier ran over, shouting, "Savior, something terrible has happened! A bomb has been found! A huge bomb is on the foreleg of the Mushan Beast!"
Upon hearing this, Thrall abruptly stood up. He cherished his mount dearly and, disregarding his negotiations with "King Varian," rushed over to check on it.
On the Mushan Beast's thick forelegs were strapped large bombs, half the height of a person, which flashed a dangerous red light continuously.
After seeing this, Thrall looked serious and quickly retreated several hundred steps. Only when he estimated he was in a safe area did he breathe a sigh of relief and kick the butler, Gallywix, in the backside. The Goblin cried out in pain and rolled on the ground several times.
"Gallywix, you always brag to me about how you blew up a loan shark when you were ten. Here's your chance to shine. Go, defuse that little bomb."
Gallywix rubbed his backside, his chubby face twitching violently, and pleaded, "My esteemed Savior, I've been so focused on making money all these years that my skills have become rusty."
"Heh heh! Gallywix, you dare disobey my orders? Have you forgotten the bomb behind your head?" Thrall threatened menacingly, pulling a remote control from his pocket.
It turns out that Gallywix had committed many evil deeds since childhood, making him infamous and hated by all the Goblins. He had also unfortunately offended the trading king Marty, and his life was in constant danger. With nowhere else to turn, he sought refuge with Thrall.
Thrall desperately needed a steward to keep his accounts, but he refused to trust a cunning Goblin.
Gallywix then voluntarily implanted a non-removable bomb in the back of his head, with the control switch in Thrall's hands. The bomb would explode if anyone moved away from Thrall within a certain range, or if Thrall pressed the switch.
That's why Thrall was willing to entrust the accounts to Gallywix, making him Thrall's confidant.
Gallywix had no choice but to steel himself and cautiously approach the bomb. He took out his tools and silently prayed that his skills hadn't become rusty.
After prying open the bomb's casing, Gallywix noticed that the internal wiring was extremely messy, and many components were very illogical, clearly the work of a novice, and definitely not the work of the Goblin technician Kil'negg.
Kil'negg is a highly skilled technician; otherwise, he wouldn't have been offered a high-paying job by the Brotherhood.
Noticing the bomb's countdown timer, Gallywix breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had plenty of time. With his skills, dismantling a novice-made bomb would be a piece of cake.
Unfortunately, he overlooked one point: the countdown timer on a novice-made bomb is inaccurate.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the bomb exploded.