"That's impossible."
Upon hearing that Jaina wanted to seduce King Varian, Garona became agitated. "I've been in Elwynn Forest for quite some time now, and I've made a name for myself, but unfortunately, I haven't even caught a glimpse of King Varian."
"You haven't met King Varian because you don't hold Varian's lifeline in your hands."
Jaina looked directly into Garona's eyes. She knew very well that you shouldn't expect a female Orcs to be very bright; Orcs preferred to use their hands rather than their brains.
"Varian's lifeline?" Garona's expression turned uneasy as she hesitated before asking, "Is it Prince Anduin?"
Jaina shook her head. "Wrong, it's his throne!"
Seemingly recalling some unpleasant past events, Jaina took a deep breath and slowly said:
"I was born into the noble Proudmoore family, Maritime Kingdom of Kul Tiras. From a young age, I witnessed countless dirty and treacherous deals. To protect their own interests, nobles are willing to do anything, betraying their own clan's interests with such ease and without hesitation."
Garona pondered for a while, then asked in confusion:
"You mean, like those treacherous chieftains of the Orcs?"
Jaina nodded. "Let's assume, what would Thrall do if Thrall lost his chieftainship?"
Garona answered without hesitation, "Unless he has a greater purpose and the new chieftain must obey him, he will betray all the Orcs and kill them all, leaving no one alive."
"Insightful analysis, clear vision, unique perspective—I enjoy conversing with intelligent people," Jaina subtly complimented.
Garona was slightly smug, but still full of concerns. She said with deep feeling:
"I understand what you mean. Those Orcs chieftains are all incredibly arrogant, constantly talking about dignity and glory, but none of them actually rose to power through honorable means. Intrigue, poisoning, assassination, ruthless betrayal, and collusion with Ogres are commonplace. But from what I understand, Stormwind City's monarchical succession system is very stable. Although the House Wrynn's rule isn't great, it has been passed down for hundreds of years and is deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people. You see, even the Black Dragon Princess can only sideline Varian; she can't actually kill him."
Jaina smiled slightly, revealing a mysterious expression, and whispered:
"It's simple. We just need to make Varian realize that the real threat comes from within the House Wrynn, not from external factors. That's far more important than Black Dragon Princess's life."
Garona became even more confused after hearing this and asked, "But Varian has no brothers, House Wrynn has had only one son per generation for generations. There is no one who can threaten his throne."
"Yes, you see this person often." Jaina smiled enigmatically, giving Garona a meaningful look, and said pointedly, "I've heard Prince Anduin is quite close to you."
"Prince Anduin, he's still a child!" Garona exclaimed.
"Don't underestimate the influence of a child. The important thing is that he is Prince. If Anduin is the legendary saint sent from heaven, the destined wise ruler, the Legendary chosen one, once this belief takes root in people's hearts, then Varian will have no choice but to abdicate and be forced to hand over the throne to his son Anduin. This is the greatest threat."
Jaina's expression was unreadable as she mysteriously said, "Let me tell you a secret. Everyone says I, Jaina, am the Daughter of the Sea. Where do you think this Legendary came from?"
"Oh my god, really?"
Garona quickly covered her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Jaina.
Recalling her ingenious plan, Jaina boasted smugly:
"After I became the apprentice of the Archmage Antonidas, I began spreading the rumors of the Daughter of the Sea in Kul Tiras to pave the way for my future succession as the Admiral of the Navy. Opportunity only favors the prepared. Unfortunately, I could not have foreseen what would happen later. The Daughter of the Sea became an irony. It is truly a cruel twist of fate. There are many similar examples, such as Arthas. The forests of Lordaeron whispered your name, which is the same principle."
Garona finally understood Jaina's plan, and she admired the cunning of this treacherous woman.
"I understand your plan. As long as Anduin gains some kind of prestige, such as being named the Chosen One, and Varian becomes aware that the throne is threatened, he will seek our help and crave power."
Jaina smiled with satisfaction, "You're very clever. This is exactly what I planned. Unfortunately, the rumors have been spreading for too long, and there's no time left. Only the acquisition of power will produce immediate results. I want Anduin to receive the favor of the Holy Light, to become the successor of the Lightbringer, the Child of Light. This requires your cooperation."
"One last question!" Garona pointed to the coffin-like box Jaina had brought. "What's inside? I'm very curious."
Jaina hesitated for a moment, then said somberly, "New, yet old, King Varian."
Garona felt a chill run through her body; she sensed that she wasn't facing Jaina, but rather a cunning female Dreadlord.
Robbie, Vanessa, Experiment 335 rushed back to Stormwind City, originally planning to find the Black Cat and White Cats. In Robbie's view, the mission was complete, and it was time to return to the original Timeline.
Unexpectedly, Vanessa received a message from her informant as soon as she disembarked.
"Robbie, you'd never guess." Vanessa blinked, tilted her head, and flashed a cute smile. "It's Twilight's Hammer! They found my informant. Guess what they want to buy?"
Robbie pondered for a while, then guessed, "The Mother Ogre Potion?"
"Correct!" Vanessa nodded approvingly.
"The Ogre scent on Thrall is almost gone. Cho'gall is smart enough to realize that this is related to us, so he asked someone to buy the medicine at a high price, or better yet, to buy out the formula directly."
Looking at the beautiful scenery of Stormwind City, Robbie remarked with some emotion, "Perhaps we should pay attention to how Thrall escaped this calamity."
Upon hearing that he would have to deal with Ogres, Experiment 335 refused, as he had his own way of returning to his own Timeline. Thus, he parted ways with Robbie and Vanessa in Stormwind City.
Robbie and Vanessa discussed it and decided to go see the Black Dragon Princess first to find out the latest news.
Twenty-four years have passed since the Dark Portal, and exactly four years have passed since Uther the Lightbringer was brutally murdered in Andorhal.
In the Western Plaguelands, at Sorrow Hill, stands Uther's tomb.
Ironically, Uther had no idea who built his tomb. In the twenty years since the Scourge roamed the Dark Portal, who could have built such a magnificent tomb in the Plaguelands? The answer is obvious.
Occasionally, Uther's Restless Souls, protected by the Holy Light, would wander about, admiring the scenery, a voice always echoing in his ears. "You were killed by Arthas."
Initially, Uther was convinced of this, even though he couldn't recall Arthas killing him.
Sometimes, Uther would recount his death to the Paladins or Bards who came to hear of him, making sure to describe it vividly and with exaggerated detail.
"You know what? Arthas was standing on that hillside back then, holding Frostmourne, trembling with fear. He was afraid of me. I am the great Lightbringer; I could crush him with a single finger."
"Lord Uther, why don't you kill Arthas?" a Paladin asked with longing in his eyes.
Uther rolled his eyes at him and replied irritably:
"What do you know? Arthas and I weren't far apart, but between us were a hundred thousand Ghouls, thirty thousand Cave Spiders, over five thousand Abominations as high as mountains, and countless Gargoyles, blotting out the sky and blocking out the sunlight. Under the protection of the Holy Light, I fought relentlessly, forgetting fatigue and pain. The Scourge's corpses piled up like mountains. We fought for ten days and ten nights without sleep. Finally, I gave up. Although my body wasn't exhausted, my heart was weary. Only then did I lay down my weapons. In my last moments, I understood the ultimate meaning of life."