The devil's schemes are always accompanied by immense temptation.
The importance of power in the chaotic Azeroth Continent is self-evident. In pursuit of power, countless people are willing to become followers of the Old Gods and serve as minions of the Burning Legion.
Although Anduin was young, he was also filled with longing for power.
Having gained Anduin's complete trust, and seeing the Prince's complete openness towards her, Garona could finally confidently unleash her eloquence.
"Prince Highness, your Destiny is in your own hands. If you only desire peace, it is meaningless. You will lose your throne, lose everything, and become unknown."
Anduin frustration; he certainly didn't want to become that kind of person.
Garona opened her alluring red lips and continued her persuasive words:
"When you have mastered true power, you are destined to become the shepherd of Azeroth, with all living beings as your lambs. You will be the hunter who protects the flock, a truly great hero."
In this era, the boy had no dreams, only fantasies of becoming a hero. Anduin immediately showed hope, and his blood boiled with excitement.
Garona deliberately feigned sadness, her face contorted with pain, and said, "The pursuit of power is a difficult path. Not only do you have to face hardships and dangers, but you also have to face your closest loved ones. The greatest enemy in a person's life is often the person closest to them."
"Mrs. Angel, are you referring to my father?" Anduin asked cautiously.
Garona's schemes were very effective. At this moment, Anduin had a misunderstanding about his father, and by going along with a child's wishes, Garona could easily sow discord between them.
Carefully observing the guards outside, and seeing that no one was eavesdropping, Garona boldly said, "I know you have a deep bond with King Varian and his son, but this is a difficult choice you must face. Are you ready, Prince?"
Royal families have always been characterized by a lack of familial bonds. The lofty throne made fathers and sons estranged. Anduin didn't have much affection for King Varian, and he easily made up his mind. "For the sake of Azeroth, I am ready."
Garona flashed a captivating smile, which made the young Anduin feel slightly dizzy and intoxicated.
"Your father, King Varian, will be a great hero in the future." This is the art of conversation; she begins with praise, then Garona says rather bluntly:
"Your father was a lone wolf on the plains, a jinx. When he was young, your grandfather, King Llane, was assassinated, leading to the downfall of Kingdom of Stormwind. When Regent Lothar fled north with your father, Lothar was brutally murdered by the Orcs. In Lordaeron, your father befriended Prince Arthas, Arthas later went mad and became the Lich King. After Stormwind City was rebuilt, your mother was also tragically killed by the Defias Brotherhood. Prince Highness, do you think all of this is just a coincidence?"
"This?"
Anduin's eyes darted around; he was persuaded.
The young Prince was unaware that this was actually a far-fetched rhetoric that explained nothing and proved nothing.
"Poor Prince, without sufficient strength, you too will die inexplicably like those around your father, and you will never become a good shepherd, a hero."
Garona pinched Anduin's cheek and said with great regret.
"But how can I gain strength?" Anduin dejected. "I learned Holy Light from Uncle Bolvar, but unfortunately I don't have the talent to become Paladin. I also want to become a mage like Aunt Jaina, but I can't sense the Elemental Power. I want to become a great Warrior, but I'm naturally weak."
"Do you know, Prince Highness, that I came to Kingdom of Stormwind entirely for you, for the Redemption of Azeroth? You need a wise man to guide you onto the right path. Northshire Abbey has a book called the Holy Book, which will bring you the power of the Holy Light, and your achievements will surpass those of Uther the Lightbringer."
Upon Anduin trembled with excitement. The arrival of a great Prophet to guide the future king was a common trope in chivalric romances. He never imagined that one day he would become the protagonist of such a book.
"Remember, Prince Highness," Garona earnestly instructed, "When you feel mature enough, you must distance yourself from your father Varian, leave Stormwind City, and travel more. This is the last piece of advice of a wise man."
Looking at Prince Anduin's youthful face, Garona seemed to see a new Lightbringer growing up.
Just like Uther the Lightbringer, Prince Anduin is destined to bring light and food to the Orcs, and destruction and disaster to humanity, before being devoured by the Orcs Consecration his life. This is his predetermined Destiny.
Cho'gall's actions at Vulgol Ogre Mound did not escape the notice of the Alliance's spies.
The cunning Cho'gall made no attempt to hide anything. He sent a letter directly to the Black Dragon Princess, along with a generous gift: several strong and delicious female Orcs as a token of his greeting. This clearly stated his ambition and his desire to ally with the Alliance.
Thrall Orcs Warchief, became the Queen of the Ogres —a humiliation unseen in a millennium, making peace between the Orcs and Ogres impossible.
Black Dragon Princess felt it was unnecessary to jeopardize the Ogre clan's plans; doing so would likely result in them hating Ogre for ten thousand years, which was simply not worth it.
So the Black Dragon Princess gladly accepted the gift, and apart from strengthening security everywhere, she did not take any drastic actions.
Varian remained the nominal King of Stormwind City. The Black Dragon Princess politely handed over Cho'gall's letter to Varian. Although he had some reservations about the Black Dragon Princess's Pride and rudeness, Varian felt that this handling was not wrong.
However, King Varian still privately consulted with Duke Bolvar.
"What are you worried about, Your King?" Duke Bolvar asked with a chuckle.
"This is a huge boon for the Alliance, you know! The reason we tolerate the Vol'gul Ogres living right under our noses is to learn about the Orcs Ogre them. The Orcs are our true mortal enemies. The war between the Ogres and the Orcs has lasted for thousands of years; they understand the Orcs better than we do."
Varian shook his head. "For some reason, I have a bad feeling about this."
Duke Bolvar waved his hand and said:
"You're worried that the Ogres will be difficult to deal with after they unify, but there's absolutely no need to worry. Although Cho'gall has obtained an Ogre bride, this is only the first step. The unification of the Ogre race is destined to be arduous and cannot be achieved overnight, and the Orcs will inevitably interfere. Why should we worry about it?"
Upon hearing Duke Bolvar's explanation, Varian shook his head again and sighed deeply.
"Orgrimmar will not let this go."
Duke Bolvar chuckled:
"There's no need to worry about that. Saurfang the Great has long coveted the Warchiefship. He wishes Thrall were dead. Orgrimmar will make some big moves, but they definitely won't send troops. At most, they'll issue a strong protest."
After listening, Varian found it very reasonable, and his furrowed brow finally relaxed.
"Well, perhaps I'm overthinking it. I think it's necessary to reply to Cho'gall, giving him a stern warning that this is Alliance territory and the scale of the Ogre Tournament must be limited to prevent him from causing trouble in secret."
Duke Bolvar nodded:
"This reply is absolutely necessary. On the one hand, it demonstrates the dignity of the Alliance, and on the other hand, it shows our attitude, putting Cho'gall at ease and preventing any further trouble. Of course, to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, the Stormwind City defense forces must be ready for battle at any time, and the Seventh Legion must also be on standby at all times. There can be absolutely no room for negligence. I will arrange this."
With Duke Bolvar handling things, Varian was naturally at ease. The burden on his heart finally lifted, Varian immediately relaxed, grinning mischievously:
"Thrall has become Ogre's bride? I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts. I wonder which mastermind did this. If it's not handled properly, the Orcs will surely become a laughing stock in Azeroth."
Duke Bolvar joined in with a laugh, "Perhaps we should present a generous gift to congratulate Cho'gall on his marriage."
Varian slammed his fist on the table excitedly and laughed, "Great idea! Let's help Cho'gall spread the word, make sure everyone in Azeroth knows about him, and see if Thrall still has the face to call himself the Savior."
Bang!
The door was kicked open violently, Anduin strode in.
"Father, you must gather soldiers and save the great Savior Thrall," Anduin a low voice.
"You little rascal, go play somewhere else."
Varian didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to joke with Bolvar.
Suddenly, a powerful Power of the Holy Light enveloped Anduin's entire body, making the Prince shine like a small sun. To Varian and Bolvar's surprise, Anduin jumped high into the air and slapped Varian across the face.
Varian was knocked off balance and stood frozen on his throne.
"Father, you are destroying Azeroth."
Anduin roared, waving his childish arms furiously as if he had gone mad.