The Scourge's Undead Mages, disguised as Kul Tiras mages, entered Rag City and began constructing Anti-Magic Array. Experiment 335 was preparing for the upcoming war, knowing full well that the Orcs would not give up easily.
Thrall didn't care about the losses, as the Dragonkin would continuously supply Thrall with Orcs soldiers.
Thrall was very happy to have managed to humiliate Saurfang the Great.
Thrall feigned anger, picked up the exquisitely carved wooden table, and smashed it on Saurfang's head. Saurfang knew he was in the wrong, and felt ashamed to have been defeated by the Troggs, so he dared not dodge.
The wooden table shattered into pieces above Saurfang's head, Thrall roared like a shrew:
"Saurfang, you are the symbol of Orcs glory, one of the Orcs' greatest generals, second only to my Savior Thrall, yet you couldn't even defeat a mere Troggs? What face do you have to come back? If I were you, I'd just find a rope and hang myself."
Thrall's provocation had no effect on Saurfang. He stubbornly declared, "I admit I underestimated them. The Troggs are too cunning. They want to destroy Azeroth. I, Saurfang, swear to regain my honor."
"Alright, Saurfang, I'll give you that chance." Thrall had been waiting for Saurfang to say this, and waved his hand with feigned magnanimity, saying, "Failure is nothing; just learn from it. How many soldiers do you need to defeat the Troggs? Just name your price. But if you fail again, don't blame me for being impolite."
Saurfang was filled with remorse, having paid the price for his boast. He glanced furtively at Vol'jin beside him.
The Trolls are skilled at throwing javelins, Saurfang desperately hopes Vol'jin can lend a hand.
Vol'jin had carefully studied the Battle of Rag City, and could only shake his head in resignation.
The Dwarves ' muskets had insufficient range, but were still much farther than javelins, so they did not have an advantage in terms of distance.
Moreover, Trolls need stamina to throw javelins. A strong Troll would become fatigued after throwing five or six javelins, making it difficult to guarantee accuracy and lethality. Troggs, do not need much stamina to reload ammunition.
Saurfang, exasperated and angry, glared at Thrall: "You are a great Savior, but Saviors are made through battle, not boasting. I hope you can prove your abilities to everyone, and show that you are not just a figurehead."
"I will prove it, Saurfang the Great." Thrall chuckled coldly, beaming with pride, "History will remember you as nothing more than a coward defeated by the Troggs, while I am the one and only Warchief."
Saurfang had no choice but to leave in anger.
Thrall watched Saurfang's dejected figure, his heart filled with immense joy. He turned to look at Vol'jin:
"Vol'jin, my old friend, I suspect you've already come up with a good plan to deal with those damned Troggs."
Vol'jin nodded. "The Troggs rely on distance control. We can shorten the distance. All we need is an Archmage like Jaina to teleport a hundred brave Orcs Warriors into the Troggs's battle formation, and we can easily win. A hundred Troggs can't defeat a single Orcs Warrior."
Thrall smiled slightly after hearing this, "Just as I thought. Alright, Eitrigg, go to Theramore. Jaina, that damned human woman, should wake up from her queenly dream."
After leading a portion of Lordaeron's people into Theramore, Jaina finally achieved her first small goal in life: from being High Archmage Antonidas's most prized disciple, she became Queen Jaina Proudmoore.
Unfortunately, a dark cloud that was difficult to dispel always hung over the head of this queen.
If Jaina is the Queen of Theramore, then the Guardian Aegwynn is the supreme queen, always one step ahead of Jaina. This woman's lust for power is so strong that Jaina finds it difficult to resist.
Don't assume that a woman who has lived for thousands of years will be rational. Guardian Aegwynn is a complete neurotic, yet extremely confident in herself, and always wants to meddle in everything.
Aegwynn was domineering and arrogant, refusing to listen to anyone's opinions. She often made a mess of things and then abandoned them, leaving Jaina with no choice but to clean up the mess.
Jaina is still young and inexperienced, and handling the many affairs of Theramore is already difficult enough.
With Aegwynn's meddling, Jaina suffered greatly, and since becoming queen, she has gained a lot of gray hair.
Recently, Aegwynn and the Theramore generals have clashed again over the Alcaz Island near Theramore.
Alcaz Island is very large, larger than the entire city of Theramore. It has always been the territory of the Naga race and was originally an ally of the Murlocs of Theramore. However, since Jaina drove out the Murlocs, the Naga race, intimidated by the authority of the Guardian Aegwynn, dared not oppose her, but secretly they have done a lot of things to cause trouble.
Jaina had always wanted Theramore to become a trading port, making a fortune like the Troggs's Rag City, but unfortunately, due to the extremely poor road conditions in Dustwallow Marsh and the hidden troubles caused by Dragonkin and Ogres, she was never able to achieve her goal.
They finally managed to attract a few speculative merchants, only to have their ship secretly sunk by the Naga.
Guardian Aegwynn waved his hand and proposed to exterminate the Naga of Alcaz Island and take over the island.
Jaina's subordinates disagreed. Alcaz Island was quite far from Theramore, and defending the island would require a sizable fleet, which Theramore's current financial resources could not provide. In addition, logistical support would also be a significant expense.
Ignoring everyone's opinions, Aegwynn teleported directly to Alcaz Island, intending to eliminate the Naga on the island single-handedly.
However, the Naga race were prepared. Before Aegwynn could even step out of the Portal, the Naga jumped into the sea and disappeared without a trace. Despite Aegwynn's strength, she dared not chase after him into the sea.
Having offended the Naga race, there was no room for reconciliation, and it was foreseeable that trouble would follow one after another, giving Jaina a major headache.
Eitrigg arrived in Theramore by ship. While Jaina was still trying to figure out the Orcs' intentions, Aegwynn, as if Prophet, coldly said, "These Orcs are utterly disappointing. They were defeated by the Troggs in Rag City and have come to ask for your help."
Jaina rubbed her forehead vigorously, thinking to herself that she'd had a lot of worries lately and it would be good to get away for a while. She'd heard that Rag City held countless treasures, and it would be a good opportunity to get a piece of the pie. But she still humbly inquired:
"Senior, should I agree to Eitrigg?"
Aegwynn narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously, "The rise of the Orcs is inevitable, so of course we should help them. But we can't help them for nothing. I heard that Thrall tricked eleven Ancient Divine Turtles from Pandaria and has already killed one. Since he doesn't cherish them, you can have Thrall send over five to play with."
Jaina's mind went blank for a moment as she began to consider a series of questions: Could the five Ancient Divine Turtles, resembling islands, find their own food? How much food would they consume each day, and could Theramore afford to feed them?
But she dared not disobey Aegwynn's ingenious idea and could only agree.
"What? You want five Ancient Divine Turtles?" Eitrigg exclaimed in surprise. "Lady Jaina, oh no, Queen Jaina, do you know what price we paid for these eleven Ancient Divine Turtles?"
"You tricked them out of a stupid Pandaren," Jaina chuckled. "You want these Ancient Divine Turtles just to kill them and eat them. Losing a few won't matter, but failing to take Rag City will cost you your lives."