Eitrigg and Garrosh set off for Ghost Coast in a small boat, which was loaded with gifts for Doras. Eitrigg was worried that Garrosh would mess things up, so he kept sharing his experience with him along the way.
"Ordinary female Orcs crave the care and protection of men. They hope that men's broad arms can shelter them from the wind and rain and give them a sense of security. For us Orcs, a man can be fierce, irritable, and savage, and can beat and scold women at will, but he must never be a coward."
"But Doras is different." Eitrigg spoke with an air of profound understanding of women, "She's an incredibly strong woman who doesn't need any man's protection; all she needs is conquest, to derive pleasure from conquering men."
Garrosh clenched his fist and said defiantly, "I'll show her the power of a male Orcs's fist."
Eitrigg shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, you'll mess things up if you do that. Doras can treat Tauren like livestock, she's more ferocious than any man. She's just an Ogre disguised as a female Orcs."
Garrosh muttered defiantly, "I'll solve this my way."
Eitrigg was most worried about this, and patiently advised, "Garrosh, you are still too young and inexperienced with women. You need to use different methods for different women. At first, you need to cooperate with her and cater to her preferences. Once you understand her thoroughly, find her weaknesses, and then dominate her both mentally and physically."
Seeing Garrosh's somewhat confused look, Eitrigg pointed to his head and said, "Use your brain to think. All female Orcs are single-minded and simple-minded when it comes to emotions. Doras is no exception. You need to use some subtle techniques and be good at disguising yourself. You are a smart Orcs, and I believe you can succeed."
Garrosh lowered his head, seemingly convinced. Eitrigg thought he had succeeded, unaware that Garrosh was currently plotting how to kill Doras and escape, and how to deal with Thrall's pursuit.
As before, three enormous airships landed on the shore. Garrosh and Eitrigg boarded the airships. Garrosh, who was taller and stronger than the average Orcs, immediately attracted attention, and the bodyguards began to search the two of them.
"What is this?" a bodyguard asked, holding a magical scroll from Dalaran.
"This is a gift for Queen Doras, a painting I painted myself," Garrosh said.
"How interesting, an Orcs can paint?"
The guard clearly didn't believe it. He carefully examined the scroll, found no problems, and returned it to Garrosh.
Garrosh secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this meant they were halfway to success.
Eitrigg was still waiting outside the door. Garrosh, holding a scroll in his hand, walked into the cabin of the airship with a resolute expression.
The cabin was Queen Doras's bedroom. The first thing that hit his nose was a strong smell of perfume. Garrosh frowned in disgust, walked across the pink carpet, and entered the inner room of the bedroom.
On an incredibly wide bed lay a stout female Orcs, about the size of Ogre. Garrosh was already strong enough for Orcs, and this female Orcs could easily fit him inside.
There were more than thirty men sitting or lying on the bedside, on the carpet, and on the sofa. Among them were Ogres, Tauren, Trolls, Goblins, Dwarves, and so on. They were all dressed in gaudy clothes, with heavy makeup and powder on their faces.
Upon seeing Garrosh's robust appearance, the plump female Orcs's eyes lit up immediately. Her eyes narrowed into slits with delight as she stretched out her right foot and said, "Son of Grom Hellscream, you are very lucky. I will allow you to lick my foot."
Garrosh's gaze swept quickly across the surroundings. These thirty-odd foreign men were presumably all of Queen Doras's lovers, and not a single one of them was any real fighter. How could Queen Doras be so careless?
A fleeting doubt crossed his mind, but Garrosh was not about to let the opportunity slip by. He charged forward, his sharp fangs piercing the female Orcs's eyes. Just as the plump female Orcs was about to make a sound, Garrosh grabbed her neck and twisted it sharply. With a crisp crack of bone, the female Orcs collapsed limply to the ground.
Garrosh moved so fast, it was like lightning. Before the lazy gigolos could react, Garrosh swiftly pulled a dagger from the painting and flitted around them like a butterfly among flowers.
He successfully slit the throats of more than thirty male concubines. They only had time to let out a few screams before collapsing to the ground with their eyes wide open in death, without alerting the Guards outside.
Garrosh stood amidst a pool of blood, unable to believe that he had succeeded so easily.
This is too smooth. Something's not right. Or maybe this unusually fat female Orcs isn't Queen Doras at all. Garrosh quickly came to the conclusion that, in any case, the assassination had succeeded, and all that was left was to frame Thrall.
Garrosh dipped his finger in the female Orcs's blood and wrote a line of large characters on the carpet:
"No one dares to offend the great Savior Thrall!"
Satisfied with his creation, Garrosh now had many choices: he could tear open the Teleportation Scroll and leave, or he could walk out through the main gate openly.
Of course, the best way is to throw the female Orcs's head out. Although Doras has many bodyguards, they are all after money. Now that their patron is dead, not many bodyguards will be willing to risk their lives, and they are likely to scatter like birds and beasts. Although it is risky, it will deal the greatest blow to Thrall.
Garrosh severed the female Orcs's enormous head. He heard a commotion behind him, indicating that there was only one person. Garrosh was not afraid; he could tell from the voice that it was a female Orcs.
"If I were you, I wouldn't have left those words; it feels like an attempt to cover something up."
Garrosh turned around and saw a female Orcs.
This was a plump female Orcs, but far less exaggerated than the Ogre female Orcs in bed. Her appearance was average, not ugly, but she possessed a unique and extraordinary aura that masked her obesity, giving her a distinctive charm that successfully attracted Garrosh.
"If I were you, I wouldn't have come out, Queen Doras." Garrosh grinned maliciously. "You're too close to me. At this distance, no one can stop me from killing you."
Doras smiled slightly, "No, I must step forward. It would be such a waste to miss out on a hero I've finally found who I like. The Orcs need a true leader, but he's not Thrall."
"I appreciate your compliment, but it's meaningless." Garrosh toyed with the dagger in his hand. "You're dead. I'll collect your head and send it to Thrall. I'm really looking forward to seeing him in despair."
"Are you doing this to avenge your father?" Doras showed no fear, succinctly seeing through Garrosh's intentions. "You underestimate Thrall. Do you think killing me will cause him to lose his chieftainship?"
Garrosh paused for a moment, then said, "That's right, I'm not sure I'll succeed, but with my abilities, this is all I can do—to cause Thrall as much trouble as possible."
Doras smiled faintly and said, "What if you add my support? With your courage and my Wealth and wisdom, Thrall might not be able to defeat us. Dethroning Thrall from the position of chieftain and rescuing your father would be the act of a true hero."
Garrosh paused slightly upon hearing this, then immediately asked, "So, what is the price?"