The Queen of Zandalar grinned, revealing a set of sharp, delicate teeth, and her thick lips resembled two sausages.
Such a perfect smile left Vol'jin and Rokhan momentarily stunned.
Vol'jin was the first to react, and respectfully bowed, saying:
"Vol'jin greets the Queen." He finally couldn't help but look up a few more times.
The Queen smiled faintly, her graceful steps carrying her with an air of nobility. A strong, pleasant scent filled the entire Royal Palace as she softly said, "You two distinguished guests have come to my Kingdom of Zandalar. Please, do not stand on ceremony."
Even her voice was so beautiful, and inhaling her alluring scent, Vol'jin Rokhan were both captivated.
King Rastakhan turned his back; he was genuinely frightened, but still harbored some resentment. He deliberately shouted, "Go, go, all of you go! Get as far away from me as possible!"
The Queen looked up and gazed deeply at King Rastakhan, her beautiful eyes slightly open, bowed gently, and left without any lingering affection or sadness.
"Such a perfect woman, it's a pity we didn't meet at the right time. What a cruel twist of fate." Vol'jin sighed deeply, then nudged the still bewildered Rokhan: "Let's go. It's time to return to Orgrimmar and report to Thrall. Azeroth is still waiting for us to save it."
The queen, accompanied by several maids, boarded the large ship in Orgrimmar.
It was originally a luxurious ship, but it paled in comparison to the stunning beauty of the Zandalar Queen.
As night fell, Vol'jin paced back and forth in the cabin, longing to find a reason to see the beautiful queen, even just a glimpse would be enough to satisfy him, but in the end, reason prevailed over everything.
The door was flung open, and Rokhan, carrying a jar of liquor, appeared drunk.
"Vol'jin, come and have a drink with me, for the moonlight tonight, and for the beautiful Queen of Zandalar." Rokhan swayed, his eyes glazed with intoxication.
Who wouldn't be intoxicated by such a beautiful woman? Vol'jin patted Rokhan on the shoulder, snatched the wine jar, and took a big gulp. The two Trolls then drank themselves into a stupor in the cabin.
After boarding the ship, Queen Zandalar locked herself in her cabin and did not show herself. However, Vol'jin Rokhan felt that this was a precious and unforgettable journey, and hoped that they would never reach Orgrimmar.
Unfortunately, the happy journey was always too short. Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and in just a few days, the port of Durotar was in sight. Thrall had already received the news and prepared a grand welcoming ceremony.
When Thrall saw the Queen of Zandalar, he also felt dizzy and almost lost his composure.
Although Orcs and Trolls are different races, they share similar aesthetic preferences, such as sharp teeth, thick waists, strong limbs, and rough skin that can withstand wind and rain.
"Indeed, she is a rare beauty." Thrall sighed deeply. Looking at Agna beside him, he immediately felt that she was just an ordinary woman. Whether in terms of temperament, appearance, or figure, she was completely outshone by the Queen of Zandalar.
The beautiful Zandalar queen, neither humble nor arrogant, spoke gracefully with Thrall, praising the grandeur of Orgrimmar and the might of the Orcs Legion. She then led her maids to the luxurious hotel that Thrall had arranged for her.
"Such a perfect and unparalleled beauty, I hope the Emissary will show her mercy." Even the cruel Thrall uttered such a sigh.
Three hundred robust Tauren and Pandaren have been transported to Orgrimmar, and a grand feast is being prepared. Thrall has prepared a long menu that combines the superb culinary skills of both Azeroth and Draenor.
As expected, Emissary needed was respect. He was very satisfied with Thrall's preparations, especially with the Queen of Zandalar personally accompanying him, which made the Emissary feel Thrall's sincere friendship.
Upon entering Orgrimmar for the second time, the Emissary still concealed his face with a cloak. Looking at the grand welcoming ceremony in Orgrimmar, a look of satisfaction finally appeared in Emissary eyes.
"Thrall, I know you very well. You are a king. All kings must have a ruthless heart, be cruel and merciless, abandon all emotions, and regard all people as ants. Only then can one be a qualified king."
Thrall nodded repeatedly, deeply moved.
Emperor Thoradin was a great human king who unified the various human tribes through intrigue and force, granting the conquered people the right to a peaceful life and freedom.
But precisely because of this, after Emperor Thoradin disappeared, those restless schemers, no longer Pain Suppression, became ambitious, and the unified kingdom quickly fell apart, plunging all human nations into chaos.
It is said that the Emissary was Emperor Thoradin. After witnessing this scene, one wonders if he regretted his mercy.
In this backward and barbaric era, a ruler cannot have a merciful heart; this is a lesson learned from countless bloody examples throughout history.
Thrall laughed heartily:
"Honorable Emissary, you have captured my heart. Cruel, merciless, do not believe in retribution. Savior of Azeroth —everyone knows it's a lie, but what can be done? This world is inherently dark."
The Emissary nodded. "Thrall, you must have a very good teacher. He taught you the most important knowledge for a king: cruelty and ruthlessness. Haha, I heard you invited the Queen of Zandalar. I'm very much looking forward to it."
Thrall's mentor was Medivh, who had a profound influence on him. Thrall changed the subject and tentatively asked, "I've heard that Emperor Thoradin has humiliated the Trolls many times."
The Emissary remained calm and chuckled, saying:
"That was to Pain Suppression the Trolls, a simple tactic. The Trolls' glorious history makes them incredibly proud, and they always value their dignity above all else. Whenever the Emperor humiliates them, they desperately seek revenge, only to be defeated by the Emperor. What's the difference between unprepared revenge and suicide?"
Thrall was slightly disappointed, having failed to ascertain the true identity of the Emissary. He suggested, "Emissary Messenger, the Queen of Zandalar has been waiting for quite some time. Women always need some time to prepare. Let us have a drink first."
The Emissary nodded and said nonchalantly:
"I've long heard that the Queen of Zandalar is a rare beauty. Of course, I can't appreciate the beauty of Trolls. Such an insult to the Zandalari Empire... I'd like to know what King Rastakhan thinks."
Thrall, beaming with confidence, declared, "There is no hatred between kingdoms, only the exchange of interests. Believe me, the Zandalari Empire will eventually side with the Horde. Trolls are a cruel race, but when faced with an enemy even more cruel than themselves, they are more than willing to submit. I wiped out the Darkspear Trolls Darkspear Trolls, and they are now loyal allies of the Orcs."
The Emissary smiled slightly, "Indeed, Azeroth has many heroes, but only you are the true hero."
Thrall was very pleased with what he heard and gave Vol'jin a wink.
The negotiations went smoothly, and it was time for the Queen of Zandalar to make her appearance. Vol'jin hurriedly went to invite the Queen.
The dressing room prepared for the Queen of Zandalar Anjing. Vol'jin pushed open the door and saw a maidservant slump down. Vol'jin felt a chill and sensed something was wrong.
The queen's maids were all dead, and the queen of Zandalar lay in a pool of blood, breaking off her own fangs and plunging them into her chest.
The queen, dressed in her finest attire, resembled a beautiful flower of blood, a mocking smile playing on her lips. She was clearly prepared to face death with a sense of satisfaction. Vol'jin quickly grabbed the wall for support, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him.
On the ground, the queen wrote her last words in ancient Trollish:
"Glory is more important than my life!"