Although Rhonin felt insulted, he had to admit that Thrall was right.
The Orcs army is mainly composed of Warriors, with only a small number of Shaman and Warlocks, but for some reason, the Orcs Warriors Dalaran Mages are incomprehensible.
Helpless, Rhonin hurriedly tried to appease her:
"How dare the insignificant Dalaran stand against the mighty Orcs?"
Thrall chuckled, took a sip of his wine, and slowed his speech:
"I am the greatest Savior in the history of Azeroth, who won the chance to survive for all beings of Azeroth from the Burning Legion. Without a doubt, we Orcs are the noblest race in this world. I have a plan for Azeroth. There are several unstable forces in the Eastern Kingdoms, plotting to destroy Azeroth. As the Savior, I must be on guard."
Looking at the dying High Elf sisters, Rhonin thought of his beautiful wife and hurriedly flattered them:
"Our Savior has devoted himself to Azeroth, working tirelessly day and night. He is a role model for us all, and his greatness will be remembered forever."
Thrall felt very pleased and nodded in satisfaction.
"I've heard that Stormwind City has rebuilt its capital, and the other human kingdoms are also recovering. The Heart of Azeroth is about to be rekindled. As the Savior, I have a compassionate heart and do not wish to kill the innocent. Therefore, I agree to rebuild Dalaran and provide support and assistance, bringing the human kingdoms under Dalaran's control to prevent the emergence of the Destroyer."
Rhonin was overjoyed upon hearing this. If he could truly gain the Orcs' help, Rhonin would not only be the leader of Dalaran, but also the leader of all humanity—a dream come true.
"On behalf of Dalaran and all of humanity, I, Rhonin, thank the Great Savior for his help and support."
Rhonin was so excited he almost cried. If his wish came true, his historical status would likely be comparable to that of the great Emperor Thoradin.
Thrall looked at the tearful, grateful Rhonin and felt very gratified.
After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the former Overlord, the Night Elf weakened and needed time to recuperate. Thrall and his Orcs seized the opportunity to rise to power, aiming to quickly control all of Azeroth and then eliminate their greatest threat, Arthas.
Rhonin is a good pawn. Although the Dalaran Mages have repeatedly suffered defeats against the Orcs and are easily defeated, they are adept at bullying human nations.
Thrall slowly extended five fingers and said:
"After Dalaran rebuilt, Dalaran with 500,000 humans annually as food for Orgrimmar Orcs. For the sake of saving Azeroth, you wouldn't refuse, would you, Rhonin?"
"Five hundred thousand humans?"
Upon hearing this, Rhonin's head buzzed. Thrall's help was indeed not for nothing. Five hundred thousand humans a year! At this rate, humanity would be completely wiped out in Azeroth within ten years.
Jaina chimed in, "Thrall, you've gone too far."
Thrall feigned distress and said with a pained expression:
"I had no choice. The Scourge is rampaging, and the people of Azeroth are in grave danger. Hundreds of thousands of Orcs cannot save Azeroth on an empty stomach, so a mere 500,000 useless humans are not much at all."
Before Rhonin could offer his explanation, Jaina interjected again, "That's right, it's a price worth paying for Azeroth, but let's not let humanity sacrifice too much. I suggest fifty thousand."
Thrall shook his head. "Three hundred thousand, that's the lowest I can go."
Jaina's eyes widened, and she roared, "Thrall, you're utterly unreasonable! One hundred thousand! I will absolutely not budge!"
"Two hundred and fifty thousand, that's the bottom line," Thrall said seriously.
Jaina gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushed. "Two hundred thousand, I've made the decision."
Thrall shrugged helplessly. "Fine, Jaina, since you insist, two hundred thousand it is."
Rhonin finally understood that Thrall and Jaina had coordinated their plan to finalize the quantity, and he had been completely fooled.
Providing 200,000 humans a year, with Dalaran doing this dirty work, this is not leadership at all, but acting as an accomplice of the Orcs. Rhonin will be the greatest sinner in human history.
Rhonin began to hesitate, wondering if rebuilding Dalaran was the right choice.
Jaina noticed Rhonin's hesitation and said with a stern face:
"Rhonin, this is a time to show our resolve. The Tauren are far fewer in number than humans, yet they are willing to provide 10,000 Tauren every year. God-King Rastakhan has promised to provide 50,000 Zandalari Trolls annually, not to mention the Pandaren. All races are making sacrifices to save Azeroth; how can we, as humans, lag behind?"
How to feed hundreds of thousands of Orcs and sustain a war that lasted for decades in the barren Durotar remains a mystery that has puzzled historians.
The answer can be found by simply looking at the gradual desolation of Mulgore's lands and the dwindling number of oases in the Barrens; the fact that the Zandalari Empire's Royal Palace is surrounded by foreign tribes and rebel forces, with more and more of its people siding with the Blood Trolls; the restless spirits of the Kul Tiras people who have become witches; and the growing estrangement between the three great families and the Proudmoore family.
Rhonin turned around; he dared not oppose the great Savior Thrall, but instead questioned Jaina:
"I didn't know the Kingdom of Kul Tiras was supporting the great cause of saving Azeroth."
Jaina was prepared and smiled faintly:
"Kul Tiras, though only one of the Seven Human Kingdoms, is willing to provide Orgrimmar with 50,000 humans annually, just like the Zandalari Empire. If my father doesn't agree, then to save Azeroth, I will have no choice but to sacrifice my own family for the greater good. This is a worthwhile sacrifice and price to pay."
Upon hearing this, Rhonin felt a wave of dizziness and nearly fainted. He then realized that the woman in front of him had gone mad, but for some reason, this Jaina was exceptionally charming in Rhonin's eyes.
Thrall grinned, his mouth wide open, and coldly warned:
"Rhonin, you must be careful. If you refuse this great honor, the Orcs army will sweep across the entire Eastern Kingdoms, leaving rivers of blood. We have won before, and we are stronger than ever. All the Evil races that plot to destroy Azeroth must perish."
Rhonin was helpless; he was well aware of the strength of the Seven Human Kingdoms.
Lordaeron was utterly destroyed, Kingdom of Stormwind was no longer what it used to be, Kul Tiras suffered heavy losses in the war against the Orcs, Kingdom of Gilneas, and the other kingdoms existed in name only. They were no match for the Orcs.
If the Orcs attack, he will probably have no choice but to seek help from the Scourge, a situation that Rhonin does not want to see. It would be tantamount to declaring the Scourge Justice, a slap in the face for Rhonin himself.
"Fine, for the sake of Azeroth, I agree," Rhonin said reluctantly in a low voice.
Seeing that Rhonin had yielded, Thrall and Jaina exchanged a smile.
Thrall knew that to control Rhonin, he had to completely shatter his dignity and turn him into a mindless, soulless tool. Thrall was very experienced in this; the first step was to make Rhonin lose his will to live.
Sal suddenly looked over, his ferocious face and sharp fangs quickly grew in size in Luoning's eyes:
"Rhonin, your decision today has saved humanity. For the sake of Azeroth, you must pay a small price. When I conquered Silvermoon City, I ate Sylvanas. I still fondly remember that delicious meal. I've heard your wife is Sylvanas's sister. Send her to Orgrimmar. Don't worry, I'll slowly devour her over a month. For the sake of Azeroth, I don't think you'll refuse this small request."