It can be said that during Jaina's less-than-happy childhood, Lady Aishifan was her haven and the only person she could rely on.
After Jaina came of age, the admiral planned to marry her off to the Zandalari Empire. However, it was Lady Aishifan who suggested that Jaina seek refuge in Dalaran under the guise of learning magic.
Looking at the increasingly elegant and beautiful Jaina, a hint of weariness inadvertently appeared on her pretty face. Thinking about the grudges and entanglements of the past years, who was right and who was wrong no longer mattered.
Lady Aishifan sighed softly, "Jaina, I know you've suffered a lot and endured countless injustices, but don't forget, you are still a daughter of Kul Tiras, you are still a human."
Jaina's eyes were red. "Auntie, thankfully you understand my predicament. Although I've done many wrong things to survive, I still have my bottom line. Now that Aegwynn and her son are plotting against the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, I can't continue to be foolish, but..."
Jaina hesitated, glancing furtively at Aishifan's expression, and said with a worried look:
"The Guardians are too powerful. Their magic could easily annihilate our fleet and destroy our port. I fear my father is no match for them."
Aishifan smiled faintly and said confidently, "The Guardian mother and child are not a problem. We have a way to deal with them, as long as..."
Oh no! Aishifan quickly shut up. Although she didn't say anything, she had already revealed enough information.
Aishifan realized her slip of the tongue and was filled with remorse, but she still believed in Jaina. In her eyes, Jaina would always be that little girl who had suffered injustice and had nowhere to confide in, her pitiful and helpless appearance heartbreaking.
After a moment's thought, Aishifan earnestly instructed, "Jaina, if you truly wish to help us, you don't need to do much. Just tell us about Aegwynn's arrangements, who their powerful allies are, and that you, as the Daughter of the Sea, know how to contact us discreetly."
Jaina nodded, paused for a moment, and said, "The Tauren are used as food by the Orcs, Cairne Bloodhoof has long harbored resentment towards the Orcs; he is an ally that can be won over."
Aishifan lit up with joy. Although the information wasn't particularly significant, it represented Jaina's attitude. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Excellent! I knew it! Those Tidesages were wrong. How could the Daughter of the Sea be a scourge? You are our savior."
The two exchanged a few words about the past, but given their perilous situation, Aishifan dared not linger and boarded the ship to leave.
The small boat disappeared into the vast sea, Aegwynn appeared behind Jaina like a ghost.
"Will this woman fall for it?" Aegwynn asked.
Jaina confidently stated, "Lady Aishifan an excellent businesswoman and a decent Pirate, but she is not a qualified politician."
With the help of the former Guardian Aegwynn, Thrall, along with Rexxar and Rok'ton, successfully returned to Orgrimmar and regained control of the kingdom.
With Aegwynn's support, Thrall immediately began his revenge.
"Saurfang, you are the symbol of Orcs glory, a master among Orcs. I entrust you with an important task: to guard the gates of Orgrimmar."
Saurfang was enraged, waving his arms and roaring furiously, "What, Thrall? You actually made me guard the gate? What do you take me for?"
Thrall declared emphatically, "Among us Orcs, there is no distinction of rank or status, only different roles. What's wrong with guarding the gates? The safety of the Orgrimmar City is a matter of life and death for the entire Orcs. What a great honor! What, do you intend to destroy Azeroth?"
Saurfang glanced at Aegwynn, who stood expressionless behind Thrall, shook his head helplessly, and could only obey and leave, knowing that he could no longer compete with Thrall for the leader's position.
Thrall acted swiftly and decisively, quickly purging Saurfang's loyalists. Countless Orcs were slaughtered, and Orgrimmar was filled with Orcs corpses, reeking of blood. The entire city was gripped by fear and unease amidst the carnage.
Not long after, a Feast arrived. The eternally existing Zandalari Empire, as promised not long ago, sent 50,000 Zandalari Trolls to serve as food for the Orcs, thus alleviating the panic brought about by the massacre.
Orgrimmar immediately sprang into action, with Orcs soldiers busy slaughtering Trolls, skinning them, Eviscerate their bones, and cutting off their Troll. As the chieftain of Thrall Orcs, Thrall was no ordinary man, and among a row of ferocious heads, he chose a male Troll with a large beard.
Soon the Chef served the cooked Troll meat, Thrall dipped in the sauce and ate heartily. Although it wasn't as chewy as Tauren meat or as tender as Pandaren meat, it had an exceptionally delicious bloody flavor that whetted Thrall's appetite.
Trolls, known as cannibals in some cultures, are a particularly ferocious, beast-like race, and the taste of their flesh is distinctly different from that of herbivores.
After taking a sip of fine wine, Thrall let out a satisfied burp, picking his teeth as he said to Eitrigg, who was serving him, "I've heard that the Zandalari Empire has a Golden Fleet. Write to God-King Rastakhan immediately and order him to send the Golden Fleet to fight the Kul Tiras navy."
"This?"
Eitrigg scratched his head and pointed to the Troll head in front of Thrall, saying:
"This is the commander of the Golden Fleet. Of the 50,000 Trolls sent to Orgrimmar, the majority are from the Golden Fleet's navy. The Zandalari Empire is on the verge of collapse, and countless Troll civilians are fleeing. God-King Rastakhan can only use the navy to make up the numbers and barely get by."
Thrall was stunned for a long time after hearing Thrall, then laughed and said, "Very good. The eternally existing Zandalari Empire is completely finished and can only become a vassal of the Orcs. Finally, a major threat has been removed. As for the only remaining empire, the Kul Tiras Empire, hmph, you are destined to perish."
Tiragarde Sound.
Robbie secretly entered the port and met with Admiral Daelin in secret.
Now, the storm is brewing and the winds are howling. The entire Kul Tiras is ready for war, with countless war materials piled up like mountains and ships ready to set sail.
Daelin frowned deeply, his face resolute, and said in a low voice:
"The people of Kul Tiras have never yielded. No matter what difficulties we face, we will confront them bravely. The Zandalari Empire may be corrupt, but we remain vibrant and energetic."
"What do you need the Scourge for?" Robbie asked earnestly.
A strange light appeared in Daelin's eyes, and he said seriously:
"I understand Arthas's predicament. If the Scourge were to lend a helping hand, it would be to make an enemy of all of Azeroth. I have only one request: preserve our souls. If Kul Tiras is in trouble, help us to be resurrected by the Scourge."
"What's the point of doing this?" Robbie didn't understand.
Daelin's gaze was piercing as he resolutely declared, "As long as our souls remain, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras will not perish. Even in death, we will protect this nation."