Robbie, who had been observing the battle from a distance, found it unbelievable.
Marcus, a human paladin, was not particularly powerful. He probably offended the moon goddess Elune by accident and was forcibly teleported to the Sea King, becoming the last victim.
However, he suddenly unleashed extraordinary strength, unexpectedly leaping out of the deck and instantly killing all the Orcs soldiers. He then led Daelin and her subordinates to escape, their whereabouts unknown.
Clearly, a mysterious entity had lent him power. Robbie sensed a conspiracy. To be able to cause trouble right under the nose of Elune, Robbie suspected that this power came from the Void.
The surviving Horde heroes stared at the pile of minced meat on the deck, speechless with astonishment.
Whether Admiral Daelin is dead or not is difficult to determine from a pile of minced flesh, after all, there is no genetic technology in this era.
Among the pile of minced meat were fragments of armor and broken weapons, distinguishable as belonging to Orcs soldiers and Kul Tiras. Daelin's magical longsword and pistol lay intact next to the pile of minced meat.
Judging from the shattered armor and weapons, Daelin and her men were killed in action.
Jaina floated down slowly and picked up her father's longsword and pistol.
While everyone was still in shock and confusion, the quick-witted Rexxar was the first to react, shouting, "I killed the Evil Admiral Daelin and chopped her into mincemeat!"
Rok'ton immediately chimed in, "That's right, it was our brothers who killed Admiral Daelin. We are great Horde warriors, Lady Jaina, please bear witness for us."
Jaina's face was ashen, and she nodded almost imperceptibly, seemingly lost in thought.
Rokhan was filled with hatred; his two sharp fangs trembled incessantly. Although the current situation was unclear, Thrall definitely needed a warrior to step forward and gain the glory of killing Daelin.
Whoever admits it first will get the credit, and Jaina is the witness.
Life's opportunities lie in this; if you fail to seize them at crucial moments, you'll fall behind in every way.
Rokhan seemed to already see it all: the brothers Rexxar and Rok'ton, having killed Admiral Daelin, would achieve great fame and become Thrall's favorites, great Horde warriors.
From then on, he became famous throughout Orgrimmar, standing above him and bossing him around.
As Rokhan was filled with regret, Cairne Bloodhoof immediately sensed the wind's direction, approached the Rexxar brothers, and said obsequiously, "You two are unparalleled heroes, with unmatched courage, truly warriors of the Horde, great heroes of Orgrimmar. Please take good care of us in the future."
Rokhan was seething with hatred, but Jaina suddenly spoke up, "I saw it. Rexxar and Rok'ton have made outstanding contributions to the Horde. You are both excellent."
Even Jaina has spoken out, confirming the brothers' contribution.
Rokhan could only sigh helplessly and accept this reality. Jaina was clearly acting on the issue, not personally; if he had spoken out first, he would have gained Jaina's support.
Jaina escorted several Horde heroes back to the Orcs ranks and steered the Sea's Sovereignty slowly toward Theramore. Aegwynn was stunned for a long time, wondering who had rescued Daelin, but the Orcs were the victors and could only assume that Daelin was dead.
With the Kul Tiras fleet missing and Admiral Daelin "killed in action," the war between Kul Tiras and the Horde came to an end. Because the fleet was still intact and Admiral Daelin's whereabouts were unknown, Orgrimmar dared not push too hard, and the Kingdom of Kul Tiras was finally preserved.
Thrall was overjoyed and immediately promoted the Rexxar brothers to the rank of Supreme General, above High Saurfang the Great. Their fame quickly spread throughout the Orcs army, making them true warriors of the Horde.
Dejected at missing his chance, Rokhan sought out Vol'jin for drinks. After a few sips, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"Brothers, Rexxar and Rok'ton have performed such extraordinary feats, saving the Horde from peril. Furthermore, they are Thrall's men; they are destined for greatness. From now on, we'll be at the mercy of Rexxar and Renekton in this Horde. It's all my fault; I failed to seize the opportunity and missed a golden chance."
Vol'jin smiled slightly and poured Rokhan a full glass, "Rokhan, congratulations!"
Rokhan was puzzled and asked, "What's there to be happy about?"
Vol'jin's small eyes gleamed with cunning. "Our Troll race has a long and rich history, and there's an old saying: after a great reward, there will surely be a great calamity. You didn't become a warrior of the Horde, which is your good fortune, hence congratulations."
Rokhan was completely confused, but Vol'jin calmly explained, "You must remember, all the glory should belong to Thrall. In this war, the Rexxar and Rok'ton brothers have become incredibly famous, even surpassing Thrall's reputation. Do you think Thrall would be content with that?"
"This!"
Rokhan gasped. Indeed, in this crucial war concerning the life and death of the Horde, Thrall had made no contribution whatsoever, not even as much as Cairne Bloodhoof had Charge.
To maintain his leadership position, Thrall had to take necessary measures, otherwise his position would be in jeopardy. And making an example of someone to deter others was often the most effective method.
Vol'jin took a sip of his drink, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Thrall probably hasn't realized his own crisis yet. Even when he does, he might not target the Rexxar brothers. To prevent the Thunder's wrath from falling on us, we must help Thrall."
After a great victory, a celebration is customary.
Orgrimmar was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and people took to the streets to welcome the victorious army back.
Thrall, riding the Thunder Lizard presented as tribute by the Zandalari Empire, walked at the head of the procession in high spirits. Suddenly, his ears twitched as he heard a discordant sound.
They were a group of female Orcs dressed in flamboyant attire and heavily made up.
One of the female Orcs jumped up and shouted, "Look, look! Those two are the Horde's warriors, Rexxar and Rok'ton, brothers! They're so handsome!"
"Wow! Wow! They're so strong, with fierce faces, bulging muscles, and tall stature. They're so attractive, I love them!" A female Orcs gushed.
"Let me see them too! They're my idols! I can't sleep at night thinking about them," another female Orcs said shyly.
Thrall, though displeased, didn't dwell on it. Just then, a female Orcs stood in the street and shouted at the guards piloting the Thunder Lizard:
"Who the hell owns this Thunder Lizard? You're blocking my view of the Horde's warriors, you incompetent fool, you useless piece of trash, get out of my way!"
"Give way?"
Thrall was shocked by what he heard. The Rexxar and Rok'ton brothers were already ambitious, and now that they had made great contributions, they were the biggest threat to his position.
We must eliminate them before they become too powerful, or the consequences will be dire.
Thrall didn't bother arguing with the group of female Orcs; he had already made up his mind.