Thrall took a closer look at Jaina. Jaina was behaving like a noble lady, impeccably dressed, her hair perfectly styled, completely out of place among the savage and uncouth Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, as she elegantly devoured the brain of the Pandaren sage.
The astute Thrall knew that Jaina was extremely important to him and the Horde; with Jaina as a pawn, he could control all the Alliance's actions.
If a conflict arises between the Alliance and the Horde in the future, and the Horde gains the upper hand, Jaina can pretend not to see it.
If the Alliance gains the upper hand, Jaina will step in at the opportune moment, grabbing the Alliance's hand in the name of peace and shouting, "Stop!" The Horde's fists will then strike the Alliance.
"Haha, if Lady Jaina likes it, this little bear is yours," Thrall said generously.
Jaina smiled slightly, stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed slightly to express her gratitude.
The generals attending the banquet couldn't help but praise, "Truly worthy of being called the great Savior! With a compassionate heart, he cares so much for small animals. The Night Elf race claim to live in harmony with nature, but their actions are nowhere near even a fraction of what the Savior has done."
Eitrigg nodded repeatedly. "The great Savior's love for animals will surely be recorded in the history of Azeroth, so that future generations will know that our Savior possessed a benevolent heart."
Besides the Juxiong Misha, the dozens of magical beasts kept by the Rexxar brothers were slaughtered and quickly turned into platters of food, which were served to their distinguished guests.
The crowd, their faces glowing, devoured the magic-infused meat, praising Thrall's greatness, benevolence, and harmonious coexistence with nature, for he would surely become a model for Azeroth.
The Juxiong Misha lay uneasily at Jaina's feet, trembling with fear. Upon seeing the Juxiong, Thrall's vigilance was once again heightened.
Although Rexxar is not as powerful as his brother Rok'ton, he is strong, has considerable strength, knows Ogre dark magic, and can train Magical Creatures, so he must be wary!
"We must nip this in the bud to prevent future troubles," Thrall secretly resolved in his heart.
With a sinister grin, he raised his glass and addressed the assembled generals at the banquet. "This battle against the Kul Tiras was largely thanks to the Horde's warrior Rexxar. Rexxar's contribution is indispensable. Let us all raise a toast to the Horde's warrior."
Everyone raised their glasses in agreement, having already discerned the prevailing winds. Their expressions were blank, and they dared not praise Rexxar too much. Rexxar could only humbly say:
"No, no, it's all thanks to the wise leadership of the Savior. I only did a trivial thing; all the glory belongs to the great Savior Thrall."
Seeing everyone's attitude, Thrall knew that Rexxar had been isolated and that now was the perfect opportunity to kill him. Thrall used the same trick as before, letting out a heavy sigh and looking sad.
Rexxar had already suffered a great loss and dared not ask any more questions. Vol'jin, seeing this, rolled his eyes and understood Thrall's meaning, and asked with a smile:
"Great Savior, we have just defeated the Kul Tiras. Orgrimmar's forces are strong, and the Orcs warlords are skilled warriors. What is there to worry about?"
The exact same question asked of Rexxar only made Rexxar tremble with fear. Before Thrall could answer, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly until his head bled.
"Great Savior, spare my life! I, Rexxar, am willing to relinquish all power and wealth, and only wish to be an ordinary adventurer, no longer a warrior of the Horde. I confess, it was not I who killed Admiral Daelin; I deceived everyone."
Thrall snorted heavily, his face showing displeasure. Vol'jin stood up, trembling with excitement, and loudly and righteously rebuked him:
"Rexxar, how could you, a warrior of the Horde, utter such words? You have disappointed me greatly. Thrall, the Savior, Consecration everything for Azeroth. Orcs, Trolls, Tauren— how many precious lives were lost to save Azeroth? What, are you afraid of sacrifice to save Azeroth? You coward! I truly misjudged you."
Thrall waved his hand. "Enough, a coward, what's there to cherish? Let's skin him alive and eat him."
Rexxar wept bitterly, kowtowing repeatedly. "My Savior, I was wrong, please forgive me, I am just a useless Imp."
Rexxar crawled toward Thrall, grabbing Thrall leg and pleading. Thrall kicked him away in disgust, and a large group of Orcs guards rushed over, beating Rexxar mercilessly until Rexxar Hamstring, his flesh was mangled, and he was on the verge of death.
"These are the warriors of the Horde? What a joke." Rokhan was in high spirits and took the opportunity to kick Rexxar several times, secretly using force to injure his internal organs.
A Troll Chef rushed over, set up Rexxar, and prepared to cook him into a delicious dish that Thrall would like.
"Wait," Jaina spoke again. Although Rexxar acted like a coward, he could still make Thrall feel threatened, after all, he was capable.
Keeping him by Thrall's side is certainly not a good idea, but keeping him by my own side would make Thrall restless and would be tantamount to having a handle on Thrall.
"Great Savior Thrall, Rexxar is a useless piece of trash. My Mage tower needs a Servant to do the hard labor, so why not give him to me?"
Seeing Thrall's impatience, Jaina quickly added, "Alright, to be honest, Half-breeds like Rexxar are extremely rare and excellent test subjects. Guardian Aegwynn has told me more than once that she wants to conduct some interesting magical experiments with Rexxar."
When the Guardian Aegwynn was brought out, Thrall's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, before he burst into laughter:
"A mere Rexxar, a cowardly incompetent fool, what good is a gift to the Guardian? It's just too meager, failing to show the Horde's sincerity. Back then, when I led my army to slaughter Silvermoon City and devour the High Elves, I seized two Old Gods from the Royal Palace, the Elf swords Saratol and Quel'Mayne. Please give them to Guardian Aegwynn as well."
"On behalf of Teacher Aegwynn, I thank the Savior for his gift," Jaina said with a smile.
Rokhan stomped hard on Rexxar's face, grinning maliciously, "Rexxar, why don't you thank the Savior for sparing your life?"
Rexxar said weakly, "Thank you for your mercy, Savior."
Fearing that Thrall might change his mind, Jaina made an excuse to leave with Rexxar and Misha the Juxiong. The banquet returned to a cheerful atmosphere, with everyone praising Thrall's kindness.
While Thrall was celebrating his victory, Saurfang the Great stood at the city gate, staring at the empty entrance, his heart filled with rage.
"High Overlord Saurfang, the chief ambush Saurfang the Great of Azeroth, the symbol of Orcs glory, are you content to live your whole life as a mere gatekeeper?" A sharp, authoritative voice rang out, and Saurfang immediately turned around to see a plump Orcs woman.
"Doras, how dare you show up in Orgrimmar?" Saurfang asked in surprise.
Doras, the richest Doras in Kalimdor, chuckled and said, "Don't worry. While Thrall was recruiting, my men infiltrated Orgrimmar. Taking advantage of the war with Kul Tiras, they infiltrated various key positions. I'm perfectly safe. As the saying goes, money can make Gronn stoke the boiler."