Eitrigg's leather boots trod on the cold stone slabs, his face haughty, like that of a noble King.
This is the gladiator training ground of Rega the Earthfury, where various ferocious humanoid creatures are imprisoned in sturdy wooden cages.
Eitrigg stopped in front of a wooden cage containing Tauren, licking his lips as he stared at the muscular Tauren gladiator.
The quick-witted Rhaegar Earthfury hurriedly ordered his men to slaughter and cook the Tauren. Although they lost a skilled gladiator, they gained the favor of Lord Eitrigg, making it a very worthwhile deal.
Rhaegar Earthfury was originally a powerful Orcs gladiator. Although he successfully redeemed himself and became the leader of the gladiators and a slave owner, he knew that this path was difficult to take.
He dreamed of being appreciated by the Savior Thrall and embarking on a career in the military or politics.
Winning over Eitrigg is a crucial step in achieving one's ideals.
Soon the Chef brought over the roasted beef. Eitrigg ate heartily, his tense expression easing slightly, and asked, "How strong is the human sent here a few years ago?"
Rega immediately adopted a clever and capable expression, and said obsequiously:
"To fulfill the Savior's request, I specially hired the blood elf rogue Valeera Shagunar and the night elf druid Brol Bearskin at a high price. They are the best gladiator instructors in Azeroth, living and working alongside that human, instructing him in combat skills day and night."
Eitrigg's face hardened, and he asked impatiently, "I'll ask you one more time, what is his strength? You must answer truthfully, otherwise..."
Rhaegar's facial muscles twitched, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, "General Eitrigg, that human's potential is limited; he's really not suited to be a gladiator. Right now, he can barely defeat an ordinary Orcs soldier. I've done my best; it's really not my fault."
Eitrigg gritted his teeth in rage, stomping on Rhaegar's face and brutally kneading it.
"You're truly a piece of trash. The Savior thought he could grow into a capable warrior, but you've disappointed me greatly. How will you explain this to the Savior?"
As a gladiator leader, Rhaegar was unaware of the true identity of the human nicknamed "Ghost Wolf." However, Rhaegar's potential was so poor that he was unworthy of the title. If Thrall hadn't warned him beforehand, he would have died in the brutal Arena long ago.
After giving Rhaegar a sound beating, leaving him with Hamstring bones and seemingly on the verge of death, Eitrigg finally vented his anger.
"Foolish Reagar Earthfury, you secretly arranged for that human and his two trainers to escape. I will have the Tauren Hamuul Runetotem secretly provide backup. Their target is Theramore, to meet with Lady Jaina."
Rhaegar struggled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said, "Yes, Your Excellency Eitrigg."
Stormwind City.
Robbie successfully met with Duke Bolvar and Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess, who had held supreme power in Stormwind City during the King's disappearance.
In these past few years, the Kingdom of Stormwind has enjoyed a rare period of recuperation and development, with ample tax revenue, a gradually increasing national treasury, and people living in peace and prosperity.
"You must be prepared, the fake King is about to return," Robbie warned gravely. "Although he is not the original Varian Wrynn, he is still Varian's brother, carries the blood of the House Wrynn, and also has the right to inherit the Kingdom of Stormwind."
Duke Bolvar looked worried, his brow furrowed. "So, the peaceful days in Kingdom of Stormwind are over?"
Robbie nodded.
Duke Bolvar stood up and said in a passionate voice:
"In recent years, Thrall, in the name of the Guardian Medivh, has constantly pressured the Alliance to send troops. During the Molten Core campaign, I only organized forty adventurers to deal with it, while secretly assisting Ragnaros in his escape. During the Blackwing Lair campaign, I helped Nefarian escape the pursuit of the Guardian Medivh and preserved the results of the Chromatic Dragon research. This time, I will absolutely not give up either."
The Black Dragon Princess smiled wickedly, "Thrall, with Thrall treacherous intentions, I've had enough of him. Now he even wants to control Kingdom of Stormwind, I won't let him have his way."
Robbie knew that the Scourge Army's time was running out, and that Duke Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess alone could not stop the King's return.
"You've done a good job." Robbie looked helpless. "Now, all we can do is try our best to prevent the false King from entering Stormwind City and cause him enough trouble. Once Varian regains power, you need to leave Stormwind City, preserve your strength, and avoid direct confrontation with the Guardians."
Robbie's opinion represented the Scourge Army, and Duke Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess understood it perfectly.
Theramore.
Jaina looked at the middle-aged man in front of her. Jaina and had a strong build, with bulging muscles all over his body. It was clear that his training over the past few years had paid off. However, his gaze was evasive, as if he lacked confidence.
"Do you know your true identity?" Jaina asked.
The man stared blankly at Jaina; he had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
In fact, in the brutal and bloody arena, most of the participants are muscular males. Although the Blood Elf rogue Valeera is considered a beauty, her superb killing skills are always chilling and it is hard to associate her with a woman.
"They say I'm the King of Stormwind City," the man said, somewhat bewildered.
Jaina stood up and gave him a gentle smile, which stirred the man's heart.
"Yes, you are the King of Stormwind City, and your name is Varian Wrynn. But you must remember that the great Savior Thrall is forever your master, and you are merely Thrall's lowly and humble slave. You must obey all his commands."
The man, with his simple mind, didn't see anything wrong with it and honestly repeated:
"I am Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind City. Thrall, the Savior, is my master, and I am his lowly slave. Very well, I understand."
Jaina pondered deeply. She knew that Duke Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess would definitely join forces to resist the King's return, and it would not be an easy task for this bloodline of the House Wrynn to reclaim the King of Stormwind City.
If the Guardian Medivh were to intervene, it would be an easy and effortless task, but Jaina does not want to rely on Medivh's help for everything.
Regardless, Jaina wanted to test her abilities.
Jaina was determined to use negotiation, or even coercion and enticement, to leverage Guardian Medivh's influence to make them realize the situation and force them to accept the King.
At Stormwind City Harbor, the man gazed in amazement at the bustling scene around him. He had never seen so many people before. Large ships were docked in the harbor, and countless porters were busy at work.
To avoid attracting attention, Jaina disguised herself and checked into a hotel, one of the Peace Doves ' secret strongholds in Stormwind City.
Jaina ordered Valeera and Broll to protect the man while she entered Stormwind City to contact members of the Peace Dove. She would not risk her life herself, but would instead seek a way to negotiate with Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess through the higher-ups of the Peace Dove.
Among the many candidates, Field Marshal Reginald Marshal Windsor was the most suitable.