Randolf Morlock's eyes flickered, then he smiled, "I have no interest in serving the Savior. What I like is freedom and delicious gold coins."
Jaina nodded. "Very well, you will receive a satisfactory reward, I assure you, Your Highness Qiaoluo."
Randolf Morlock added, "I swore long ago that I would never show my face until I had accumulated 100,000 gold coins, so I beg Your Majesty to help conceal my identity."
Jaina smiled. "That makes perfect sense."
Jaina recruited five men from the Stockade: the dreadful Tata'er, Randolf Morlock, and the Blackstone Three Brothers of Lakeshire. Disguised by magic, she led them toward the Windsor Manor.
The Jailer Sai'erwote watched Jaina and her party leave, then immediately adopted a respectful expression and asked in one direction, "My lord, are you satisfied with my performance?"
Robbie emerged from the shadows. "Sai'erwote, your mission is complete. Now it's up to Prince Qiaoluo to perform."
The terrifying Tata'er was a ferocious Orcs was already infamous in Lakeshire. The three brothers of Lakeshire immediately recognized him as their leader and flattered him constantly along the way.
Tata'er was very unhappy with Randolf Morlock, who was dressed as a human nobleman. While in prison, Randolf had used his status as a human nobleman to bully Tata'er quite a bit. Now that he was temporarily free, he naturally wouldn't easily forgive this bean sprout-like human.
Jaina led the way, and the six of them made their way out of Stormwind City. The area was deserted, and Tata'er quietly slowed his pace. As he walked alongside Randolf, he suddenly threw a punch at him.
A sneak attack is a sign of honor among Orcs, but Randolf remained calm and composed. He slightly turned his body, easily dodging the attack, and then disappeared.
Before Tata'er could retract his fist, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck as two fangs pierced his carotid artery, sucking his blood.
Tata'er was terrified and struggled desperately to break free, but Randolf's arms were like iron clamps, incredibly strong, firmly binding his body.
As he lost a lot of blood, Tata'er felt increasingly weak, while the Blackstone Three Brothers were terrified and trembled with fear.
Jaina watched for a long time, nodding and smiling repeatedly, expressing great satisfaction with Randolf's strength. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, you can let him go now."
Randolf released his grip, and Tata'er collapsed limply to the ground. Randolf retracted his sharp fangs, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his mouth, and smiled at Jaina:
"Your Majesty, although I don't know what you need us to do, he was just an incompetent good-for-nothing. His death is nothing to regret."
Jaina said nothing and helped Tata'er stop the bleeding.
Randolf displayed terrifying strength, earning respect among the five. Upon seeing this, the Blackstone Three Brothers immediately sided with Randolf, showering him with flattery.
Upon entering Windsor Manor, a series of preparations still need to be completed, such as gathering intelligence, preparing weapons and armor, and figuring out how to cross the border.
Jaina wasn't in a hurry. She waved for everyone to rest and chatted casually with Mrs. Windsor.
In the Azeroth, Jaina is the Queen of Theramore, a renowned human Archmage, and a figure of great renown.
Marshal Windsor's young children, drawn by the sight, sat beside Jaina, their eyes burning with admiration for the legendary figure.
"The Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth," Jaina emphasized again. "Only by rescuing Marshal Windsor and exposing Countess Katrana Prestor's true colors can Azeroth be saved. To be honest, King Varian has already secretly entered Stormwind City."
Mrs. Windsor immediately saw the wind was blowing. If she could help the King return, Marshal Windsor would be credited for his role in the coronation and would at least become a duke.
"Is everything left to Queen Jaina?" Mrs. Windsor whispered.
Jaina said confidently:
"I have already gathered five helpers, all of them powerful Orcs. They can easily storm Blackrock Depths and rescue the marshal; they just need a little assistance."
Jaina needs the help of Marshal Windsor's eldest son, after all, he is a major in Stormwind City, and given the Marshal's continued influence, he can provide considerable assistance.
Just then, with a terrifying roar, the horrible Tata'er rushed out, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed the marshal's youngest son, and bit down hard.
The poor fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was powerless to struggle, and Tata'er bit off his neck and devoured his flesh.
It turned out that after Tata'er stayed at the Marshal's house, he recalled the process of being defeated by Randolf and became more and more unwilling. However, he was still self-aware enough to know that he was no match for Randolf and dared not make any rash moves.
Growing increasingly enraged, Tata'er noticed a bottle of red wine on the table. He uncorked it and quickly drank the entire bottle. A surge of anger welled up in his chest, and he soon descended into a rage, storming out of the room.
Mrs. Windsor screamed, turning pale with fright, while her youngest daughter fainted.
Jaina was shocked; Tata'er's actions had caught her off guard, but it was too late; he was already dead, and there was no going back.
Apologizing to the Marshal's wife would mean the end of any possibility of cooperation. Jaina knew she had to prioritize the greater good, and quickly hardened her expression.
"Mrs. Windsor, do not panic. The Orcs have done great things to save Azeroth. They have only eaten a lowly human. It is nothing at all."
The Marshal's wife was stunned. In her education, Orcs, though ferocious-looking, were gentle, peace-loving, and the greatest race in Azeroth.
I never imagined Orcs could be so brutal, and what's even more terrifying is that Jaina is biased towards Orcs.
"Jaina, what are you saying? He ate the Marshal's son," Mrs. Windsor retorted, mustering her courage.
Jaina gazed into the lady's beautiful eyes, an Evil smile creeping across her lips:
"Unfortunately, you've witnessed the true nature of the Orcs, madam. You have no other choice. Look, this is the price we must pay for Azeroth. If you don't want to be eaten, you'd better obey."
"No, no, you murderers, you man-eating beasts, get out of my manor!" Mrs. Windsor lost all composure and roared hoarsely.
Jaina just smiled coldly. Mrs. Windsor realized the danger and rushed out of the room, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms. Upon seeing a familiar face, she finally fainted.
The Marshal's eldest son, Windsor Jr., entered the room, followed by several officers outside the door, and a group of Stormwind City guards not far away. Jaina immediately sensed something was wrong.
Young Windsor turned and gave a few instructions to his colleagues before entering the room alone.
The Orcs Tata'er continued to devour flesh and blood. Little Windsor stared at his brutally murdered brother and unconscious sister. The room was a mess, covered in blood. His facial muscles trembled incessantly as he struggled internally.
Jaina smiled and said, "You must be young Windsor. Everyone says you're one of the most outstanding young talents in Stormwind City, and seeing you today, you certainly live up to your reputation. You're smart enough to know how to choose."
After hesitating for a long time, Windsor finally knelt on the ground. "John Windsor is willing to serve Queen Jaina."