Looking at little Windsor kneeling on the ground, Jaina smiled and nodded.
"Very good, John Windsor. As expected of Windsor's son, you understand the importance of prioritizing the greater good. To save Azeroth, the sacrifice of countless humans is not a concern. Get up."
Young Windsor hurriedly stood up. Although Jaina was beautiful and had a slender figure, in Young Windsor's eyes, she was more terrifying than the Demons of the Burning Legion. He was so frightened that he trembled all over and lowered his head, not daring to meet her gaze.
Nearby, the terrifying Tata'er continued to devour flesh and blood, even inviting the Blackstone Three Brothers from Lakeshire to join him. Little Windsor clenched his fists, but dared not even breathe.
"To save Azeroth, I need you to do one thing. I need to get to the Burning Steppes, and I need you to make arrangements for me, including arranging the Gryphons and obtaining the necessary permits. Oh, and you also need to prepare an army to support us at any time."
Young Windsor dared not delay, Jaina waved him away, signaling him to go and prepare.
Randolf, observing the four Orcs' bestial behavior, said to Jaina with amusement, "Madam, do you really trust this young human?"
Jaina exuded confidence. "You know, I always enjoy dealing with intelligent people, Windsor family are all intelligent people."
Randolf shrugged, glanced at the bloodstains all over the room, and said casually:
"Lady Jaina, I heard your entire conversation. Let me guess your purpose: to rescue Marshal Windsor from Blackrock Depths. I can only say, you're dreaming."
Randolf's tone was unfriendly, but there was no doubt that he was a capable man.
Jaina wasn't annoyed and asked, "I'd like to hear your advice."
"First, I'd like to know how to enter Blackrock Depths? Lady Jaina, do you already have a plan in mind?" Randolf asked with a smile.
Jaina smiled and said with a charming expression, "I know some invisibility magic, which can ensure we can enter Blackrock Depths without any obstacles and infiltrate Blackrock Prison."
"Haha, Lady Jaina, you're being incredibly naive," Randolf mocked without hesitation. "Not to mention the powerful Elemental of Blackrock Depths, even the countless Blackrock Hounds wouldn't be able to escape. Besides, Blackrock Depths' terrain is extremely complex, practically a maze. Although I've entered Blackrock Depths several times, I can't guarantee I can bring you all out."
Jaina frowned slightly. Emperor Thaurissan ruled Blackrock Depths, and even Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince, was helpless against him. Jaina certainly wouldn't underestimate the defenses of Blackrock Depths; otherwise, she wouldn't have sought help from the Stockade.
"Randolf, I hired you because I need your help. Don't forget our deal," Jaina said coldly.
Randolf revealed a cunning look and chuckled, "Lady Jaina, rescuing the Marshal is actually quite simple. King Emperor Thaurissan of the Dark Iron Clan, like all men, is a womanizer. If only Lady Jaina would be willing to make some sacrifices..."
Jaina frowned, gritting her teeth, "You mean you want me to seduce Emperor Thaurissan? Absolutely not! Think of another way."
Randolf waved his hands repeatedly:
"No, no, Lady Jaina, I think you've misunderstood. You might be considered very beautiful among humans, but in Emperor Thaurissan's eyes, you're just as unattractive as those Lava lords. Emperor Thaurissan prefers the most beautiful race in Azeroth —yes, the alluring green-skinned Orcs."
"A female Orcs?" Jaina suppressed her anger. She hadn't expected to be less attractive than a female Orcs. Gritting her teeth, she finally said after a long pause, "It's too late to find a female Orcs. Do you mean I should pretend to Orcs?"
Randolf smiled happily and said softly:
"This is the plan: to exchange a beautiful female Orcs for the useless Marshal Windsor. Emperor Thaurissan will surely agree. I have connections in Blackrock Depths and can definitely make this deal happen. You are an Archmage; once the marshal is safe, escaping will be no problem at all."
Jaina was furious; she'd rather kill her than make her play the role of a female Orcs.
However, after much deliberation, they realized that it was impossible for these few people to break into the heavily guarded Blackrock Depths. Even if Thrall Faction an Orcs army, it might not be possible.
Despite the immense danger involved, the plan had a high success rate, and Jaina was confident that even if it failed, she would find a way to escape from the Dark Iron Dwarves.
After much deliberation, Jaina, having no other choice, had no choice but to agree.
Before departing, Jaina instructed Valeera and the night druid Broll to protect King Varian. Under the arrangement of Windsor Jr., Jaina and her party rode gryphons to the Burning Steppes.
Frequent volcanic activity and Lava flows have resulted in the Burning Steppes being dry and hot year-round, with the scorching heat baking the earth and vegetation being extremely sparse.
The group settled at Morgan's Vigil. Randolf took Jaina out to gather information, displaying his true nature as a Deceiver, and quickly became entangled with the Firegut Ogre Tribe near the outpost.
Randolf was eloquent, only saying that he was a nobleman from Stormwind City, a smuggler, and that he had brought a large amount of food and Fresh Water, which were the most scarce resources in the Burning Steppes. He needed to buy furs and meat, and it would be even better if he could get his hands on the precious ores from Blackrock Depths.
Jaina observed closely. Randolf possessed a peculiar charm in his every gesture, making him feel incredibly approachable. This was likely a special kind of dark magic.
After giving out some small gifts, the entire Firegut Ogre community knew that a generous human nobleman had arrived. Before long, the Firegut Ogre chieftain personally spoke with Randolf. The two had a pleasant conversation and reached a preliminary deal: Randolf received a pass to the Grim Guzzler.
After obtaining the pass, Randolf was smug and lowered his voice to Jaina:
"The Grim Guzzler is a trading post in Blackrock Depths. Only trusted merchants can obtain a pass to the bar and negotiate dirty deals with the Dark Iron Dwarves."
"Including deals with female Orcs?" Jaina asked, her expression displeased.
Randolf whistled:
"Oh, a rare female Orcs, capable of driving all the patrons of the Grim Guzzler crazy. Of course, she's not one of those Blackrock Clan Orcs you see everywhere in the Burning Steppes; she must be a genuine green-skinned female Orcs from Orgrimmar. Trust me, Emperor Thaurissan will definitely be interested."
Jaina tilted her head and thought for a moment, "With this pass, we can enter Blackrock Depths?"
Randolf shook his head. "Unfortunately, it's not possible. Emperor Thaurissan won't easily let outsiders figure out the complex underground passages of Blackrock Depths. We can only enter the Grim Guzzler through the bar's teleporter and then return through the same teleporter."
Jaina nodded. "Tell me your plan."
Randolf gestured excitedly as he explained, "First, I'll go to the Grim Guzzler and use a portrait, hair, nails, and other evidence to prove I have a green-skinned female Orcs in my possession. The evidence needs to be prepared by you, Lady Jaina. Emperor Thaurissan will definitely send someone to speak with me."
At this point, Randolf looked at Jaina, blinked, and asked:
"Madam, I've heard you have a close relationship with the Savior Thrall. Why not prepare a real green-skinned female Orcs? That way, it wouldn't even be considered a scam."