Jaina glared at Randolf and rebuked him, "Foolish! You know what you're saying! The Orcs saved Azeroth; they are a noble race. How can they be used as commodities?"
Randolf stared in surprise, his mouth agape. He muttered, "I'm also an Orcs, and I don't consider myself particularly noble."
Jaina scoffed, "You are merely a lowly Bloodmaul Clan. How can you compare to the noble Frostwolf Clan led by Thrall?"
"All right!"
Randolf felt defeated. Looking at the gray sky over the Burning Steppes, he calmed himself down and continued:
"I must convince Emperor Thaurissan that I have a green-skinned female Orcs in my possession, and then we'll begin discussing the trade location. For security reasons, I'll choose Morgan's Vigil. Emperor Thaurissan will definitely object and propose Blackrock Depths. Then, due to our mutual distrust, we'll compromise, and the final location will be the camp of the Firegut Ogres."
Jaina nodded after hearing this. "I hope you can persuade Emperor Thaurissan."
Randolf said with a smile, "I'm very confident about this. Next, you'll need to trouble you, Madam, to use the Orb of Deception to transform into a female Orcs and successfully complete the transaction at the Firegut Ogre. Once the Marshal is safe, you can escape from the Dark Iron Dwarves. It's not difficult."
Jaina was quite confident that they would be escaping across the Burning Steppes, not the labyrinthine Blackrock Depths, and waved her hand, saying, "This is no challenge for me."
Randolf said with a half-smile, "This is my whole plan. I hope you'll prepare your reward, madam. Once I have enough gold coins, I'll return to the Nagrand to live a life of retirement."
Randolf's entire plan was far more sophisticated than simply diving into Blackrock Depths and rescuing Marshal Windsor by force. Even if it failed by accident, Jaina would not be in danger.
If an ordinary person had proposed this plan, Jaina would have agreed without hesitation. However, the plan was proposed by the notorious Deceiver, Prince Qiaoluo, who was known for his cunning.
Jaina felt a sense of distrust. She carefully considered the entire plan, trying to figure out what exactly had made her suspicious.
By the way, Randolf suggested going into the Grim Guzzler alone, out of Jaina's sight. Who knows what kind of deal he'll strike up with Emperor Thaurissan?
Or what if this guy never comes back?
Jaina's almond-shaped eyes widened, as if she had seen through Randolf's scheme, and she said with a smile, "A good plan. I'll go to the Grim Guzzler with you."
Sure enough, a hint of panic flashed across Randolf's face. Although he concealed it well, it still caught Jaina's eye.
"No, no, you are the esteemed Queen Jaina. The Grim Guzzler is full of filthy patrons, it stinks and is extremely unpleasant. Such a filthy place is not suitable for a queen to grace with her presence."
Jaina curled her lip into a smug smile, "No need for discussion, I insist."
Randolf, looking like a defeated rooster, said dejectedly, "Fine, you rescued me from the Stockade, so I'll do whatever you say. Just remember, don't make a sound in the Grim Guzzler, and just follow my lead."
As long as Randolf was within her sight, Jaina believed she had everything under control, so she nodded in agreement.
In the afternoon, the chieftain of the Firegut Ogres personally cast a spell, and a black iron teleporter appeared in the center of the camp. The pointed black iron teleporter resembled a small house, and its four doors opened, from which four Dark Iron Dwarves emerged. This was a magical creation unique to the Dark Iron Dwarves.
Randolf entered the teleporter first, followed by Jaina, who disguised herself as an ordinary human adventurer.
A rumbling sound came to her ears; it was the Black Iron Teleporter moving underground. Jaina was alone in a low-ceilinged room.
"Where's Randolf? And where are those Dark Iron Dwarves? Could it be that this teleporter has been divided into several separate rooms, with only one person in each room?"
As Jaina wondered what was happening, the teleporter stopped, and the small doors around her opened. Jaina stepped out of the teleporter with her head down, and the first thing she felt was an unusually strong Fire Elementals.
This was a huge room with walls made of red-hot black iron. The temperature inside was extremely high, and flames shot out from the cracks in the floor tiles. Jaina quickly cast Ice Barrier on herself to block the High-Temperature Flames in the air.
In the very center of the room stood a tall metal throne, also glowing red-hot, upon which sat a Dwarf with a black beard and extremely thick limbs, wearing a blazing crown, his body surrounded by Flames.
"I am Dagran Thaurissan. Welcome to Blackrock Depths, Lady Jaina."
"Damn it!"
Jaina realized she had been tricked. The plan was originally harmless, but her suspicious nature led her to willingly walk into the trap.
"Thaurissan, I come in the name of Thrall, the Savior. If you do not wish to destroy Azeroth, hand over Marshal Windsor obediently. Otherwise, the Orcs army will surely raze Blackrock Depths and wipe the Dark Iron Dwarves from the register of races of Azeroth."
"I'm so scared!"
Emperor Thaurissan feigned a look of terror, then said solemnly, "That human is of no use to me. Back then, the Black Dragon Princess had someone send him to Blackrock Depths, intending to kill him through my hands. I thought I could fetch a good price, so I've kept him until today."
"What price do you want?" Jaina asked sternly.
Emperor Thaurissan smiled as he looked at Jaina:
"I've had enough of Moira's bloated waist, Lady Jaina. I am the King of the Dark Iron Dwarves, and you are the Queen of Theramore. We are the most perfect match. Become my queen. Racial differences cannot hinder great love."
Don't even think about it; who has feelings for you?
Jaina was furious. She knew that this was Blackrock Depths, the kingdom of Emperor Thaurissan, which had many powerful Dark Iron Dwarves, so her first thought was to escape.
Unfortunately, the teleportation spell failed.
Emperor Thaurissan smiled and shook his head:
"Beautiful Lady Jaina, give up. I know you Mastery multiple magic types, but here there is only abundant Fire Elementals. In terms of magical skill, I am far inferior to you. However, if we only compete in Flame, I, with my Flame Incarnation, am immune to all fire magic, and my strength far surpasses yours."
Emperor Thaurissan roared, his body bursting into flames, transforming into a colossal Elemental Lords, unleashing a thunderous roar.
Jaina remained calm, several serpentine shadows swirling in her palms. Emperor Thaurissan visibly felt fear, his powerful Fire Elementals body taking a few steps back.
"Poor Dark Iron Dwarves, you have no idea what true power is." Jaina's face twisted in pain, and her beautiful features vanished in an instant.
At Morgan's Vigil, Randolf took a large bag of gold coins from Robbie's hand.
After counting the gold coins, Randolf asked excitedly, "How much did Jaina get?"
"A fortune!" Robbie replied casually.
Randolf whistled, "Speaking of which, Jaina is quite a beauty; it's such a good deal for that Dwarf Thaurissan."
Robbie shook his head. "Although I've already told Thaurissan about Jaina's background, I don't think he can succeed. Dark Iron Dwarves are always a bit arrogant."
Randolf said nonchalantly, "Heh heh, Jaina actually believed I was an Orcs. Too bad I can't use that identity anymore. I kind of miss the days in the Stockade."
"No rush, you have one last task, the reward is plentiful," Robbie instructed. "The terrifying Tata'er, and those three Blackrock Orcs, they must be very hungry."