Back at Morgan's Vigil, Randolf silently crawled into his tent and began packing.
The Tagar the Terrible and the Blackstone Three Brothers from Lakeshire, unaware of what had happened, watched as Randolf packed his bags. Tagar approached and asked:
"Hey, why are you packing? What happened? Where's Queen Jaina?"
Although Tagar was arrogant, he was quite afraid of Randolf and cautiously maintained a safe distance.
Randolf seemed to have just remembered the four of them. Without even looking up, he casually replied, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, you're useless now."
"It's useless, what does that mean?" Tagar asked, his face contorted with rage.
Randolf pointed to the human guards lurking outside the tent and hissed:
"Fools, don't forget your place. Jaina rescued you from the Stockade to save Marshal Windsor from Blackrock Depths. Emperor Thaurissan was too easy to talk to; Jaina brought up Thrall, the Savior, and he was terrified and agreed to release you. You're no longer of any use. If I were you, I'd flee this place immediately to avoid a violent death."
Tagar was terrified, his heart pounding, after all, this was Alliance outpost.
Moreover, at Windsor's manor, in a moment of impulse, Tagar ate Windsor's youngest son. Without Jaina's protection, he might have faced retaliation.
Tagar dared not linger and hurriedly gave instructions to the Blackstone Three Brothers. The four Orcs buried themselves in packing their luggage. Randolf finished packing and asked casually:
"You four pathetic creatures abandoned by Jaina, what are your plans?"
Orcs are known for their nomadic lifestyles and adaptability. Tagar had no plans for the future, Blackstone Three Brothers were equally unsure of whom to side with.
Seeing their bewildered expressions, Randolf said angrily:
"Jaina has gone too far. She's abandoning us and hasn't given us the promised reward. We'll have no choice but to go back to our old ways."
The idea of "returning to their old ways" inspired the four members of the Tagar.
The Tagar the Terrible was an assassin under Gath'Ilzogg, the Blackrock overseer of Lakeshire, known for his cruelty. The Blackstone Three Brothers of Lakeshire were notorious highwaymen who had taken countless lives.
The four men committed numerous evil deeds, incurring the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. Unfortunately, for many years no one dared to take action against them, making them a great mystery of Lakeshire.
"King Varian greatly appreciated me back then, and designated Lakeshire as my hunting ground. I really miss the days in Lakeshire," Tagar said with a longing expression.
The Blackstone Three Brothers' eyes lit up, and they added, "King Varian has issued us raiding licenses, allowing us to freely intercept and kill any humans passing through Lakeshire."
Tagar gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Unfortunately, King Varian has disappeared, so our credentials are worthless. The Black Dragon Princess has even sent a large army to besiege us."
Randolf casually remarked, "Marshal Windsor's return paves the way for King Varian's return to Stormwind City. Congratulations, the certificate issued by the King is valid once again."
Tagar and the Blackstone Three Brothers suddenly understood and were extremely excited. They recalled their carefree days and hated the Black Dragon Princess's arrogance with a passion.
"Yes, yes, back to Lakeshire, that's my hunting grounds, my territory."
Tagar was overjoyed, his eyes shining, full of anticipation for the future.
Warlord Gath'Ilzogg has already been wiped out by Stormwind City, Tagar can easily gather the remaining troops and become the new Blackrock Orcs Warlord.
The Blackstone Three Brothers, who had always held Tagar in high esteem, quickly replied, "We three brothers are willing to serve you, sir."
Tagar led the way with an arrogant air, while the Blackstone Three Brothers fawned over them the whole way. The four of them headed towards Lakeshire, and Randolf wore a smug smile.
At the Stormwind City docks hotel, Valeera kicked open the King's room door, only to find it empty. She immediately flew into a rage. "Broll, what's going on? That human is gone!"
The Night Elf Druid Broll peeked out, paused slightly, and said unhurriedly, "Valeira, you're supposed to be a thief, lockpicking is your specialty. Why are you being so violent? Alright, besides the king's disappearance, what else is missing?"
Valeera touched her waist, her pretty face instantly turning ashen. "My purse is gone too."
"Oh! Oh! A thief has lost his purse!" Broll laughed so hard he almost fell over.
Valeera roared furiously:
"Damn it, I just went to take a shower, and I left my purse and clothes in the bedroom. Someone must have broken into my bedroom, taken the purse, and kidnapped that human too."
Broll wasn't in a hurry. He carefully looked around and asked with a puzzled expression:
"There were no signs of forced entry on the doors and windows, and no signs of a struggle inside the room. I've been patrolling this area and haven't seen any unauthorized personnel approaching. Or perhaps His King took your purse and went out to play. Spending years in that boring Arena would have driven him crazy, you know."
Valeera glared at her and retorted, "Why are you always so optimistic? If that human disappears, how are we going to explain it to Jaina?"
Broll calmly analyzed, "First, if someone kidnapped His Majesty the King, that person's strength far surpasses ours, so there's no use in rushing. If the King went out for fun on his own, with his strength, dealing with ordinary street thugs would be no problem at all, so there's no need for us to worry."
Valeera stamped her foot, worried that something might have happened to the King, and went out alone to gather information.
"Where am I? Who am I? How did I get here?"
"By the way, I am the King of Stormwind City, I am Varian Wrynn?"
The man got up from the ground and gradually regained his senses. He looked around at the beautiful scenery: lush green hills, a babbling brook, and a shimmering lake in the distance.
There is a small town on the lakeside with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys, full of poetic charm, like a scene from a painting.
Judging from the architectural style, it was undoubtedly a human settlement. The man felt fortunate and continued along the main road, preparing to enter the town to gather information.
As he passed a large rock, two nets suddenly descended from the sky, completely covering the man. He struggled desperately, but the nets, covered in barbs, tightened only with his efforts.
A three-headed Orcs emerged from behind a large rock, its face ferocious, its fangs sharp, and its mouth constantly drooling. Behind the three-headed Orcs was an even stronger Orcs.
Why are Orcs appearing near human settlements? What's going on?
Just as the man was about to explain his identity, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and everything went black.
The Tagar the Terrible was overjoyed and loudly commanded:
"This is our first order since returning to Lakeshire. We're lucky; it's a strong human man, enough to feed us for several days. I can't go a few days without meat. Get the campfire ready; you're in for a treat. My cooking skills are top-notch."