As Marshal Windsor fled, he kept looking back.
Seeing that the Gnolls hadn't caught up, he felt relieved, but also a little regretful. He shouldn't have strayed from the main force; Redridge Mountains were so vast that it would be difficult to gather the remaining troops again.
It seems I can only return to Morgan's Vigil and wait until I become the Regent of Stormwind City to wipe out Lakeshire and the Gnolls, finally venting my anger.
However, deep down, Windsor secretly admired the Black Dragon Princess. It was something that Mayor Solomon alone could not have accomplished in order to enable the Gnolls to take on the responsibility of defending the territory and become a powerful fighting force, solving the manpower shortage problem in Lakeshire Redridge Mountains.
Only the powerful Black Dragonflight could do this, since lower creatures like Gnolls are born to worship adult Black Dragons and are willing to serve as their Servants and henchmen.
Just as he was lost in thought, two large nets suddenly descended from the sky.
Windsor was taken aback. He had long heard of the Legendary of the three Blackrock Orcs brothers from Lakeshire, who would hide behind large rocks to ambush people, but he never expected to run into them himself.
The net tightened, Windsor was powerless to struggle. Clearly, these three were professionals. Windsor hurriedly shouted, "I am the Marshal of Stormwind City's defenses!"
"If you are the marshal, then I am the great Savior Thrall." The Tagar the Terrible walked over and knocked the poor marshal unconscious with a single blow.
This was a dark and damp cave. Deep inside the cave lay a pile of bones. The three brothers from Lakeshire lit a campfire. Windsor was stripped naked, his mouth stuffed with rags, and placed over the fire to be roasted. Windsor groaned inwardly, thinking that he was about to die here.
The Tagar the Terrible approached, and the terrified expression on Windsor by the campfire excited him greatly. He took out a sharp dagger, cut off several pieces of flesh from Windsor, and threw them into his mouth, chewing them voraciously.
A large amount of blood gushed out, and the blood loss made Windsor drowsy. In his most desperate moment, he saw a beautiful woman walk into the cave.
"It's Jaina!" Marshal Windsor knew he was saved.
When Marshal Windsor awoke, he found that the wound on his chest had been treated, probably with some kind of healing magic, and the wound had begun to heal.
The Tagar the Terrible, the three brothers of Lakeshire, obediently crouched in the corner, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Jaina, like Kobolds seeing Dragon.
Jaina's eyes were filled with rage, as if she wanted to devour the four Orcs. This comforted Windsor; what an honor it was to have such a legendary and beautiful woman care about him.
However, Windsor soon realized he was overthinking things.
Jaina, holding a garment in her hand, demanded of Tagar, "Tell me right now, whose garment is this?"
Tagar answered nervously, "It belonged to a human. He passed through Lakeshire that day, and we captured and ate him."
A ball of light appeared in Jaina's palm, at the center of which was the face of a human man. "Is this the one?"
Tagar and the three brothers from Lakeshire exchanged glances and nodded together.
"You three fools, you devoured the King of Stormwind City!" Jaina's face twisted with rage, her heart filled with despair.
Jaina was very careful. She secretly placed Magic Beacon in Windsor. All the other soldiers returned to Morgan's Vigil, but Marshal Windsor was missing. Jaina used the Magic Beacon to locate him and found him sitting on a campfire.
Originally, the matter would have ended once the marshal was rescued, and Jaina wouldn't have held a grudge against the four Orcs. However, Jaina noticed that Tagar was wearing a garment that looked very familiar.
Jaina let out a long sigh; the setbacks had left her feeling physically and mentally exhausted.
"Where is that person's body?" Jaina asked, clinging to a sliver of hope.
Tagar pointed to a pile of bones deep inside the cave.
The corpse had been completely devoured, leaving not even the marrow. Gazing at the pile of broken bones, Jaina's face darkened. She waved her hand, and a burst of magic enveloped the remains.
But it wasn't the most desperate time yet. Former Guardian Aegwynn had an old friend, one of the founders of the Council of Tirisfal, an Undead Archmage had lived for three thousand years, Meryl Winterstorm.
Carrying the pile of bones, Jaina first sent Windsor to Morgan's Vigil, then immediately teleported back to Theramore to seek help from Meryl Winterstorm.
Before leaving, Jaina specifically gave Windsor a few words of advice:
"Everything is ready. All you need to do is return to Stormwind City to drive out the Black Dragon Princess. Originally, King Varian was to enter Stormwind City with you, but unfortunately, His King suffered an accident. I will find a way to revive the King. You should go to Stormwind City first to stabilize the situation."
Windsor dared not delay, and after Jaina left, he returned to Stormwind City with his son John.
Jaina's preparations were very thorough. Under Jaina leadership, the Peace Dove made contacts throughout Stormwind City and united the forces opposing the Black Dragon Princess.
For the sake of the kingdom's people's well-being, the Black Dragon Princess Countess Katrana, acted recklessly, offending countless nobles and severely damaging the interests of the nobility.
It was said that Marshal Windsor would return from Blackrock Spire and find a way to expose the Black Dragon Princess's true colors. Coupled with the news of King Varian's return, the nobles quickly saw the winds blowing and realized that the Kingdom of Stormwind was about to change. Many nobles sided with the King.
Jaina personally lobbied House Wrynn, who, upon learning of King Varian's return and their desire to reclaim control of Stormwind City, began to take action.
Although Stormwind City appears calm on the surface, undercurrents are surging beneath, and everything is ready, awaiting only the return of Marshal Windsor, the catalyst for conflict.
Windsor entered Stormwind City through the city gates, Marcus Jonathan, the High Commander of the Stormwind City defense forces, personally dismounted to greet him and introduced him to the soldiers as the great Marshal Windsor. Many Stormwind City soldiers knelt on the ground to welcome the Marshal's return.
This kind of great honor was something he had never enjoyed even at the height of Marshal Windsor's power, leaving him with a feeling of elation and unreality.
Accompanied by Marcus, Windsor entered Stormwind City. As deliberately arranged, all the guards saluted him, countless young girls presented him with flowers, and the people in the streets cheered Marshal Windsor's name.
"Look, that's a great Legendary."
"A legendary figure is approaching us."
"Marshal, please allow me to pay you my highest respects."
Under the admiring gazes of the crowd, Marshal Windsor entered Stormwind Keep.
Duke Bolvar was already waiting at the door, grabbing Windsor's arm. "Ha ha, old friend, it's so good to hear you've returned safely."
Windsor, with a serious expression and unwavering gaze, walked straight towards the main hall of Stormwind Keep. Duke Bolvar, somewhat embarrassed, could only follow behind.
In the spacious hall, a woman dressed in purple stood gracefully, surrounded by a group of elite soldiers, all wearing masks.
"Duke Bolvar, you actually allowed a Black Dragon to infiltrate Stormwind City!" Windsor pointed at the woman before him. "You cannot escape your Destiny, Onyxia. It was prophesied. I foresaw this very day back in Karazhan. Your Evil reign is over."