"Medivh's son!"
Varian hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly asked:
Do you have a way to find him?
Anduin state of panic, stammered:
"He gave me a Rune Stone so I can contact him anytime. Med'an is Medivh's son, a powerful mage who can freely enter and leave Stormwind Keep; no one dares to stop him."
Varian was overjoyed upon hearing this and said, "This is truly a stroke of luck for my House Wrynn! Immediately have your friend deliver a letter to the great Savior Thrall."
"Thrall?"
Anduin looked at his father with puzzlement. Despite being just a boy, he was already showing interest in politics. Bolvar was intentionally or unintentionally grooming him to ensure that he could smoothly inherit the throne when he came of age.
"No, Thrall is a terrifying beast. He demands that we provide half a million humans as food for the Orcs. No, Father, you cannot have any contact with this beast," Anduin shouted.
"Anduin! My child, Bolvar's teachings to you are wrong."
Varian's expression had never been so grave:
"Listen carefully: the dead can be reborn, but if the House Wrynn loses the throne, it will never be regained, and all glory and power will be lost to us."
Seeing that Anduin was slightly tempted, Varian intensified his persuasion:
"Thrall is the Savior of Azeroth. Saving the world requires sacrifice, whether it's dying on the battlefield or serving as rations for the Orcs —it's a great honor. To save this world, someone must do this. The choice is in our hands: either we step forward and give half a million humans to the Orcs, or you and I are among those half a million."
Anduin didn't believe that sacrificing one's life to save the world was an honor, but the thought of being eaten alive Destiny Orcs made his face turn deathly pale.
"This letter must be given to Thrall to ensure that you and I, father and son, are not eaten by the Orcs." Varian took a letter from his inner pocket and solemnly handed it to Anduin, instructing him:
"My child, the Destiny of Azeroth rests in your hands."
Anduin returned to his room, dismissed all the servants, and hid alone in the room. He secretly took out the Rune Stone and chanted the incantation taught to him by Med'an.
The Rune Stone emitted a green light, exuding a peculiar aura somewhat similar to that of her father.
Anduin clearly remembered that his father didn't have this aura before he disappeared.
Med'an's shrill voice soon echoed from within the Rune Stone:
"Hey, Anduin, what's up? I'm eating a Tauren. You know I don't like eating dead things; I have to finish before he dies."
Anduin carefully chose his words and whispered, "My father has returned."
"Ha, you mean Varian? What a fool! He risked his life to save Thrall, only to be torn to pieces and eaten by Thrall. Now your father is a Legion soldier. Sylvanas has a Dreadlord under her command who reconstructed his Fel Body. Speaking of this Dreadlord, something interesting comes to mind—he actually fell in love with a female Orcs."
Med'an had an unusually active mind, always jumping from one thing to another without any regard for the feelings of others. Anduin quickly interrupted his incessant chatter:
"My father wants you to help him deliver a letter to Thrall."
Med'an, slightly displeased, snorted and said, "Thrall is just a dog kept by my father; he has no right to ask me to deliver messages. I'll have a servant find you."
The green light of the Rune Stone disappeared. Med'an was a capricious guy; he might forget what he promised the moment he turned around. Anduin was feeling uneasy, a flash of light suddenly appeared.
Med'an, with his green skin, appeared in Anduin's room. Compared to Pureblood Orcs, Med'an was thinner, but compared to Anduin, who was still growing, Med'an was as strong as a gorilla.
"Give it to me." Med'an held out his right hand.
Anduin, already used to Med'an's capricious behavior, hurriedly pulled out Varian's letter.
Right in front of Anduin, Med'an unceremoniously tore open the envelope, took out the letter, and began to read it. It was precisely because he suddenly became interested in Varian's letter that he had come in person.
"Haha, haha! This is so funny."
Med'an laughed until tears streamed down his face, then carefully folded the letter and put it in his pocket.
"Poor Anduin, you can't imagine what promises Varian made to Thrall. I love this farce. This letter will definitely reach Thrall, I promise."
Orgrimmar.
When Jaina entered the Warchief's tent, Thrall was eating a robust Zandalari Trolls. Jaina was already used to the Orcs' rough eating habits and could even drink and eat a few pieces of meat with Thrall without any restraint.
"I received a letter from King Varian."
Thrall didn't even look up, his head buried in a piece of meat, and mumbled, "Jaina, I think you should know what happened in Stormwind City."
Jaina gave a cold laugh, "Sylvanas was unwilling to accept defeat and used the power of the Legion to resurrect King Varian. Admittedly, Duke Bolvar's loyalty to House Wrynn exceeded my expectations, but do you really think a low-ranking Demons of the Burning Legion can become the leader of the Alliance?"
Thrall raised his head, spat out a bone, and said:
"I don't care who sits on the Alliance throne, I only care about the interests of the Orcs. Varian has offered me terms that I can hardly refuse, so I'm willing to help him reclaim the throne."
Jaina stared coldly at Thrall, a mocking smile playing on her lips:
"Whatever promises Varian makes, they are all baseless lies. Once he ascends the throne, you will gain nothing. Humanity's fickleness will surprise you."
Thrall nodded slightly to the side, Eitrigg, understanding the unspoken message, handed the letter to Jaina. Jaina was astonished after reading it:
"Varian actually made such a promise, this is unbelievable."
Thrall grinned:
"In this way, I can treat the humans of Kingdom of Stormwind just as I treat the Pandaren, Tauren, and Zandalari Trolls. Without Kingdom of Stormwind, the Alliance will inevitably fall apart."
Jaina threw the letter on the ground, looking at it as if it were a pile of stinking garbage, feeling extremely disgusted.
In the letter, Varian used extremely flattering language, the main point of which was that if Thrall helped him reclaim the throne, Varian promised that the Kingdom of Stormwind would join the Horde.
Jaina remained silent for a long while, then said softly:
"I had imagined this happening, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. Since King Varian is so generous, I have no reason to refuse him."
Thrall chuckled and raised his glass, "To save Azeroth."
Jaina raised her glass as well. "To Azeroth."
The Zandalari Trolls on the dining table finally breathed its last.
Thrall and Jaina's conversation was secretly recorded and then, through a highly clandestine channel, passed through several hands before finally ending up in the hands of a female Orcs.
The obese female Orcs read their conversation, pondered for a moment, and then said to the burly Orcs man beside her, "Garrosh, our chance has come."