Griftah's attitude suddenly changed, becoming aggressive, Pride, and rude.
Enraged by the offense, Varian roared, "You filthy old Troll, how dare you speak to me like that! Valeera, cut out his tongue!"
A sharp dagger pierced the King's chest. Varian looked at the tip of the dagger protruding from his chest with surprise and bewilderment.
"I'm sorry, Your King," Valeera said coldly, "Jaina's offer is far too little; it's not even enough for a Tauren feast in Orgrimmar."
Broll Bearskin said apologetically:
"I am truly sorry, Your King, money cannot buy me, but I am a Night Elf. If Kingdom of Stormwind joins the Horde, my people will be left to fend for themselves and will be threatened by the Orcs. For the sake of the Night Elf race, you must die."
Valeera pulled out the dagger, blood gushing out. Varian clutched his chest, letting out a labored sound:
Stormwind City will not let you get away with this.
Valeera curled her lip and sneered, "You're mistaken. Another King would treat us as honored guests. Rest in peace, King Varian."
As Varian breathed his last, Griftah nodded in satisfaction. "After all, he was a King, possessing the majesty of a ruler, barely enough to represent the might of a dragon."
"Be careful," Valeera warned, "Jaina left Magic Beacon on him."
Valeera, a skilled thief known for her dexterity, carefully removed a flickering beacon from Varian's back.
Griftah said in surprise:
"There are very few rogues in Azeroth who can do that."
Several assistants carried Varian's body and stuffed it into the dragon's head. Griftah used special magic to fuse Varian with the dragon's head.
The Dragon's eyes snapped open, a faint aura of majesty emanating from them, as if it had died with its eyes wide open in disbelief.
Griftah gloated, "Haha, flawless, without a single flaw! This is the greatest work of my life, and it will be displayed on the walls of Stormwind City."
Ratchet Wharf.
Garrosh and Doras saw Kites off together, accompanied by several human servants and the unconscious Prince Anduin.
To avoid suspicion, Doras found several humans to take care of Anduin, so that he wouldn't know where he was. Anduin a rosy complexion and seemed to have not been mistreated.
"Your King, let me introduce you to an interesting little fellow."
Garrosh waved his hand, and a Kobold walked over. It was a scholar-like Kobold with golden fur and exquisite glasses perched on its nose.
"Big Candle Gagg, a senior scholar of Azeroth," Garrosh said smugly.
"Gagg originally served Thrall, but I paid him more, Your King. The journey to Dustwallow Marsh was a perilous one. You endured many hardships, finally Execute the Black Dragon Princess and rescuing Prince Anduin. The draft is complete; please review it. If there are no problems, this will be a great legend, a tale passed down through the ages."
Kites sighed deeply, thinking how wonderful it felt to be King. He hadn't even seen what the Dustwallow Marsh like, yet someone had already started writing stories for him.
After carefully reviewing the draft, Kites asked, puzzled:
"So, the Black Dragon Princess kidnapped Prince Anduin just to merge the two Kings together? And she even lost her life. Speaking of which, Black Dragons can fly; if they couldn't win, wouldn't they have run away? A creature as intelligent as Black Dragon wouldn't be that stupid."
"Your Majesty, don't worry about these details," Garrosh chuckled. "You must understand, most people in this world lack the ability to think independently. They believe whatever they're told, just like most people believe that Saurfang is more powerful than all the Titans of the Pantheon combined."
Although the story has some minor flaws, they don't detract from its overall brilliance. Kites secretly memorized it, knowing it would become a great dragon-slaying experience, the glory of a king.
Garrosh reiterated:
"Your King, upon returning to Elwynn Forest, someone will guide you to a secret manor. It was formerly the secret palace of a high-ranking nobleman, but later fell into Jaina's hands. There, the Black Dragon is prepared, and with Prince Anduin, no one will doubt your dragon-slaying journey."
Kites quickly expressed his gratitude, and the two agreed on how to contact each other. Kites then boarded the ship to Booty Bay.
As the ship gradually disappeared into the sea, Garrosh revealed a sinister look. "Thrall, let's see how long you can cling to the position of Warchief."
When Jaina entered the manor, she found it completely empty; Black Dragon, King Varian, Valeera, Griftah, and the others were all gone.
Jaina found the Magic Beacon on a rat, immediately realizing something was wrong, and rushed to the next contact point.
Not long after, the Peace Dove, stationed in Stormwind City, brought Jaina a message: King Varian had rescued Prince Anduin and brought back the head of Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess, and had officially ascended the throne. The news spread throughout the entire Kingdom of Stormwind.
Jaina understood everything. The winner of this power struggle was Kites of the Night Watch. Jaina felt a deep sense of defeat and could only inform Thrall immediately.
In Orgrimmar, a pall of gloom hung over the Warchief's tent.
A delicious stewed Pandaren meal was laid out on the table, but Thrall had no appetite at all, listening with a gloomy expression as Jaina recounted what had happened in Stormwind City.
On either side of the table sat Thrall's confidants.
Eitrigg, Vol'jin, Rokhan, and others were all once prominent figures in Orgrimmar, but now they are all listless, like defeated roosters.
Thrall, staring wide-eyed at his many confidants, roared:
"You all heard it. The lowly Night Watch has become a dragon slayer, replacing the foolish Varian. Kingdom of Stormwind refused to save Azeroth. Humans refused to become Orcs' food. They plotted to destroy this world. They are truly wicked."
After carefully surveying everyone present, Thrall saw only despair and helplessness in their eyes, and said viciously:
"If I truly fail, I will live a secluded life, and no one will be able to find me. Over the years, I have accumulated a vast amount of Wealth, enough to live luxuriously for ten thousand years, but you cannot. For your own wealth and glory, hurry up and think of a way for me."
Eitrigg said cautiously:
"Tirion Fordring's reputation has been established and is beginning to show results. The Argent Tournament is under intense preparation, and if all goes well, it will provide us with a steady stream of military rations."
Thrall glared and said coldly, "If the Alliance refuses to participate in the Argent Tournament, how will we get food? Will we just eat Tauren?"
Rokhan hesitated for a long time before whispering, "Tirion Fordring is all bark and no bite; we can't expect him to destroy the Lich King. Perhaps we can talk to this new King."
Vol'jin nodded in agreement, "That's right. Everyone has weaknesses. If we can find the new King's weaknesses, we might be able to exploit them."
Thrall turned to Jaina: "What are this Night Watch's weaknesses?"
Jaina thought for a long time before saying uncertainly, "I heard Kalec say that the Night Watch seems to like female Orcs."