Jaina was born into nobility; her father was Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, the supreme ruler of the Maritime Kingdom of Kul Tiras. Jaina was, in fact, a princess—a princess of the World of Warcraft.
Jaina had been pampered since childhood and knew nothing of the hardships faced by ordinary people.
Jaina, who grew up surrounded by admirers, has a major flaw: she is too blindly confident and refuses to listen to anyone's opinions, a typical example of someone who won't learn until she hits a brick wall.
If she had married a decent man, she could have become a virtuous wife and loving mother.
Unfortunately, once she comes to power, tragedy is inevitable. This is almost a foregone conclusion, as countless lessons from history have already demonstrated.
Upon seeing the hundreds of powerful Orcs, Jaina was still not quite there. Her talent didn't lie in that area; rather, she valued her pride highly. With a stern expression, she reprimanded her Mage Apprentice:
"How dare you say such a thing? Watch your place, Mage Apprentice. This won't do you any good." Jaina lowered her head and thought for a moment. "I think there must be some misunderstanding. I'll go ask Thrall myself."
Jaina still trusted Thrall, but unfortunately, Thrall had fallen into Robbie's hands.
Robbie had no time to pay attention to Jaina. His current identity was that of an Orcs Warrior had challenged and defeated Thrall. He grabbed the unconscious Thrall, lifting him like a dead rabbit, and sneered at Eitrigg:
"Old Orcs, you're not going to let me go?"
"Release Thrall, my Savior, and I promise you'll leave safely, Orcs." Eitrigg spoke with unwavering confidence, his words laced with undisguised threat. If hundreds of Orcs Warriors swarmed him, Robbie would have no chance of escape.
Robbie maintained his cold smile, showing no sign of urgency. He believed that Eitrigg would never abandon Thrall. As a Strategist, he knew that Strategists were often bound to their Lords, and if Thrall were to meet with misfortune, he would lose everything.
"Why should I believe an old Orcs who has no honor whatsoever?"
Robbie relentlessly mocked, "See? Since I entered this camp, all I've seen is treachery and cunning, deception and lies. You've utterly disgraced the Orcs. You have no right to make promises, old Orcs."
"The glory of the Orcs cannot save Azeroth; Thrall is destined to be the Savior."
Eitrigg continued his propaganda rhetoric, a style that usually worked well, especially with humans.
Hearing this phrase forces anyone to obediently compromise, no matter how bitter or difficult the situation. King Terenas, for example, has repeatedly forced his Orcs to give him food for the sake of the orcs.
"The Savior." Robbie raised an eyebrow, deliberately revealing a hint of madness. "Hahaha, this is so interesting! If I kill the Savior, wouldn't that be a glorious achievement? I, Leonardo Brutalaxe, am destined for greatness; I will make history with the Savior's blood."
A flash of cold light, Robbie pulled a dagger from his bag, his face contorted with madness, ready to stab.
"Wait!" Jaina spoke up, taking a few steps forward and saying sharply, "You can't treat the Savior like this! We've seen it in countless visions; in the near future, Thrall will save Azeroth more than once."
"So, you foolish human, did you see the illusion of Thrall's defeat today?"
Robbie raised the dagger, brandishing it at Thrall's chest, and grinned menacingly, "Things are getting more and more interesting. If we kill Thrall today, it will prove that your prophecies are nothing but a pile of useless dog shit."
Jaina was stunned; her teachers had never taught her how to handle this situation.
Seeing that Robbie didn't seem to intend to make a move, Eitrigg gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble.
"The Orcs are not afraid of sacrifice. If you kill Thrall, my soldiers swear to tear you to pieces."
"That's right, Orcs are not afraid of death. That's the glory of Orcs. I am also an Orcs, and the Orcs follows glory the most." Robbie stabbed Thrall hard in the heart, blood spurting out and flowing like Thrall river.
"Ah!" Jaina exclaimed, nearly falling to the ground in fright.
"Wait, stop! Are you crazy?"
Eitrigg broke out in a cold sweat; he hadn't expected Robbie to actually dare to make a move.
If Thrall was indeed killed by Robbie, Robbie, as the instigator, would also be culpable.
"Alright, Orcs, you win."
Eitrigg said helplessly, "I admit that the so-called Savior of Azeroth is all fabricated, yes, it was written by me. As for those so-called prophetic illusions, they were also arranged by the Guardian. It's all fake, warrior, killing Thrall brings you no honor."
"What? It's fake?" Jaina's voice was shrill, still unable to believe it. "Impossible, this isn't real. Those illusions were spoken by my respected mentor, Antonidas, the Head Mage Archmage Dalaran."
Eitrigg looked at Jaina with a mocking expression. "Your mentor is an Imp. Before the great Guardian, he is nothing but a lowly Kobold."
"You, how dare you speak of my mentor like that? There must be some misunderstanding. This isn't true, it's not true!" Jaina's emotions gradually spiraled out of control, and she uttered harsh and unpleasant words.
"Oh! So Thrall is just an insignificant puppet." Robbie sneered coldly, "Why is everyone making such a fuss over a puppet? If the puppet dies, we can just replace it with another one."
"No, no, that's not how it is."
Eitrigg quickly retorted, "Warrior, you misunderstand. Thrall is destined to be a great leader. He is resourceful, cunning, and adept at disguise. Gul'dan's Evil is only superficial, while Thrall's ambition is disguised as a Justice cause. Look at Jaina, that idiot, how she's been fooled by Thrall!"
"Shut up, Orcs! You're not allowed to slander the Savior like that!" Jaina retorted sharply. Her conviction was so strong that her subjective opinion of Thrall was not easily swayed.
"Haha, ignorant humans, do you even know what kind of meat you just drank in the broth?"
Eitrigg narrowed his eyes, mercilessly exposing the truth. "Three days ago, the Warchief of Orgrimmar hunted in Brill and slaughtered all the humans. That was the flesh of your own people, you big idiot."
"What?"
Jaina felt waves of nausea, her pretty face turned frighteningly pale, and she couldn't help but bend over and vomit.
"The most hopeless human I've ever seen." Eitrigg pointed at Jaina:
"I have seen the most intelligent Orcs, and only someone as wise as Thrall can lead us Orcs to survive in Azeroth and win the right to live. Our war with the Kingdom of Lordaeron is imminent. The victor will gain everything, and the loser will face annihilation and extinction from Azeroth. The Warchief of Orgrimmar is great, but his wisdom is far inferior to Thrall's. Warrior, I beg you, do not destroy the only hope of your people."
Robbie seemed to be persuaded, and he pretended to be deep in thought.
The Orcs Eitrigg was telling the truth.
The truth is the most terrible lie in the world.
What was his purpose in doing this?
He was trying to get Robbie's attention.
His goal was to buy time.
"Not good!"
Robbie's gaze sharpened, and he desperately gathered Holy Light.
With a "whoosh".
A Portal appeared out of thin air.
A blurry figure stepped out of the Portal, and with a slight raise of his hand, an Interwoven Green and Purple Light formed, Magic Spear, entangled with Arcane and Fel, silently shot towards Robbie's back.
Guardian Medivh.