Inside the Royal Palace of Silvermoon City, Kael'thas Sunstrider listened to the spy's report with a somber expression.
"... Your Majesty, the Sunwell Theme Park does indeed offer 'special services,' and many elves are forced to participate," the spy whispered. "But the goblins are cunning; they get the elves to sign contracts voluntarily, ostensibly as hostesses, but in reality..."
Kael'thas tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne, his golden eyes flashing with anger and humiliation.
"Voluntarily?" He sneered. "How could an elf voluntarily do such a thing?"
"Your Majesty, they... they've given far too much," the spy said helplessly. "And many elven families are destitute after the war, they can only..."
Kael'thas raised his hand to stop him from continuing.
"Enough." He stood up, his robes billowing. "I will go myself to see if my people are being persecuted."
As night fell, Kael'thas changed into the casual attire of a ranger, donning a hood to conceal his signature long golden hair and the handsome face of an elven royalty. Beside him was a ranger in similar disguise— Lor'themar Theron, his loyal lieutenant.
"Your Majesty, are you sure you want to go yourself?" Lor'themar asked in a low voice, "What if we're discovered..."
"If the goblins are truly oppressing my people, then I will make them pay the price," Kael'thas said coldly. "But if it's just a rumor, then I can rest easy."
"But what if Lady Verina finds out about this?" Lor'themar tried to salvage the situation by bringing up the Sindra leader, who had recently become quite close to the king.
"As long as you don't tell, she won't know." Kael'thas knew, of course, that this operation was not meant to be discovered.
Ah Qiang thought to himself: Your Majesty, you don't know that I was already bribed by her. She used ancient books to find out your whereabouts.
The two used magic to easily blend into the amusement park, weaving through the bustling crowds of tourists. The lights in the Elven Charm Street were dim and ambiguous; it was said that humans liked this kind of atmosphere, where even face-to-face, one could only vaguely make out a general outline, but not a clear face. The air was filled with the sweet scent of perfume and the aroma of alcohol.
Kael'thas suppressed his rage and surveyed his surroundings. Elven maidens, dressed in magnificent gowns, smiled as they entertained the human nobles, while goblins counted their gold coins with greedy expressions.
"Look over there," Lor'themar whispered a reminder.
Kael'thas followed his gaze and saw a human nobleman with his arm around the waist of an elven girl, walking upstairs to a private room.
"Go," Kael'thas said coldly, "Follow them."
The two stealthily followed him to a luxurious suite on the second floor. Kael'thas gestured for Lor'themar to stand guard at the door, while he took a deep breath and burst through the door!
"Enough! You filthy—"
His roar abruptly stopped.
Inside the room, an obese human nobleman was undressing on the bed, while the "elf girl" sat blankly on the bed, seemingly unaware of what was happening.
Enraged, Kael'thas strode forward and grabbed the human nobleman by the collar. "How dare you oppress my people?!"
"W-what?! I didn't! I paid!" the human noble exclaimed in panic.
Kael'thas sneered, "Pay? You think money can humiliate the dignity of an elf?"
After he finished speaking, he punched the other man in the face. The nobleman screamed and rolled off the bed, then lay motionless, presumably unconscious.
Kael'thas turned around, looking tenderly at the "elf girl" on the bed, and reached out his hand. "Don't be afraid, I'll take you away."
The Elf King's words stunned the other person, who stood frozen in place. The room was too dark for him to see the other person's face clearly, but in his imagination, she appeared frightened, a beautiful woman with a look of terror on her face.
Kael'thas stepped forward with pity and embraced the poor girl, holding her close and gently comforting her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you're safe now. I do this in the name of the Sunstrider." He gently patted her back as he spoke. It was just strange that her exposed back wasn't smooth at all, it was even a bit rough.
A sense of unease slowly crept into the Elf King's heart, for the "elf maiden" in his arms did not sob or cry out; instead, he heard heavy breathing, as if a battle cry was about to follow.
"Battle Cry?!" Kael'thas was surprised by his own thought. His fingers trembled, and he managed to cast a Light spell after two attempts. In the Arcane light, he gritted his teeth and finally saw the "elf girl's" appearance: a pointed chin, a long face, and wide lips...
The more he looked at the other person, the more he felt he resembled Troll. Looking closer, he still thought he looked like Troll.
Troll? Why does the "elf girl" he's trying to save look like Troll?
Holy crap, is this really a Troll? A Forest Female Troll? Oh, and a Troll with its fangs pulled out.
Kael'thas's heart nearly burst. He was holding a female Troll in his arms when a sudden thought flashed through his mind. After annihilating Zul'Aman, he had captured hundreds of surviving female Troll and their cubs, which were then sold to goblins for a high price. At the time, he thought he had gotten rid of trouble and preserved his reputation for benevolence. Now, however, he realized that the goblins would never do a losing business. It turned out that all the Troll Female Slave they bought were being used to impersonate elves and entertain customers in the red-light district.
His mind was still wandering when, under the lamplight, the Troll woman blinked, then suddenly gave a shy smile, before lunging forward and wrapping her arms around his neck, saying in broken Elvish, "Ah~ handsome elven sir~"
Kael'thas: "...?!"
He instantly bristled and instinctively tried to break free, but his foot slipped, and he and the female Troll rolled to the ground, getting tightly entangled in the blanket.
"Let go of me!" Kael'thas struggled, his voice trembling.
"No!" The female Troll hugged him tightly, "Didn't you come to save me?"
Just then, the door was flung open, Lor'themar rushed in. "Your Majesty! You're not—"
His voice abruptly stopped.
Inside the room, Kael'thas, disheveled, was pinned down by a female Troll, his face filled with terror, while the human nobleman, bruised and battered, huddled in a corner, trembling.
Lor'themar: "..."
Kael'thas: "..."
Female Troll: "?"
Three seconds later, Kael'thas unleashed an unprecedented roar, "Get out!!!"
Lor'themar slammed the door shut.
Kael'thas barely managed to break free from the Troll woman's embrace, scrambling towards the window and leaping out—the mighty elven king, forced to flee by jumping out of a window! Once outside, seeing no one around, Kael'thas immediately used Teleportation Spell to disappear into the Elven Nightlife Street.
Back at the Royal Palace, Kael'thas sat on his throne, his face ashen. Before he could even calm down, Verina appeared at the door.
"My lord, why are you covered in cold sweat? Where have you been having fun?" The leader of the Sindra walked in, her fingers glowing with Arcane light, a half-smile on her face.
"Ahem~" Kael'thas forced himself to remain calm, but suddenly felt a pang of regret. After eliminating the Troll, he had started meeting with this Sindra female leader frequently, and their relationship had almost crossed the final line. Now that she had caught him out of the way at the " Elven Charm Street," would it affect their relationship?
After taking a few deep breaths, the Elf King managed a weak smile and said, "It's nothing, just some political matters bothering me."
"I heard the girls in ' Elven Charm Street ' are quite unique, with Troll faces?" Verina didn't mince words. She had come to find Kael'thas after hearing about it.
"No, listen to me, I didn't, I—" Kael'thas was sweating profusely, but he didn't know how to defend himself.
To everyone's surprise, Verina didn't question or challenge them. Instead, she said disdainfully, "Don't worry about those goblin tricks. If you can't stand it, I'll take some men and burn that godforsaken place down. Come at me if you have a problem, my lord!" As she spoke, she leaned closer, face to face, staring at Kael'thas.
"No need, no need to be so intense." Kael'thas was taken aback; Sindra was surprisingly easy to talk to. He had thought he'd have to explain for ages.
Seeing Kael'thas so anxious he couldn't speak, Verina smiled gently, "Don't worry, don't worry, my lord. Whatever you say, I'll do."
As she spoke, she pressed the rising Kael'thas back onto the throne. She then knelt before him, gently kissing his hand. "Don't take any more risks. Promise me, okay? Such matters only require a command, and the people below will naturally handle them. You are the King of Quel'Thalas; you must be careful. My people and I, along with the Sindra, fled Feralas, all relying on your protection."
Kael'thas nodded. "Alright, I promise. I won't act so rashly again."
Upon hearing that the other party had agreed, Verina stood up, bowed to him, and took her leave.
Lor'themar came in after Verina left.
He stood before Kael'thas, his lips twitching as he desperately tried to suppress a laugh, reporting the information he had gathered to the Elven King.
"So after all that..." Kael'thas gritted his teeth, "The goblins didn't force the elves at all, they just painted over the Troll captives to impersonate elves?!"
Lor'themar nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. According to the goblins' private confessions, business in the park is so good that they can't find enough elves to provide special services, so they disguise the Troll they buy as elves. They even hired Elvish teachers to teach the Troll a few simple Elvish phrases, while the cubs are held hostage by the goblins, so these female Troll dare not resist. The goblins also promised the Troll Female Slave that they would be freed after five years of service. Therefore, the female Troll are very docile, with food, shelter, and even entertainment..."
Kael'thas rubbed his forehead and sighed deeply.
"What happened today..." He slowly raised his head, a murderous glint in his golden eyes, "... anyone who dares to spread this, I'll throw him into Eversong Woods to chop down trees with the goblins."
Lor'themar immediately replied solemnly, "Yes, Your Majesty."
(As for what he was really thinking, only God knows.)
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