Theramore, Mage Tower.
"Ha ha! This is too entertaining! Nearly two hundred Orcs died, and over a hundred were wounded. Most of them are crippled, missing arms or legs." Jaina vented her delight at the Orcs' fate in the secret chamber.
Deren sat beside her, while Tyrande sat opposite them. She was studying a grenade.
"It's a pity the Orcs are so tenacious. The Goblin Guild reported that the Orcs they treated yesterday mostly survived after nothing more than basic wound bandaging and a little potion. There was no large-scale wave of deaths." Jaina had not experienced either of the two wars against the Orcs, so this was her first time witnessing their resilience despite such devastating casualties.
Deren consoled her. "Surviving is where the nightmare begins. Let Thrall worry about these cripples. If he wants to maintain his image and show loyalty and compassion, he can't abandon his wounded and crippled compatriots. But if he wants to avoid wasting the Horde's resources, he should abandon them."
"Exactly! I really want to see Thrall's expression when he sees so many crippled Orcs." Jaina could not help growing excited at the thought.
"Wait, Advisor Deren. This weapon called a grenade is so powerful. Can you sell us some?" Tyrande was clearly less interested in the fact that several hundred Orcs had been killed or wounded than in the weapon that had caused it all.
"That... might be difficult." Deren hesitated. Tyrande had watched yesterday's operation from afar at the scene, so she knew about Theramore's new weapon. She had come today partly to ask about the Orc casualties and partly to request this weapon.
The moment Tyrande heard that, she pulled out a bag of gold coins and slapped it onto the table. "Name your price. I need a lot of