Winning Her Over

Garona felt the tent flap fall, listening intently to the conversation between the hunched Trolls and the Orcs outside. After overhearing the mention of torture, she subtly twisted her wrists, trying to free her small hands from the ropes binding her. However, she noticed that the conversation outside stopped after the Orcs's questioning. 🐸☆ ♢🍬

Garona carefully stopped binding her hands, concealing the sound of the ropes binding them, then turned to look at the Trolls who had just had the curtain lifted again and entered the tent in front of her.

"I won't untie you for now." Zul'ra looked at the female Orcs in front of him who appeared normal, and pursed his lips slightly. Gaodier had said that he could torture this female Orcs, but he hadn't used that idea for two reasons.

First, Garona's tragic fate prevented him from taking action. Even if he didn't need to do it himself, he felt awkward giving the order. Second, this female Orcs was always closely associated with the Guardian Medivh in every version of Warcraft. The importance of the second reason outweighs the first. He doesn't deny that he's afraid of Medivh.

"Scared?" Garona looked at the towering Trolls in front of her and couldn't help but let out a mocking smile, revealing a few sharp teeth at the corners of her mouth.

"Think what you want. I'm here on behalf of the New Horde to ask you a few questions." Zul'ra stopped Gaodier, who was about to get physical. Medivh wasn't a coward.

"Why should I answer you?" Garona scoffed.

"Then how will you answer me?" Zul'ra asked seriously.

"..." Garona looked at the serious-looking Trolls in front of her with some surprise.

"Speak! State your conditions." Zul'ra took two steps back and half-squatted down, looking directly at the bound female Orcs. Her face appeared yellowish-green from a distance, but upon closer inspection, there were some easily overlooked purple markings. Her eyes shone with light, and the pupils beneath the light were also purple—a result of her Draenei bloodline.

"I have no needs!" Garona looked at Zul'ra, who was looking at her straight on, with some annoyance. She saw pity and scrutiny in the eyes of this straight-backed Trolls. Only the weak need pity, and those who pity others are also weak at heart.

"That's good. Let me ask you first, what are you planning to do here?" Zul'ra looked at the somewhat annoyed female Orcs, somewhat surprised. She was quite reasonable!

"Murder," Garona uttered a single word.

"Who should we kill?" Zul'ra asked.

"The warlord here." Garona was too lazy to ramble on about anything else.

"Bolvar?" Zul'ra said with some surprise, and asked again after Garona did not object.

Why did you kill him? Who sent you?

"..." Garona remained silent because she couldn't answer. She had a magical contract with someone, and if she revealed information she shouldn't, she would suffer immense pain.

"Why aren't you answering?" Zul'ra blinked.

"No, I don't want to answer." Garona wanted to say "no" directly, but then felt weak, so she changed it to "I don't want to."

"No, you signed a contract with someone?" Zul'ra was surprised again. There really was such a magical contract in this world, which could establish rules and regulations between the two parties. However, since ordinary people could not use this kind of magic, and the methods were too complicated and easy to bypass, he only knew about it from hearsay.

"Hmph!" Garona snorted coldly, neither denying nor admitting it.

"Let me guess, who sent you? You used to be Gul'dan's subordinate, and now you can still command your..." Zul'ra speculated. Garona was a very arrogant and capable assassin; only a powerful and familiar person could restrain her.

"I thought you'd say 'slave,' Gul'dan's slave." Garona interrupted Zul'ra, feeling utterly disdainful of his description of her as "Gul'dan's subordinate," considering it hypocritical, as the Orcs of the Horde had never taken her position seriously.

"I've heard some things about you. It's not quite right to describe your status as a slave. You've done some things for Gul'dan, so it's also accurate to say you were his subordinate." Zul'ra shook her head, denying Garona's words, and then continued before Garona could speak.

"Let's put that aside for now and get down to business. The people who can command you are probably some of your old friends, Gul'dan's former subordinates, that two-headed Ogres Cho'gall, and his cult, Twilight's Hammer. I can tell from your expression." Zul'ra looked at Garona's expression and confirmed her guess.

"Why don't you think Cho'gall died along with Gul'dan? Orgrim sent troops to wipe them out back then." Garona was somewhat surprised by the Trolls's accurate guess, but still stubbornly retorted.

"Your information is a bit outdated. The Horde attacked Twilight's Hammer a few months ago and got word from them that Cho'gall is still alive." Zul'ra smiled slightly.

"Those monsters never reveal information to others." Garona's surprise deepened. She was indeed controlled by the Twilight's Hammer, and therefore knew the madness of those Twilight devotees. They would rather die than reveal information about the Twilight's Hammer.

"Yes, not to others, but to our own people!" Zul'ra said with a hint of pride. Although the Twilight Cult had caused some losses to the Horde, those Twilight Cult members had revealed a lot of their secrets to him in order to accelerate their development in the Horde. Currently, all the major leaders of the Twilight Cult have been wanted by him.

"You should wander around the crowds more; that way, you might find out if there are any bounties offered by Horde for Cho'gall in the market."

"..." Garona looked at Zul'ra, seeing his smug expression, and said nothing.

"Besides you, are there any other assassins?" Zul'ra looked at Garona, who remained silent, and asked after a moment's thought.

"That's all." Garona shook her head. The Twilight's Hammer had indeed suffered a significant loss. She was sent out this time because of her Orcs blood, which allowed her to infiltrate the Allied forces, assassinate Bolvar, and sow discord within the Allied forces. However, she hadn't expected the Kor'kron's military organization to be so tightly controlled compared to the Old Horde, which led to her being directly exposed and captured.

"So what do you plan to do in the future?" Zul'ra couldn't be sure if the news was true or not, but although Garona had some dark history, she was a talent that the Horde could recruit.

"What? What do we do?" Garona snapped out of New Horde Twilight's Hammer, looking up at Zul'ra.

"Why don't you come back to the Horde? You're not Gul'dan's lackey, and you're very capable. The Horde needs someone like you right now," Zul'ra invited earnestly.

"You dare to take me in?" Garona looked at Zul'ra suspiciously.