Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 756: Envoy

Chapter 756: Envoy

This is not an illusion!

If she could send 10,000 people across the ocean to Theramore with just the fleet she had at her disposal, it would be a great achievement. If Lordaeron was plagued by natural disasters, she would have to learn from Duke and send people to a small island not far from the mainland, and then send them across the sea in batches, just like during the first battle of the Dark Gate.

Now, supporting her is the entire Stormwind Navy, plus the Kul Tiras Fourth Fleet, and the Edmund Merchant Fleet, a total of more than 1,500 ships of various sizes.

One hundred thousand refugees, plus fifteen thousand Theramore troops composed mostly of former Stromgarde and Gilneas soldiers, plus twenty thousand tons of various supplies, were transported here in such a magnificent manner.

Ten years ago, four- and even five-pole galleons improved by Duke became the mainstream in the Eastern Kingdom. In terms of speed and maneuverability, these new sailing ships were far superior to the Horde’s broken ships.

Jaina’s fleet, which set out two weeks later than the Horde, arrived at Kalimdor almost at the same time as the Horde. Coupled with the magic of cement, this allowed the Theramore Expeditionary Force to gain a foothold faster than the Horde. If you didn’t know, you would think Duke was setting a trap for the Horde to fall into.

After the fleet had finished unloading, Vice Admiral Jesse Farrell came to ask Jaina if she could return.

If the sturdy female general in front of her could be bribed, Jaina might not mind bribing her. Unfortunately, firstly, Jesse was Duke’s subordinate, and secondly, after nearly fifteen years of assimilation, the commander of the famous Bloodsail Pirates squadron had already become Duke’s diehard supporter.

Ruthless and a man who obeys orders strictly, Jesse is definitely a general that all high-ranking officials would like.

"Everything is fine here. I will set up a magic teleportation array as soon as possible to keep in touch with the alliance. You can go back and give my regards to Lord Edmund."

After sending Jesse away, Jaina sat on the top floor of the newly built Mage Tower, overlooking Theramore, which seemed like a huge construction site, and the coastline dotted with tents. She then looked at the pile of "Swamp Survival Manuals" compiled by Duke himself piled up in the room, and suddenly sighed.

"Damn it, is Duke really a prophet? He has thought of everything. I don’t feel challenged at all!"

Aegwynn beside her teased her: "Have you finally realized what kind of opponent you will face if you want to fight?"

Jaina shrugged. "Two months ago, I was determined to be a good Ms. Edmund."

"Hehehe!" Aegwynn remained noncommittal.

"Okay! Now it’s time to say hello to the Horde." A hint of coldness flashed in Jaina’s eyes. The next second, when Aegwynn was about to remind her, she controlled her emotions very well: "I know what to do. I come for peace and cooperation. Before the Alliance and the Horde really have irreconcilable conflicts, I will be at ease to be a good pioneer and Alliance goodwill ambasaador."

The high elf that Aegwynn transformed into nodded: "It’s good that you know. After all, the Alliance and the Horde are too different. Since humans and orcs were once mortal enemies. The elves who have rejoined now have thousands of years of grudges against the trolls. If the Scourge is still there, perhaps under common pressure, the Alliance and the Horde will temporarily cooperate. Once there is no external force, I’m afraid..."

Jaina walked to the window and stared north. "I know what to do. If necessary, I can use some magical tricks that the orcs cannot understand."

Time passed, and less than a week after Thrall sent Grom’s Warsong Clan north to Ashenvale, he unexpectedly received news - an envoy from the Alliance was visiting!

Thrall’s heart stopped beating for a moment. The first thing that came to his mind was Duke’s prophetic eyes that seemed to be able to see through the future.

He tilted his head and asked Vol’jin beside him: "What do you think?"

Although the time was short, Thrall already liked to listen to Vol’jin’s advice. The orcs were a brave tribe, and there was no shortage of brave warriors among them. Unfortunately, the braver the warrior, the less likely he was to be a good manager or leader.

It was not until he was truly with his compatriots that Thrall truly understood why Orgrim valued him so much.

There are too few wise orcs, and too many stubborn ones!

The appearance of Vol’jin, who is wise and knows how to judge the situation, has largely made up for the lack of wisdom of the Horde’s high-level leaders. Now in the Horde, Vol’jin’s status has been virtually ranked fourth, below Grom and Varok Saurfang, and even above the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof.

In response to Thrall’s question, Vol’jin sorted out his thoughts and answered, "According to what you said, the Alliance is also troubled by the terrifying army of the dead - the Scourge, and is even on the verge of collapse. If this is the case, the Alliance envoy should not come to declare war. The details will only be known after we meet in person. We are also lacking intelligence on the continent of Lordaeron."

Vol’jin paused and said, "However, letting Lord Saurfang prepare the army for war can be a precaution."

Thrall nodded, and Varok immediately understood and went down to organize the troops.

Varok and Brox are brothers, two powerful orc warriors from the Blackrock Clan, who have never been defeated on the battlefield. Of course, this may be related to the fact that they have not yet faced the strongest paladins of the Alliance.

Unlike Brox, who is a strong soldier, Varok has more leadership skills. Also known as Overlord Saurfang, Varok has served the Horde since drinking the Blood of Mannoroth with Grom Hellscream.

He led the Horde in the siege of Shattrath, Stormwind City and other wars, and never lost a battle until the end of the Second War.

When Orgrim Doomhammer led the Horde during the First War, he appointed Saurfang as his general after seeing his efficiency and brutality on the battlefield.

Rumor has it that Saurfang once cut three human knights in half with a single swing of his hand.

After Orgrim was killed by Arthas, Thrall promoted Varok, who is now the chieftain of the small Blackrock clan.

The meeting with the Alliance envoy was held at the large construction site in Orgrimmar. Although Vol’jin advised Thrall that it was not appropriate to let the Alliance see through the Horde, Thrall shook his head and refused.

"Orgrimmar is too big to be hidden. So why not show the Alliance how magnificent the new city that will become the center of the Horde is?"

Just like that, surrounded by five thousand orc warriors, Thrall welcomed the woman whose fate was supposed to be entangled with his—the Alliance ambassador Jaina Proudmoore!

In the eyes of most orcs, they look down on human women.

With such a slender waist, wouldn’t it break in just two strokes?

Such a small butt, it will prick your flesh after a few slaps.

The breasts are not much bigger than pears. Ah, there must be no milk when giving birth.

This Alliance envoy Jaina is so fucking ugly!

Feeling the disdain from the bottom of his heart from his own orc guards, with some orcs even cursing at a volume of 100 decibels that Jaina was an ugly woman, Thrall’s brows kept twitching.

Alas, the differences in aesthetics brought about by different races and painting styles are too painful to bear!

As a man who grew up among humans, Thrall fully accepted human aesthetics and, like any adult human male, was shocked by Jaina’s breathtaking beauty.

You have to know that after being stolen out of Holden Keep by Orgrim and going to Brill, Thrall was still a slave gladiator.

As he was growing up, as if by fate, he met a servant who had immigrated from Hillsbrad and had a daughter named Taretha Foxton.

She is a little girl who has never seen war. Because of the death of her biological brother, she protects Thrall, whom her parents help to take care of, as a substitute for her brother. She is not afraid of this green-skinned orc at all. She often teaches Thrall, who knows nothing about human society, many things in private. She smuggles various books to Thrall without telling her owner to read so that he can increase his knowledge. She also secretly exchanges letters with Thrall for many years.

Taretha behaves not only like a kind mother, but also like a good sister who takes good care of her younger brother, cultivating Thrall’s excellent leadership character of both tolerance and dignity.

Although Thrall was separated from Taretha when he broke free from Brill’s cage, at this moment, for some reason, he always felt that Taretha’s voice, appearance and smile overlapped with the Alliance female envoy in front of him.

Thrall sat on the rough throne of the Warchief, opened his arms, and spoke in the standard human language with Lordaeron accent: "Hello! Messenger of the Alliance, I am Thrall, the current Warchief of the Horde. May I have the honor of knowing your name, beautiful Lady?"

No one expected that Jaina bowed slightly and answered in the standard Blackrock clan orc accent: "Good day, Warchief Thrall. I am Jaina Proudmoore, princess of the human kingdom of Kul Tiras, leader of the Kalimdor pioneers, and ambassador of the Alliance!"

As soon as these words were spoken, almost the entire orc guard became excited.

Proudmoore! A brutal surname second only to Edmund among the older generation of orcs!

The old warriors who experienced the Second Battle of the Dark Gate might not understand why Duke was the mastermind, but they certainly understood that it was the fleet of a man named Proudmoore that buried hundreds of thousands of elite orcs in the sea.

Not only that, the woman in front of me claims to be the pioneer of Kalimdor! ?

Does this mean that the despicable humans first tricked them out of the human territory, and then came to encroach on this new land, which, although barren, is regarded by the orcs as their own backyard?

The orcs were clamoring.

However, when Thrall suddenly raised his hand, all 5,000 orcs in the audience fell silent instantly. Even though many green-skinned orcs blushed, no one made any more noise or threatened Jaina.

The orders were not carried out to this extent, and even Jaina, who was used to seeing the elite of the Alliance, was secretly shocked.

Thrall’s voice sounded again, this time he spoke in Orcish: "Although I really want to say ’welcome’, the word welcome is only used for our own people and friends. I just wonder whether your purpose of coming here is war or peace?"

Jaina shook her head slowly. "Warchief Thrall, the Brill where you grew up is still a paradise for the dead until the moment I speak to you. The war is not over at all, it’s just that it’s not a war between the Alliance and the Horde, but a war between the living and the dead."

If the silence just now was the silence of breathing heavily and suppressing anger, then the scene now has evolved from silence to complete silence.

Almost every orc gasped.

From the somewhat frustrating fight in Dalaran, to the wounded orcs who were constantly transformed into gray-skinned undead, every orc present had experienced the horror of the undead army.

Even on the ships that came here, there were still some orcs who concealed their injuries and turned into undead halfway through, harming their compatriots. There were thirteen ships that became ghost ships floating on the endless sea because their captains were soft-hearted or careless and failed to control the undead or disinfect them.

Thrall and Vol’jin exchanged a glance, then nodded to Varok, who was leading the army. He stood up, raised the Doomhammer high, and announced to the orcs: "Let’s put aside the grudges between the Alliance and the Horde for the time being. In order to let the dead rest in peace and let the living continue to have the right to survive, I declare that this Alliance envoy is a friend of the Horde! Everyone, disband!"

The Horde’s 5,000-strong army scattered in panic.

Let Jaina feel relieved a little.

Vol’jin made a gesture of invitation and led Jaina to follow Thrall into the Warchief’s tent that was three people tall.

Thrall sat down on the most gorgeous raptor skin in the tent, and when he asked Jaina to sit down, Jaina did not hide her disgust, flicked her fingers lightly, and a chair made of pure ice suddenly appeared under Jaina’s buttocks.

Stopping the guard, Thrall frowned slightly and asked, "Lady Proudmoore is a mage?"

"Yes! Grand Magus!"

Although he didn’t understand the meaning of sending a high-profile envoy like a female mage and princess, this could not stop Thrall from being curious about Jaina and the current situation of the Alliance.

Without knowing the situation on the other side of the sea, Sarr was now at a loss. He hoped to meet a diplomatic envoy who was more inexperienced than him, which would give him more initiative in the next negotiation.

Thrall was indeed very smart and had seen the human world. Unfortunately, many things in the world were not equal. Having spent a long time in Lordaeron, a technologically backward country, he could not understand how advanced the technology in the southern part of the continent was.

Also because of the asymmetry of information, he was unable to judge the intention of Jaina’s next words.

After all, Thrall is just a fifteen-year-old boy. No matter how talented he is, there is still a huge gap in experience between him and Jaina.

It would be better if Orgrim was still there, but unfortunately, the only advisor around him was Vol’jin, who had only a vague understanding of human society. Although Vol’jin at this point in time was wise, he was just a country bumpkin who had just escaped from the jungle of Stranglethorn Vale.

When Jaina spoke, Thrall and others were perfectly lured.A truly excellent lie that can deceive people must be nine-tenths true and one-tenth false.

As long as you can deceive people on the most crucial point, that is real success.

Jaina did a good job of portraying herself as a half-baked pioneer who climbed to a high position by relying on her powerful magical abilities, in line with her noble status.

In the subsequent conversation, she intentionally or unintentionally revealed the alliance’s predicament.

"Although I don’t want to admit it, I must be honest. The Alliance is in the biggest crisis since its founding. The capital of Lordaeron, the former leader of the Alliance, has fallen due to the rebellion of the fallen prince. The current situation is that the king of Lordaeron has been killed, and two-thirds of the territory has fallen into the plague. Dalaran was destroyed, and Antonidas was captured and turned into a great lich. Stromgarde was destroyed, and King Galen Trollbane of Stromgradee was turned into an undead. Gilneas was collapsed and forced to release endless werewolves from the Emerald Dream..."

If we ignore Jaina’s deliberate disclosure, this was undoubtedly an extremely stupid act of exposing one’s own shortcomings at the diplomatic level.

A weakened alliance will undoubtedly weaken its bargaining chips in negotiations.

On the other hand, this can also be a disguised way of warning the enemy.

Countries like Lordaeron, Dalaran, Stromgradee, and Gilneas were all countries that dealt a heavy blow to the Horde during the last Dark Gate War. The bravery of the soldiers of these countries is still imprinted in the hearts of many older orcs.

However, these powerful countries were all destroyed. It is conceivable how brutal the Scourge was.

In the orcs’ imagination, the capital fell and the king was killed or turned into undead. This was definitely a state of complete destruction of the country.

The orcs’ intuition is amazing, coupled with the mysterious shamanism, if Jaina tells lies, Thrall will see through it in a minute, and then it will be no fun.

It just so happens that every word and every situation that Jaina said is true, which makes the rest of what Jaina said seem more like a justification to cheer herself up. For example:

"But we are not afraid. We still have the strongest commander of the Alliance, Edmund Duke. He and the Stormwind army led by Lord Lothar, together with the tank lions of Ironforge, a total of 200,000 troops, are landing in Southshore. We will definitely recapture the entire Lordaeron continent."

Does Thrall care about Duke?

Certainly!

But at this moment, Jaina, the Oscar-winning actress of this year in Azeroth, has already led Thrall and his men into a trap. How could Thrall know that the situation on the continent of Lordaeron is not as bad as they imagined?

The next scene is even more exciting. Just as Jaina seemed to be complaining unilaterally, Varok came in and said, "Warchief, a human guard insisted that he had very important news and wanted to interrupt your meeting with the Alliance envoy and inform the Alliance envoy directly."

Thrall: "Let him in."

An Alliance guard entered the tent under the leadership of Varok. He hurriedly whispered something to Jaina, and then Jaina trembled all over, gritted her teeth, and looked like she was determined to confess: "The latest news is that the Scourge used the support of the traitors of the Silvermoon Council to raid Quel’Thalas with a teleportation array. Now Silvermoon City has been destroyed, and the King of Quel’Thalas, the Grand Magus Anasterian Sunstrider, has joined the Scourge and become a great lich."

Finally, Jaina added: "I knew the Scourge was targeting the high elves. I just didn’t expect it to be like this."

Jaina’s bitter and embarrassed look made the young Thrall’s heart soften.

At this time, Jaina said, "It is precisely because of the fear that the situation on Lordaeron will collapse, and if things go wrong, even Stormwind and Ironforge in the south will not be able to be defended, that Commander Edmund sent me to lead the first batch of refugees to cross the Endless Sea to the west and establish a refuge on Kalimdor. This time I came to ask the Horde, for the sake of being a fellow living being, not to attack the refuge established by the Alliance on Theramore Island for the time being."

As soon as these words came out, Thrall, Vol’jin and other tribal leaders suddenly felt a sense of resonance as they were all wanderers in the world.

It turns out that the once extremely powerful alliance has become so miserable!

For a moment, even Thrall and others felt heavy in their hearts.

After Jaina laid out a bunch of meaningless non-aggression pacts between the Alliance and the Horde, Thrall politely asked Jaina to go and rest first.

The next period of time, of course, was a closed-door meeting of the tribal leaders.

Thrall spoke first: "What do you think of this alliance’s proposal?"

Varok Saurfang gestured at the rough map in the tent. The map in the hands of the Horde was so rough that there was no trace of it. There were only the coastline and a few general areas that were like ghostly characters. Except for Durotar, which was a little clear, the Barrens in the west, the StoneTeron Mountains further west, and the Dustwallow Marsh in the south were all very blurry.

Varok gestured for a long time, then frowned and said, "Too close!"

Yes, Theramore is too close to the new capital of the Horde, it is like hanging a sharp dagger around its neck. If the Alliance and the Horde go to war, starting from Theramore, the Alliance fleet can sweep the entire east coast of Durotar and the Echo Islands where the trolls live within three days.

Thrall said nothing, he looked at Vol’jin.

The troll leader spoke: "As a messenger, she must have a lot to hide. But everyone has their own secrets in their hearts. My intuition tells me that every word she said is true."

Varok nodded. "I think so too. We have all seen how terrifying that damned undead army is. It is not surprising that such a result would occur."

Thrall let out a breath of foul air: "Then we have a conclusion. Let’s accept this group of Alliance for the time being. In case something goes wrong in the future. We should first destroy the Alliance in Theramore and not give the Alliance a bridgehead to enter Kalimdor."

Half a day later, Jaina returned to Theramore with a five-year non-aggression pact between the Alliance and the Horde. Coincidentally, when she returned, she found that the magic communication array with the Eastern Kingdom continent had been completed, so she sent the message back and attached what she saw and heard.

In her bedroom, Jaina washed her feet in a basin placed in the middle of the room, humming happily: "Hehe! Let me develop with peace of mind and nail Theramore in Kalimdor! Stupid orcs! You bunch of dirty greenskins are only worthy of drinking this princess’s foot washing water."

At this time, an abrupt voice came: "Well, you did a great job this time. Thrall should really drink your foot washing water."

The sound almost frightened Jaina to the ground.