Chapter 93 - A Drastic Change in History

At this moment, Duke had a million thoughts racing through his mind.

Thoughts going in one ear and out the other, trampling all over his heart.

Even though Duke knew he would respawn, he still didn't want to die if he could help it. Especially with all the weird shit that's been going down lately, Duke's internal alarm bells were ringing loud and clear, warning him not to take unnecessary risks.

After looking through his battle records, Duke realized that he had encountered the 'Seven Deadly Sins' for the second time.

He didn't know what the rest of the 'Sins' were, but he couldn't count on them all being advantageous like 'Anger' and 'Arrogance'.

According to the history that Duke knew, the assault on Karazhan ended with the victory of Khadgar, Lothar, and Garona. Khadgar successfully killed the oblivious Medivh with a single sword strike, becoming the greatest mage in all of Azeroth.

Even in the rebuilt Stormwind of later times, there was a huge statue of Khadgar at the city gates.

So in Duke's opinion, the best way to approach an operation like the assault on Karazhan was to just follow the crowd and let someone else do the heavy lifting.

But now, the historical figure who dealt the fatal blow to Medivh, Khadgar, was gone.

The same Khadgar who had been Duke's legendary mage companion since he first set foot in Draenor on the sixth day of the game.

Duke remembered how amazing Khadgar was.

During the long questing process, Khadgar would often demonstrate to the mage players the pinnacle of spellcasting.

He'd use his wide range Frost Nova to teach the orcs manners and how to be decent people.

He'd use his space magic to immobilize all the enemies, and then leisurely start teaching.

He'd even teleport hundreds of people at once, leaving the players in awe.

He even managed to stare down legendary assassin Garona's ice box and didn't even bat an eye.

To players and denizens of Azeroth alike, Khadgar was like an immortal beacon standing tall in a foreign land, silently guarding their peace.

And for enemies threatening Azeroth - whether it be the Burning Legion or the Horde - Khadgar was their nightmare.

Duke had no ill feelings towards Khadgar. He didn't even see him as competition or anything.

But even so, this Khadgar - this huge goldmine of a future asset - was dead?!

"How are we supposed to handle this?!"

Duke was feeling a bit disheveled.

King Llane and Anduin didn't seem to have much of a reaction. But then again, they weren't prophets, and they couldn't have known that Khadgar would become such a badass in the future. They were just making judgments based on the most straightforward situation at hand - that Khadgar was a young man with potential, a disciple of Medivh, and a newly appointed Archmage.

In war, all lives become cheap, even to the point where they are measured in gold, victories, or numbers.

Perhaps to them, if Khadgar, who was like a tiger to his companions, didn't die, he would be suspected of being a spy.

"A female orc who speaks fluent common? Interesting," King Llane remarked with obvious interest.

Lothar provided an objective response, "Indeed, we have many prisoners, but firstly, we cannot communicate with them, and secondly, these orcs are all very aggressive. Either they attack the guards with all their might or they commit suicide. We simply cannot obtain any useful information. To this day, we have very little information about their origins, composition, total strength, and other critical details."

Llane chuckled and invited Duke, "Very well, my young aide, are you interested in coming with us to see what this orc is all about?"

"Of course!"

If he didn't miscalculate, the female orc who arrived should be Garona, the half-orc who became famous in history for killing King Llane.

Duke felt uneasy about Garona. She was, from her own perspective, just a pawn, a tragedy resulting from a relationship between an orc warrior and a Draenei female who had been abused. Her character was not bad, and for the most part, she had the kind heart of a Draenei.

But Duke was well aware of what Gul'dan and his Shadow Council had done to her.

Garona was nothing more than a puppet. When necessary, Gul'dan could control her body anytime, anywhere, making her carry out all kinds of cruel actions against her will, while remaining in a clear state of mind.

Therefore, her kind nature became her most perfect disguise.

The danger of an assassin lies in their stealthy skills.

Although there is a distinction between assassination and open killing, Duke always felt that so-called open killing was more like a great general taking an enemy's head in the midst of an army.

Garona was clearly an assassin.

In that magnificent conference hall, Llane received Garona to his right, with Anduin Lothar standing beside him, and Bolvar Fordragon standing to his left. And standing beside Lothar was Duke.

Seeing Duke so easily gain the trust of Llane and Anduin, Bolvar was quite surprised. But the focus now was on the orc who came uninvited.

Duke was also surprised by Garona.

Unlike the game where they're all big and brutish, this Garona I saw was quite seductive.

Apart from her green skin and small fangs that looked like tiger teeth, she looked like a wild human beauty.

She only wore a roughly cracked leather armor on her chest and left shoulder, with a short skirt made of animal skin tied around her waist, and completely barefoot with a pair of long, muscular legs that displayed her athletic physique.

Her toned muscles were on full display, not just her abs but even her pelvic muscles were clearly visible.

Ignoring the glittering spears pointed at her by more than a dozen guards of the royal family, she curiously looked around the magnificent council chamber. Every intricately carved chair and the exquisite murals on the circular ceiling depicting the seven kingdoms of Azeroth, dwarves, elves, trolls, and various creatures were the focus of her attention.

She was like a curious baby observing everything in the human world, but little did she know, the human council members were also observing her.

There was an unusual silence in the air.

After a while, as if feeling that it was a waste of time, Lothar spoke, "I heard you can speak human language fluently?"

"Garona, my name is Garona." Her answer was a bit out of context.

"Uh, okay."

"Khadgar said that humans always introduce themselves by their names first." Garona interrupted Lothar directly.

"Alright then, I'm Anduin Lothar."

"Are you the chieftain of the Stormwind clan?"

Stormwind clan? Chieftain?

Lothar looked utterly confused.

"I'm...I'm not..." Lothar couldn't finish his sentence before Garona interrupted him again.

"If you're not the chieftain, then I have nothing to say to you." Garona's thinking was simple and straightforward.

Even Llane couldn't help but chuckle, but as a king, he had to maintain his dignity and said loudly, "I am the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind - Llane Wrynn."