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While Jaina hesitated, Tanyas had already answered for her.

"You just want to achieve something to show your father, right? After all, as a royal child, living in your father's shadow your whole life is something you can't tolerate."

"..."

Jaina remained silent.

"The second option is that you need to prove to your father that you have the ability to make decisions and have reached the threshold of a mature leader. In this way, your father will not choose to solve the problem for you, but will act as a safety net to help you sweep away the trouble when you can't solve the problem."

What should I do?

Jaina looked at Tannis with a puzzled expression. She finally understood Arthas's feelings back then in front of Stratholme.

"Ask me, it's no use. Ask yourself. Your father came for you, so you have to prove to him that you can solve problems in your own way even without him."

"I see."

Jaina's gaze hardened as she looked at Thrall.

"High Chieftain Thrall, can we discuss how to face my father?"

XI. The Decisions of Ratchet

Ratchet, Gazlowe's office.

After learning from Tanys that the orcs had commissioned Ratchet to rebuild Orgrimmar, and that Daelin had brought the main Kul Tiras fleet to sweep through the city, Gazlowe decisively abandoned the halfway-open Gadgetzan financial group meeting and returned to Ratchet.

"That Daelin, he really knows how to stir up trouble... coming all the way to Kalimdor to cause chaos..."

Looking at the report submitted by Tannis, even though Gazlowe had been working in the Gadgetzan Consortium for so many years, he still felt a headache coming on. Ratchet and the Orcish Horde had established a stable and profitable trade route, and as the Orcish Horde expanded in the future, Ratchet would inevitably earn more money from there.

On the other hand, the existence of Jaina's Theramore Island can also bring a series of benefits to Ratchet. The most important and primary benefit is that Ratchet can use Theramore Island's port as an intermediate supply point, reducing the pressure on sea voyages. This allows fleets to carry more goods to other areas of Kalimdor for sale. In other words, for Ratchet, the existence of both the orcish Horde and Theramore Island is, at least for now, beneficial and harmless.

"There's nothing we can do about it; after all, all dads are the same."

Tanis rested her chin on her right hand as she said something that made Gazlowe's expression subtly change.

"Yeah, yeah, all stupid dads are the same. By the way, Tanis, what decision do you think Jaina and Thrall will ultimately make?"

Tanis helplessly spread her hands.

"Clearly, Jaina is prepared to go against her father on this matter. After all, her Isle of Theramore is the culmination of her desire to prove her ideals, which contradict her father's. So even if she knows her father is here for her sake, she can't act according to Admiral Daelin's wishes. After all, she is a member of the royal family, and the characteristic of royalty is that they are particularly rigid in their beliefs. Thrall can't avoid the admiral's challenge either; if he does, the Horde, which has finally settled down, will fall apart."

"So, this foolish father will get beaten up by his rebellious daughter teaming up with what he sees as humanity's enemy? Admiral Daelin will be heartbroken knowing his daughter's choice."

"There's no way around it. Jaina knows Thrall as the orcs, while Admiral Daelin knows the old Horde. Both sides' ideologies have their merits, but both sides' ideologies also have their flaws."

"You're right, neither side is wrong, but both are also wrong—one is too extreme, and the other is too naive."

Gazlowe sighed and looked at Tannis.

"Tannis, due to the unique position of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras in maritime trade, unless an unforeseen and intolerable event occurs, Ratchet must maintain its neutrality on the surface in any potential localized conflicts. For the time being, refrain from contacting Jaina and Thrall. I will assign someone to handle the Orgrimmar situation, as it may have to be postponed for a while... Also, if Admiral Daelin formally notifies us after the war begins, it's likely that some of the goods sold to the orcs will be difficult to transport by sea..."

Gazlowe rubbed his temples in frustration, pondering how to minimize the losses, until a goblin knocked on the office door and entered with a small crystal.

"Baron Gazlowe, our ship has wrecked."

————————————A few minutes ago, the ocean————————————

"Full sails! Full sails!!!"

The owner of the medium-sized merchant ship, the Happy Kodo Beast, the goblin Snook Copperbolt, screamed madly, gripping the helm tightly with both hands, his face showing an expression of unprecedented terror.

"Mr. Snooker, the wind is so strong right now, why are we raising the sails to full?"

A human sailor who had just boarded the ship pulled the sail while watching Slok, who seemed to have gone mad.

"Are you blind? Didn't you see the fleet over there?"

“I recognize those ships. They are Kul Tiran warships, not pirates.”

“Boy! Didn’t you notice that after we raised the Ratchet flag, they didn’t raise the corresponding Kul Tiran navy flag? This means they don’t want to use the Kul Tiran army’s identity when facing us! I’m worried they have other ideas…”

Just as Slok was explaining to the human sailor, he heard the screams of the sailors on the lookout post.

"Boss! They've raised the flag! It's a black flag!"

This news plunged Slok into despair. Before he could even decide what to do, two cannonballs struck his ship precisely near the waterline on the lower side, creating two large holes. Seawater gurgled into the ship, and it was clear that the Happy Kodo was doomed.

"Damn it... these bastards, didn't they ever consider using a milder method from the start? Thankfully, the Ratchet Insurance Company recently included pirate raids in their coverage... hopefully they'll treat the Kul Tiran fleet's actions as piracy..."

Ignoring the sailors frantically lowering the lifeboats, Slok carefully took out a small mechanical device from his person and pressed a button. Instantly, an antenna extended from a wooden box mounted on the watchtower, transmitting the entire scene back to Ratchet via radio waves.

"Okay... I heard that this way I can get some compensation... which will prevent me from going bankrupt..."

Slok, finding joy even in hardship, took one last, wistful look at his ship before leaping into a lifeboat.

———————————————Kul Tiras Fleet————————————————————

"It seems your gunnery has deteriorated, Glennis. My order to you was to fire warning shots to force them to stop, not to sink them now."

Dai Lin put down his binoculars and turned his head slightly to look at his side. Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with a ashamed expression.

"General, I..."

"While undergoing paladin training, we seafarers must not neglect our essential skills."

After criticizing his captain of guards in a slightly reproachful tone, Dalin turned and walked off the bow of the ship.

"Keep moving forward. If we encounter other non-alliance ships along the way, we should deal with them as usual. We cannot reveal our route."

————————————————Ratchet————————————————

"Slap."

Gazlowe turned off the projector and looked at Tannis.

What do you think?

"It is only right and proper to send a note to General Dailin, demanding that he apologize for this matter and make compensation."

Tanis quickly answered Gazlowe's question.

"That's right...it's only natural."

Gazlowe waved his hand, summoned one of his personal guards, took out a piece of paper, quickly wrote a personal letter on it, and sealed it.

"Take the helicopter to Daelin's fleet, deliver this letter to him, and make sure he gives Ratchet an explanation."

12. Dai Lin's reply

early morning.

As the sun slowly rose, its rays tore through the morning mist and fell upon the barren and arid land of Durotar. The sea breeze stirred the sand on the beach, bringing with it the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield.

Landing ships sliced ​​through the sea and crashed onto the beach, completing the beach landing. Kul Tiran's elite sailors, armed with sharp blades, jumped off these small boats and quickly began to occupy the beach. Some used the supplies on the boats to build bonfires on the beach and heated some containers on them, while others formed small teams with weapons and began to explore the surrounding environment.

In the distance, sailors and soldiers still on the warships were tying large quantities of war supplies, already tightly sealed in wooden crates, to empty wooden barrels and throwing them into the sea, so they could be hauled ashore later. Everything was proceeding smoothly and methodically.

"General, there were indeed those green-skinned beasts around here. We killed them all except for this one."

A human soldier with a resolute face pushed an orc who had been blinded in one eye, had his fangs broken, and whose hands were tightly bound, to Daelin's front and kicked the orc in the back of the knee.

Kneel down, you beast!

"You...you traitors! Humans!!!"

Despite being covered in wounds, the orc stubbornly stood still, refusing to kneel.

“I don’t remember when we made a pact with beasts, monster. Tell me the location of your tribe, and I can grant you a swift death.”

Daelin drew his sword and held it to the orc's neck.

"As expected! You pinkies are not trustworthy, the Great Chieftain will..."

Before the orc could finish his threats, Daelin chopped off its head with a single sword stroke. The headless corpse sprayed blood everywhere before falling straight onto the beach, instantly turning a small patch of sand dark red.

"Send more men to search the surrounding area and kill any greenskins who might discover us."

Daelin, who had kicked the orc's head away, casually shook the blood off his sword and took out a silk cloth to carefully wipe away the remaining bloodstains.

"Yes!"

Watching the departing soldiers, Daelin sheathed his sword. Just as he was about to leave, the sound of a rotorcraft in the air caught his attention. He looked up and saw a flying machine with the Ratchet symbol on its side slowly descending, and a goblin's head sticking out of its window, waving a letter in its hand.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Admiral Daelin, Ruler of Kul Tiras! Lord Gazlowe of Ratchet is very dissatisfied with the recent actions of your fleet and wishes to receive your formal reply!"

————————————————A few minutes later————————————————————

"A formal apology, punishment of those involved, and compensation?"

After quickly glancing at Gazlowe's handwritten letter, Daelin lowered his head slightly, looking at the goblin standing in front of him with his hands behind his back and a serious expression.

“That’s right! Lord Daelin! Although you are a high-ranking admiral of Kul Tiras, sinking the ships of Ratchet without justification violates international norms.”

"Oh?"

Dai Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, that cargo ship's destination is the orc tribe. Don't forget, the war between us humans and orcs has never stopped."

"Ratchet is a member of the Gale Consortium, a neutral force recognized by all seven human kingdoms. Your war is none of our business. Therefore, your actions of sinking Ratchet's ships and failing to actively rescue your crew members who fell overboard are a violation of our rules."

The goblin frowned, staring fearlessly into Daelin's eyes.

"So, your baron thinks I would apologize for something like this? Punish my men and compensate you with a ship?"

Dalin laughed, gently shook the handwritten letter Gazlowe had given him, folded it up and put it away, then took out his pen and placed a piece of paper on his lap.

"Please wait a moment, I need to take some time to reply to your baron."

————————————————Letter dividing line————————————————————

After watching the Ratchet aircraft disappear into the distance, Golanis, who was standing beside him, knelt down on one knee in shame before him.

"I'm so sorry, General, it was my mistake."

"No, it's not your fault, my captain of the guard. These green-skinned dwarves have helped the orcs countless times in the past wars. Not to mention, without their help, the orcs would never have been able to escape here and have had the opportunity to recuperate. The goblins keep saying they are neutral, but they are going against the Alliance everywhere."

After saying this, Dalin turned to look at his fleet, his expression gradually darkening.