Make Azeroth breathtaking

Dailin sighed.

"Usurpation?"

Jaina's face turned pale instantly; she knew what this action meant.

"The tricky part is that we can't find any evidence to prove that the Varian in Stormwind is a fake—neither the Queen, nor the Prince, nor even Duke Bolvar noticed anything wrong, which is a problem in itself—similarly, we can't prove that the Varian we found is really Varian, or perhaps just someone who looks very similar to Varian."

Daelin's words made Jaina's expression worsen further.

“If you didn’t think we’d found Varian, then you wouldn’t be attending this secret meeting, Admiral Daelin.”

“Yes, Mr. Gazlowe, my intuition tells me that the man lying in the Ratchet Medical Center is Varian... All I need now is some evidence.”

"He has nothing of value and has amnesia, so what could he possibly have as evidence?"

“Some things can’t be solved by amnesia, Jaina. You still have a lot to learn.”

After saying that, Dalyn looked at Tennys.

"Could you arrange a spacious room for me where I'll hardly be monitored, Ms. Tannis?"

"No problem, General Dalyn."

———————————————Medical Room————————————————————

The human man placed in the ward by Rega sat on the soft mattress, his unfocused eyes staring blankly at the snow-white wall. He tried his best to remember who he was, but all he could think of was a jumbled mess.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a human who seemed vaguely familiar but whom he couldn't quite place walked into the room. The human scrutinized him from head to toe, and this blatant gaze made him extremely uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he wanted to grab the chair next to him and hit the human in front of him.

"You, come with me."

Sensing the fighting spirit emanating from 'Varian' in front of him, Daelin frowned slightly.

"What do you want to do?"

Varian spoke hoarsely; his throat had not yet fully recovered.

"You want to verify something, something that's very important to you. Are you coming or not?"

After saying that, Daelin left the medical room. Varian hesitated for a few seconds before following Daelin. He had a vague feeling that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't follow.

———————————————Several hours later——————————————————

"Alright, I'm pretty sure. That kid is Varian, but for some reason he's only showing his recklessness and irritability."

Daelin wiped the sweat from his brow and sat back down in his seat in the conference room. Just now, in the room Tannis had arranged for him, he had tried every means to provoke Varian and had engaged in a friendly exchange between men using various weapons (the kind that led to Varian being sent back to the medical room). The result confirmed his suspicions: the various combat techniques Varian used were modified moves that had been passed down among the high-ranking nobles of Stormwind. Ordinary people could not possibly train these techniques into muscle instincts.

"So, the one in Stormwind is a fake? We must immediately notify the Stormwind Council of Nobles!"

Jaina immediately stood up from her chair, but Daelin glared at her and made her sit back down.

“Jaina, apart from what’s on his head, we have no concrete evidence to prove that he is King Varian, nor do we have any concrete evidence to prove that the one in Stormwind is not King Varian. If we rashly contact the Council of Nobles in Stormwind to explain the situation, I believe it won’t be long before we receive a document stating that Kul Tiras colluded with the orcish tribe, slandered the King of Stormwind, and deserves to be punished.”

"...Is there no other way?"

Jaina, having figured out the key point, was somewhat discouraged. She roughly understood that the enemy's goal was to destroy the possibility of the Alliance and the Horde signing a formal peace treaty. The problem was, she couldn't find any clues about the enemy.

"Wait."

Sal uttered a single word.

“That’s right, wait, it seems your mind works very quickly, Orc Chieftain.”

Without saying anything more, Dalin looked at Gazlowe and his daughter.

"I'll leave Varian in your Ratchet for now. I believe you can handle the task of concealing his identity."

"No problem, leave it to us."

————————————————A few days later——————————————————

Wearing clothes provided free of charge by the medical center, Varian sat blankly on the steps outside the lobby. Unable to recall his previous life, he began to consider his future path. However, he sadly discovered that he seemed unable to manage his basic needs in Ratchet, a city where land was incredibly valuable, in the short term.

Suddenly, a burly figure blocked Varian's sunlight. Varian was about to get angry, but when he saw that it was Rhaegar, his anger subsided considerably.

"What's the matter?"

Varian's impatient tone made Rhaegar frown in annoyance, but remembering Thrall's instructions, he suppressed his temper.

“Listen, I saved your life and I paid for your medical expenses, so for a long time, you will have to work for me and earn enough money to pay off the debt.”

As he spoke, he tossed a roaring wolf totem mask to Varian.

“I heard you’ve forgotten your name. From now on, you shall be called Logosh—the ghost wolf in the orc language. Wear the mask and do not remove it unless necessary.”

"What do you want me to do?"

Varian stared at Rega's face while simultaneously putting the mask on his own—he found himself unable to refuse Rega in this unfamiliar place.

"Simple, I heard you're very good at fighting, and my arena team just happens to be short of someone."

II. Gently Disturbed Vortex

"Huff... Inhale... Huff... Inhale...!!!"

Logosh gripped a heavy wooden two-handed sword tightly in both hands, breathing deeply, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Rhaegar standing opposite him, trying his best to capture his every move.

"Logosh, while you need to concentrate during battle, you can't be nervous, otherwise you'll..."

A thunderous sound rang out from Rega, and then Logos saw a one-handed wooden sword slashing towards him from left to right. He exhaled and raised his two-handed sword to meet the weapon.

"Being deceived by your own eyes."

Looking at the other one-handed wooden sword pressed against his neck, Logos sighed and dropped the two-handed sword in his hand, while Rhaegar also put the two-handed sword pressed against his neck back to his waist.

"After observing you for the past few days, Logosh, your strength, speed, and stamina are among the best I've ever seen in humans. Your combat techniques are not just fancy moves, but blood-stained techniques. However, your mentality... is terrible, extremely terrible. A warrior with a bad mentality won't go far."

Seeing Logos's displeased look, Rhaegar said nothing. Instead, he walked to the wall, picked up an ordinary one-handed sword from the weapon rack, raised it, and aimed it at a rock.

"Look carefully."

After saying this, the muscles on Rhaegar's arm holding the sword suddenly bulged, and the training sword he swung made Logos hear the whistling sound of air being cut.

"clang!"

The not-so-sharp blade of the one-handed sword collided with the stone, sending up a few sparks, followed by a crisp cracking sound.

"..."

Although Logos didn't speak, the flames flickering in his eyes clearly showed Rhaegar that he was very interested in the technique Rhaegar had just used.

"For a warrior, no matter how excellent his weapon, how sturdy his armor, or how honed his combat skills, if he cannot control his body, he will only ever exist as a second-rate warrior. The dividing line between a second-rate and a first-rate warrior is the ability to control one's emotions, and the most important aspect of controlling emotions is controlling anger!"

"Controlling anger?"

Logos paused slightly, vaguely feeling that someone had said something similar to him a long, long time ago, but he couldn't remember.

"Control your rage, transform it into your power, and unleash it upon your enemies. A powerful warrior can even use rage to do things that spellcasters cannot, like Grom Hellscream, the former chieftain of the Warsong Clan, whose final blow severed the cursed fate of us orcs..."

After saying that, Rhaegar gave a wry smile.

"Forget it, there's no use talking to you about this. There are still three months before the competition starts. You need to use these three months to learn how to control your temper and turn it into an asset in your battles. Only then can you pay off your debt."

After saying this, Rhaegar patted Logos on the shoulder and walked out of the training ground. Logos walked to the stone that Rhaegar had cut in two with his sword, knelt down, picked up the almost undamaged training sword, stared at its blade, and his gaze gradually hardened.

“I will show you how to control my anger, Rhaegar.”

——————————————Theramore Island————————————————————

On Theramore, Jaina was flipping through every book she could find related to magical curses, hoping to find a model of the magical curse on the King of Stormwind, but to her disappointment, she found nothing, not even a remote resemblance to a model.

'That's strange, what exactly is the effect of this curse?'

Jaina sat back down in her chair, puzzled, and began to think. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the communication crystal ball beside her was flashing slightly.

A few minutes later...

"I'm so sorry, Tanis, I was thinking about the curse and that's why I didn't notice it."

Seeing Tanis pouting with a very unhappy expression on her face across the crystal ball, Jaina hurriedly apologized.

"I'm looking for you because of that curse. I've already asked the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas to investigate, but they haven't seen any similar curse methods there either."

"...Quel'Thalas also has no information?"

Jaina was truly shocked. She knew very well that even though Quel'Thalas had been destroyed by the Scourge once, as the elven kingdom and the teacher of human magic, their records of magic were far more extensive than those of humans.

"Well, Archmage Romans said that the Blue Dragon might know something about this rare spell."

"Blue Dragon... I think I'll pass."

Jaina's lips twitched. She already knew that the duty of blue dragons was to maintain the stability of Azeroth's magical network, so the high-ranking members of the blue dragonflight were considered magically knowledgeable by mortals. They had even developed a slight acquaintance with the blue dragons because of Anveena's matter. But the crucial problem lay here—neither she nor Tanigue had a way to contact the blue dragons!

"In other words, the approach of using curses is currently pointless."

"That's right, Jaina. The curse is harmless for now, so let's observe it. According to Thrall, although Rhaegar is a novice shaman, he can suppress curses and buy time."

"That's the only way..."

Jaina nodded with a troubled expression. Seeing that Jaina's mind was still in turmoil, Tanis considered for a moment and offered a suggestion.

"How about we go to Stormwind Kingdom?"

"Ok?"

Jaina instantly understood what Tennys was trying to say.

"Sure! But when and what reason should we give for going?"

“Let me see… Hmm, in two weeks, a modified perfume and a set of modified cosmetics will be launched in Stormwind Kingdom from Ratchet. We can use this as an excuse to go.”

"That's your reason, but I can't use that reason to get away with it."

Jaina frowned, knowing full well that running over there without a reason would easily alert the enemy.

"You have your reasons! As the first model to use cosmetics and perfume, how about helping Ratchet City promote itself? Pretty good, right?"

"..."

Looking at Tanis, who was smiling like a little fox on the other side of the crystal ball, Jaina suddenly had an urge to teleport to Ratchet and throw a big fireball in her face.

III. The three people who met