World of Warcraft fanfiction - Jaina 1-3

The Alliance, Dalaran.

This colossal city, built of magic and suspended in mid-air, has always been a source of
immense pride for Alliance mages. Its thick walls, towering towers, and
violet make it a dream destination for every Alliance apprentice mage, a
mysterious and unattainable realm for ordinary people. A grand ceremony taking place in the city's central square
adds even more splendor to the city.

This is the annual Apprentice Mage Graduation Ceremony. As the cradle of Alliance mages, Dalaran
has nurtured generations
of outstanding mages who provided powerful support to the Alliance army on the battlefield, writing countless legends. From Archmage Antonidas to the powerful
Astral Mage Medivh, and later Rhonin, Khadgar, Kael'thas, and many other resounding names,
Dalaran has become renowned, the most prestigious gathering place for mages in the Alliance and even throughout Azeroth.
For an apprentice
mage is the highest honor. Therefore, it's easy to understand
the beaming smiles and even dancing excitement of the apprentice mages at their graduation ceremony; for them, this significance surpasses even weddings and
coming-of-age ceremonies. Among these soon-to-be mages, the most eye-catching is
a tall, graceful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty standing at the front.
Unlike the chattering crowd around her, she stands quietly, like a lily, serene and peaceful, her gaze wise and profound,
a slight confident smile playing on her lips, appearing so otherworldly. This is Jaina
Proudmoore .

As the beloved daughter of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, the Alliance's naval overlord, Jaina received much attention and affection
from a young age . From commoners to nobles, everyone
praised this clever, lively, and humorous little girl. As time went by, Jaina blossomed into a
graceful and budding young woman. Her captivating beauty, elegant demeanor, and graceful figure made her the envy of everyone in the Alliance
, from royalty to commoners. Countless young heroes were willing to
go through fire and water to win a smile from this beauty. But it would be a grave mistake to think Jaina is merely a pretty face who relies on her family background and looks.
On the contrary, she never sought preferential treatment based on her father's fame,
but rather aimed to achieve success through her own efforts. And she did—as an apprentice mage,
she mastered the mage skills that normally take five to six years to acquire in just over three years,
and was considered one of the most promising young mages in the Alliance. Her two favorite phrases perhaps
reveal the secret to her success: "Shh—I'm thinking." "I also..." "One must constantly learn." If
Jaina truly differed from others in any way, it was that, as a
young woman in the bloom of youth, she remained oblivious to the boundless attention and care of the handsome men around her.
Some of these men were the prince charming in the hearts of many girls, and even the dashing and handsome
future heir of the Kingdom of Lordaeron—Prince Arthas Menethil—was deeply enamored with Jaina.
But our beautiful mage rendered the poor Prince Arthas's countless flirtatious glances and sweet words utterly futile
. Those who envied Jaina said she was pure and refined, those who were jealous said she was pretentious,
and believed her heart already belonged to someone else. The true reason, however, was known only to Jaina herself, and
others could never fathom it.

Chapter One: Durnholde

The story begins four years ago.

The Second War ended in utter defeat for the orcs,
fought With the Dark Portal destroyed, the defeated orcs were unable to even
return to their homeland, Draenor. To manage tens of thousands of orc prisoners, humans established numerous
internment camps , the largest being Durnholde Keep. Here, orcs were
imprisoned, enslaved, and some fared relatively better, being trained as gladiators to
earn .

Durnholde Keep, the arena.

"Excellent skill! I bet the orc wins, 50 silver coins!" On the sun-drenched open
ground , a tightly packed crowd shouted. Below the walls was a square
arena surrounded by walls, and the shouts were driven by the two creatures battling within—a raging
adult Bloodfang Boar and an orc clad in leather armor wielding a sharp axe. The already enraged Bloodfang Boar had become even more furious
after its previous attack failed, while the orc on the other side presented a stark contrast.
He remained calmly in a defensive stance, half-bent over, holding his axe in one hand, blade down,
his eyes fixed intently on his opponent a dozen paces away. As expected, the Bloodfang Boar roared again and charged towards the orc
. The rumbling ground proved to the surrounding audience that this beast's attack was
a desperate gamble . The orc, however, remained seemingly sluggish and motionless. Everyone thought that if this continued, the green-
skinned creature would eventually be pierced through by the boar's sharp tusks. But at this critical moment, the orc, like
a ghost, swooped down and lunged forward, plunging his body under the boar's forelegs. At the same time, he
forcefully raised his axe, and with the boar's momentum, the sharp axe blade sliced through the Bloodfang
Boar from neck to waist, as if cutting through butter. The boar, now a corpse, continued to roll on the ground
for several feet before stopping, leaving a crimson trail of flesh and entrails behind it. After a few seconds of stunned silence, the crowd
erupted in thunderous cheers. The bettor who had placed the bet earlier was now smugly pleased with
his win. Such a scene was rare indeed. Having brought immense suffering to the various races of the Alliance,
orcs were a universally despised and hated race in Azeroth. People avoided them, even seeking
to exterminate them, let alone cheer for an orc like this. Logically, the winner in the arena
should have been enjoying his unique reward, but his expression remained indifferent, oblivious to the surrounding noise and commotion.
The crowd ignored him, silently making their way to their huts. His movements, expressions, even his breathing were
remarkably natural. If it weren't for the mangled boar carcass behind him, a reminder that he had just survived a life-or-death
duel, everyone would have thought the orc was simply returning from a walk. However, the orc didn't
notice a pair of large, curious, and excited brown eyes fixed on him in the noisy crowd
. If he knew how those eyes would affect him in the future, he would certainly have paid closer
attention.

"This is its 50th consecutive victory, and in its current state, this record will likely continue
," Blackmore—the owner of Durnholde Castle—said smugly, puffing on a cigar
.

“That depends on who its opponents are, or more precisely, what kind of…things,”
said the naval officer opposite him, his dark green uniform and cap identifying him. “If it’s used to cut down those
mindless, reckless beasts, I admit it’s quite adept. But if it’s used against the elite soldiers of the Alliance
…” The officer made no attempt to hide his disdain.

“Come on, buddy, you know I wouldn’t do that,” Blackmore interrupted. “The battle between
the Alliance and the Horde has just ended, and I don’t want to reignite people’s hatred. Besides, you know, this green
-skinned fellow is special; it might be of some use to me.” Blackmore’s tone indicated that the topic was
off, but neither of them expected that soon after, the officer’s prediction would become a reality, and the
outcome would far exceed their expectations.

“Why do you call it ‘it’?” asked the blonde
girl .

“Oh, my dear,” the naval officer said, “you know, orcs are no different from beasts.
They’re all simple-minded, muscle-bound animals, nothing more.”

“But I don’t think so, at least not about that orc you were just talking about. I could sense in his
eyes that he had thoughts, and could even be called…intelligent!” the girl insisted.

These two men of considerable status certainly wouldn’t pay much attention to a girl’s opinion, but the girl’s
innate sensitivity and judgment led her to the correct conclusion. This girl was none other than the future
renowned Alliance mage Jaina Proudmoore, and the naval officer was her father, the famous
Admiral Daelin Proudmoore. Jaina was arguably the first human to attempt to understand orcs
and treat them as complete equals—both mentally and physically.

Midnight, Southshore.

It was early summer evening. After the inn's bar closed, the townspeople, still somewhat lingering,
staggered back to their lodgings in the slightly sweltering breeze. Amidst the clatter of dishes and glasses as waiters cleared the way, the inn
returned to its tranquility, until the first rays of sunlight broke through the silence the next day.

But this time, the tranquility was short-lived. The inn's back door opened quietly, and a figure darted out
before the door closed silently again. A cloaked figure silently and
swiftly crossing the lush meadows of Hillsbrad Foothills and arriving at Durnholde Castle to the north. The cloak
obscured her face, making her features indistinct, but her build and gait suggested a
slender, tall woman. Under the cover of darkness, she quickly approached the castle wall and nimbly
climbed a tree nearby, in a well-hidden spot. Her fluid and efficient movements indicated that this
was no ordinary person. The lush foliage made her figure blend seamlessly into the canopy, making her impossible
to spot as long as she lay motionless .

If someone were to knock on the door of the single room on the second floor of the Southshore Inn, closest to the end of the corridor, they would
find it empty. The guest was a young woman registered under the name Jennifer June, but
for someone seeking to conceal their identity, this was obviously a false name. The innkeeper and other guests
would never guess that this young woman was none other than Jaina, the daughter of a renowned admiral, and that she—at this
hour, when she should have been peacefully asleep—was lying prone in a tree several miles from the inn.

Jaina was intently observing the orcs imprisoned in the castle. Her willingness to
brave the loneliness, cold, and lurking dangers of the night to observe the orcs for several days was entirely
driven by her curiosity and thirst for exploration. These green-skinned creatures, disgusting and terrifying to most, seemed to hold an extraordinary attraction
for . Admittedly, they appeared ugly and rude, yet exuded
a primal, wild aura that gave the young girl an unprecedented sense of excitement. Although the orcs
' dwellings smelled terrible, comparable to cattle sheds and stables, for Jaina, this smell held an inexplicable
allure, and she longed to immerse herself in it. If others knew of her thoughts, she would surely
be seen as an outsider or even a traitor, so she could only keep these feelings deeply hidden in her heart.

However, through her observations over this period, Jaina discovered that the orcs here seemed drowsy,
moving slowly, with dull eyes. Their listless spirits contrasted sharply with their rugged, wild appearances, making it impossible to
associate them with bloodlust and murderous intent. Except for one orc named "Thrall." Although his
behavior seemed no different from the other orcs, his eyes—bright and piercing, revealing courage and determination,
and occasionally showing a confusion that seemed to stem from contemplation—made Jaina have no doubt that he possessed hidden
wisdom , a view she had expressed to her father and Blackmore earlier in the arena. As
Jaina recalled Thrall's unusual appearance, the door of a shed opened, and the orc named Thrall
emerged. He was shirtless, with a dirty linen scarf draped over his shoulders and leather shorts on his lower body. He went
straight to the well in the center of the clearing surrounded by sheds, drew a bucket of water from it,
washed his hair with his hands, and then used the scarf to dry his upper body. The water flowed over
his strong, powerful physique, making his body gleam in the moonlight.
Jaina stared intently at the orc's powerful body, feeling the wild strength and beauty. A strange
excitement quietly gathered within her, an excitement that made her feel a tingling sensation all over her body, and her limbs convulsed uncontrollably.
With a "snap," the branch beneath her broke, and she fell to the ground, caught off guard. Jaina mustered all
her courage to stifle the scream that was already on the tip of her tongue, but the soft soil beneath the tree protected her from serious injury.

This unexpected incident made Jaina decide to end her spying for the night. Just as she got up, brushed the dirt off herself, and prepared
to leave, a voice came from behind her: "Who's there? What are you doing?" Jaina turned around and
saw a soldier in armor standing under the tree, looking at her. At his feet were his helmet and a short sword,
and the insignia on his chest indicated that he was a sergeant major. "Uh, I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm just... uh,
just taking a walk around. I'll be right back. I apologize again."

After confirming that the other person was alone and a young woman, the sergeant major's tense nerves relaxed
, and he even began to feel a sense of joy. His name was Iglov, and he was responsible for guarding Durnholde Castle
. Tonight, it was his turn to patrol. However, given the current condition of the person he was guarding, Igorov felt there
was no need for tight security. After assigning his men the same routine patrol duties, he found a place
to take a nap. He chose this tree for the same reason Jaina did, and that's how the two
met under it.

The long-term guard duty had left the sergeant with few opportunities to be with women, and his boundless energy
often left him feeling stifled. Now, in the desolate wilderness at night, a
beautiful young woman had inexplicably fallen from a tree, which he felt was a gift from heaven. Even better, the girl only
apologized , completely unaware
of the dangers she, as a young woman, might face alone in the wilderness at night encountering an adult man.

Faced with the girl's flustered apology, the sergeant realized the situation was completely under his control.
He said, "Oh, my dear, you don't need to apologize at all. I feel very
lucky , and in a few moments, I'll be the one apologizing. But I can guarantee one thing: if you
cooperate enough, we'll both feel very happy!" Seeing the girl's confused
look , the sergeant was certain she was a complete virgin, and very likely a virgin at that! "It seems that to dispel
your confusion, I can only explain it to you with actions!" With that, the sergeant pounced on
the girl in front of him with excitement. Jaina had no idea that the person who was just talking would suddenly pounce like a leopard. Before she could
react, she was knocked to the ground, and her cloak turned into a mat. The thin
dress under the cloak made the subsequent process exceptionally simple. With a "rip," the dress instantly turned into two pieces of
rags scattered on the grass on both sides of the girl, and her naked body looked exceptionally radiant in the moonlight. To
prevent his "prey" from escaping, the sergeant straddled the girl's crotch and did the same to himself
, quickly and deftly removing his own clothes. Being able to maintain his straddle while skillfully removing
his own trousers was quite an achievement for the sergeant; it seemed he was no stranger to this sort of thing.

Without time to admire the beautiful body beneath him, the sergeant leaned down and kissed the girl's lips. One hand
kneaded her breasts, which, though not fully developed, were already beginning to take shape, while the other hand
moved , passing through the sparse pubic hair to her legs, where his rough fingers
rubbed the small fleshy clitoris above her labia. The inexperienced Jaina was completely bewildered by this series of events.
Her tightly sucked, making it hard to breathe; the strong smell of tobacco and bad breath made her nauseous.
The intense stimulation from her chest and lower body caused her unbearable pain, but within
this very similar to the feeling she had when she spied on orcs bathing. Jaina didn't realize this was
lust, but lust had already quietly taken control of her.

After teasing the girl's lips, breasts, and clitoris simultaneously for a period of time,
the sergeant knew that the girl beneath him had lost the strength to resist, even giving up the will to resist—
the sticky fluid on the hand teasing her clitoris was proof enough. He stood up and stepped back, spreading the girl's
legs , hooking her knees, and placing her long, shapely legs on his shoulders. His hands
repeatedly caressed her thighs and calves, feeling the smooth, soft skin. If the sergeant had
paid closer attention to the only covering the girl's body—her delicate cloth shoes—he would have noticed
the anchor-shaped insignia of the Kul Tiran navy and the Proudmoore family crest embroidered on them, signifying her extraordinary
status. However, the darkness and rising lust made him completely ignore these details. The
shoes ruthlessly removed and tossed one by one into the bushes beside the girl.

Finally, after caressing and kneading the girl's legs, the sergeant's rough hands
reached the already very moist valley between her thighs. The pink labia and tightly closed vaginal opening indicated that this place had never
been visited. Knowing that his penis would be the first "guest" to enter this alluring cave, the
sergeant was incredibly excited. He guided his rock-hard penis, pressing
the engorged glans between the two tender labia. Although Jaina was inexperienced, she had gleaned a vague understanding of

"that thing" between men and women from snippets of conversation . Combined with the hot, hard thrusting against her lower body, she finally understood what the man on top of her was about to do and what fate awaited her. She began to struggle, but the sergeant, already with his weapon loaded, wouldn't allow any trouble. His hands, like the pincers of a killer crab, firmly held the girl's round buttocks from both sides of her slender waist. His voice trembled with extreme excitement: "Come on, my darling, look at my face, feel my flesh, I've taken your virginity, my name is Ego ..." 　　Just as the sergeant was about to introduce himself, his swollen penis about to penetrate the girl's tender orifice, a muffled thud came from behind him. The sergeant's body stiffened, his words and movements abruptly ceasing. Then, his body fell forward like a tattered sack of rice, pressing down on Jaina. The stones that fell onto the grass as the sergeant collapsed indicated the cause of his unconsciousness. Jaina could feel the man on top of her still had a heartbeat and faint breathing, indicating he had only been knocked unconscious; his penis was still attached to her.

The sensitive spot was touched, but it had completely lost its previous ferocity, becoming soft and yielding, offering no concern that it might
penetrate any tightly closed orifice.

Faced with this sudden "cessation," Jaina's astonishment and surprise were no less than those
of the "beginning" just minutes earlier. She forcefully pushed the naked man off her and found herself standing about ten yards in front
of behind the sergeant major. In the moonlight,
she recognized him as her observation subject—the orc named Thrall. Jaina rubbed
her eyes , finding it incredible. He had been bathing in the internment camp just fifteen minutes ago, and now he stood
before her, as if the towering walls and layers of guards of Durnholde Castle didn't exist.

For an ordinary woman, she wouldn't have felt any better off than before; after all, facing an orc
alone was far more dangerous than facing a human, even if this human had almost crossed
the line of morality. But Jaina was different. Her deep interest in orcs had already made her somewhat
fond of them, especially this particular orc, who was far more unusual than she seemed. And now, it was this orc who had saved
her, so Jaina was certain he wouldn't harm her.

"You saved me? How did you get out? If you could get out, why didn't you run away?" Faced with
Jaina's barrage of questions, the orc was clearly surprised. He
answered in a language that sounded slightly awkward to humans but was incredibly fluent from an orc's perspective: "Uh, ma'am, before I answer your
questions, could you please put on some clothes, or at least cover yourself up a bit?" Only then did
Jaina realize she was still naked. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly bent down to look for clothes, only to find
two tattered pieces of cloth that had once been her dress. Fortunately, the cloak spread on the ground was still intact. Jaina
picked it up and wrapped it around herself. The rough fabric and the dirt and bits of grass clinging to it made her
skin itch all over. To her surprise, while she was doing these things, the orc deliberately turned
his head away, only turning back when she finished. This almost gentlemanly behavior
increased Jaina's liking for him and further convinced her that
the common perception of orcs as barbaric and bloodthirsty was completely wrong. The orc's behavior was a hundred times better than the naked boar man lying on the ground
.

“If you consider my actions to be a rescue rather than an disturbance, then yes, I saved you,”
the orc said. “This man is called Iglov, a guard here.
I spared his life because he hadn’t done anything too bad and even taught me a few sword moves. Besides, if a guard were to mysteriously disappear, it
would definitely not be good news for us. He will wake up soon and
return to the camp before dawn, before the night patrols finish their shift. Given his condition when he woke up and the dishonorable
thing he did earlier, he will definitely keep quiet about what happened tonight.” Listening to the orc’s calm, clear, and logical
words, Jaina was utterly astonished. She was now certain that this orc before her was mentally no different from
a human, and even possessed wisdom and strategy. “As for how I escaped,” the orc
continued , “did you humans think this ‘castle’ you speak of could hold me?” He glanced disdainfully at
Durnholde. “The walls here are like sheepfolds to me. I can go wherever I want
, humans, as long as you show up here for headcount every morning.”
Jaina his fierce performance in the arena and his precise long-range stone throw just now
strongly corroborated his claims.

“Then why didn’t you just run away? Why did you come back?” Jaina asked. “Before answering that
question, lady, I want to ask you a question first,” Thrall said. “Why do you climb the trees near the castle to spy on us at almost the same time every night
? If I remember correctly, this is
the fifth day, including today.” “You…you know everything?” Jaina said in surprise. She thought her actions were
very discreet, but this orc knew everything. Jaina felt
ashamed, like a child who had made a mistake. “When you observe others, others are also observing you; that’s what our ancestors told
us . So, human, you haven’t answered my question yet,” Thrall continued. “Actually, there’s no
particular reason. I’m just very curious about you orcs, and I want to observe you as closely as possible, to understand
you. I don’t think you’re just savage, bloodthirsty beasts as others say, and today’s
conversation with you has only strengthened my belief,” Jaina said. She was utterly impressed by the orc’s perception,
judgment, and insight, feeling that any attempt to conceal anything from him would be futile.

Hearing Jaina’s words, it was Thrall’s turn to be surprised. This woman
had risked all sorts of dangers at night for several days, coming alone to this extremely unpleasant place, simply because of her curiosity?
At first, Thrall thought she was an assassin or a spy, but seeing her demeanor and skills, and the “incident” that had just occurred
, completely dispelled that idea. If her actions were merely driven by curiosity,
then what an intense curiosity it was! In Thrall's experience, humans generally viewed orcs with disgust
and contempt, with some even suggesting the extermination of all orcs. This human girl's intense
curiosity could be interpreted as affection. This
piqued Thrall's interest; clearly, her attitude towards orcs differed significantly from other humans
.

"So, what have you observed these past few days?" Thrall asked. "I find you all,
well, somewhat unexpectedly quiet, even a bit... listless, except for you, of course,"
Jaina carefully chose her words, avoiding any hint of disdain. "As you can see,"
Thrall replied, "that's why I keep leaving and returning. After the battle, my
people underwent inexplicable changes; their movements became sluggish, their minds dulled, as if
they were aging rapidly at a visible pace. I've tried to gather information everywhere, hoping to find
the cause of all this and free them from this state as soon as possible. This loss of mind is far more terrifying than imprisonment."
It will make us lose hope! I will not leave until I find the cause and a way to save my people. Thrall

's words deeply moved Jaina. This young orc—even the youngest among them
—beared such responsibility and mission. Clearly, he wasn't doing this at someone else's request, but
out of bond and concern for his people. He was willing to risk his life for them and give up his own readily available freedom.
Humans, on the other hand, who could so readily betray their beliefs and even turn against their own kind for their own selfish gain, arrogantly
called themselves a civilized race. For the first time, Jaina felt the ignorance and hypocrisy of humanity… Trying to bring
her thoughts back to the present, Jaina could tell from Thrall's furrowed brow that his investigation wasn't going well. It was easy to
imagine that if people saw an orc in broad daylight, their first reaction would be to lock him up in an internment camp.
Expecting Thrall to ask questions like a seeker of knowledge was impossible. His only chance was to lurk in crowded places like
taverns and overhear a few words undetected—and then he would be even more
disappointed. Jaina bet Thrall's only gain was a few drinking games and bawdy jokes.

"I'm willing to help you." "Jaina answered without hesitation. Facing Thrall's wide-eyed gaze, she continued
, "You are my savior... uh... my 'savior,' and I
sincerely admire your noble purpose and heroic act of saving your people. However, what you've done is too dangerous, and it's clearly not going to be effective.
I have a library card for the Stormwind Royal Library and am a regular there. The books there are
all-encompassing ; I think I'll find something useful." Hearing Jaina's suggestion, Thrall fell into thought.
Was this truly an opportunity, or—a trap? To this human woman he had just met, he had already
revealed his secrets without reservation and was entrusting the fate of his people to her?
Was too reckless? Thrall didn't have time to think further and quickly responded, "Then, madam,
if you can indeed find some useful information, you will be a benefactor to me and my people. I will
be . Of course, your intention to help me is already a great favor to me."
Thrall ultimately chose to trust her; an instinctive intuition told him he should do so,
as if were predestined. " Take this," Thrall handed Jaina a simple-looking but exquisitely crafted
bamboo whistle. "When you blow it, it will sound like a nightingale, and only I can discern the subtle differences between it and a real
nightingale's call. When you find something, return here and use it to contact me. I must go now.
Good luck, and good luck to me and my people! Oh, and before you go, don't forget to clear the ground and
leave no clues." Meanwhile, Thrall glanced at the tattered cloth that had once been his dress on the ground and the two shoes in the distance.
Jaina's cheeks flushed again. Just as she bent down to pick up the cloth and put her shoes back on, Thrall had already nimbly
and silently scaled the city wall. It was hard to imagine that such a large body could
move . Thrall intentionally didn't ask her name. Given the current tense situation,
knowing her name would only be detrimental to her if things were exposed. Thrall wasn't afraid of the torture in the detention center, but he could
n't control what he might say in his sleep. After Jaina finished packing and quickly left for Southshore,
everything returned to calm, leaving only our Sergeant Igrove lying naked and quietly
enjoying the cool summer night breeze.

In the days that followed, a regular visitor appeared in the reading room of the Stormwind Royal Library. This studious
visitor always arrived at the library early, using a ladder to select the books he wanted to look up from the tall bookshelves, and
wouldn't leave until very late. Finally, such... After four days of this, at dusk on the fifth day
, the guest, contrary to her usual behavior, hurriedly left the library, boarded the nearest gryphon, and arrived in Southshore.
After checking into the inn, she quietly awaited the night.

This was Jaina. Clearly, through her research over the past few days, she had obtained her results. The ability to
find what she wanted so quickly and efficiently amidst the vast and complex books demonstrated Jaina's exceptional
learning ability. Finally, as night fell, a seemingly
ordinary nightingale's song echoed in the night sky above Durnholde Castle, and the two met again under the tree.

Facing Thrall's questioning gaze, Jaina eagerly revealed her findings: "I learned from
a book describing demons that Eredar people who use magical energy, after long-term immersion in magical power,
if imprisoned and without a goal to fight for or strive for, will become depressed and listless,
just like you are exhibiting now. This is the result of magical energy accumulating within them, unable to be released."
"Although
andthe Eredar the effects
of magic energy on all creatures are likely the same. I've heard that you orcs drank demon blood imbued with magic energy before invading Azeroth, which is what made you bloodthirsty and belligerent. Currently, your
situation in the prison is clearly similar to that of the Eredar in the book, and thus you exhibit the same state."

Hearing Jaina's words, Thrall fell into deep thought: "Is it due to magic energy? If so, it also
explains why I haven't experienced this change—my parents didn't
drink demon blood before coming to Azeroth." He deliberately used "came" instead of "invaded," expressing his
negative attitude towards the war itself. "According to you, changing this situation requires a goal to strive for. So
what can we do? The prison won't let us duel like we do in the arena, and I
doubt they'll even fight anymore." Seeing Thrall in trouble again, Jaina said with a hint of pride,
"If you think I only got this much information after spending five whole days in the library, you underestimate me. I
also found a solution. The accumulated magical energy in the body can be expelled through bodily fluids, and
the most , and therefore the most effective, method of expelling it… well… is through
the bodily fluids secreted by the carrier during sexual intercourse with the opposite sex, specifically, through the semen of male individuals and the… vaginal fluids of female individuals." At
this point, recalling the wet
sensation , Jaina blushed slightly. She composed herself and continued, "So, as long as you can get your brethren…"
"Enjoy yourselves, hmm, the pleasures of love, and you'll be full of energy again."

Thrall had expected her solution to excite him, but he showed no
sign of happiness, maintaining his previous stern expression. "Is there a problem?" Jaina asked. "It
doesn't a difficult thing, does it?" "Under normal circumstances, it would be easy, but right now,
Durnholde only holds male orcs." Hearing Thrall's words, Jaina realized she had overlooked
this crucial issue. "But I've heard that some internment camps hold female orcs, haven't they?"
"That's right, those are the internment camps in Lordaeron. Even if I get to distant Lordaeron and return before dawn,
even if I send the message there, they'll face the same predicament—only female
orcs are held there!" Thrall said in frustration, slamming his powerful fist against a nearby tree, causing leaves to fall.
"It seems humans already knew our solution." (At this point, I know what you
filthy fellows are thinking. Orcs respect tradition and cherish honor.
Those of you who shout "Lilies bloom under Brokeback Mountain" can go to sleep. Of course, this is also for the sake of later plot developments—author's note.) Faced with Thrall's
distress , Jaina felt helpless. It seemed this path was blocked. "Don't worry, perhaps there's
another solution," she comforted Thrall. "Please forgive my outburst. I shouldn't have
demanded so much from something unattainable. Thank you for everything you've done for me," Thrall said.

Back at the inn, Jaina's frustration was no less than Thrall's. Unconsciously, she had connected
Thrall , and even the fate of all the orcs in the internment camp, with her own. "Is there really no other way
?" she wondered. "Perhaps I should study more."

This time, neither of them had to wait long. Two nights later, the young orc and the human girl
met again outside Durnholde Castle. This was their third secret meeting. Unlike last time,
Jaina brought bad news: " I heard that the Alliance has no intention of continuing to support
the huge expenses incurred in maintaining these internment camps. They are preparing to close them one by one within a month. " "Upon hearing this news,
Thrall was shocked. He fully understood what this meant for him and for the orcs here. 'Closed'
was merely the polite word of those hypocritical bureaucrats; in reality, it meant
the end of the lives of hundreds and thousands of orcs imprisoned in all the internment camps. Although he could
save his life by securing a gladiator position in the arena with his clear mind and exceptional martial skills, Thrall did not want to live such a humiliating
life Yes, he would refuse to beg for mercy from humans and would die with his people with their last dignity!

'In that case,' Thrall said, 'my people and I will face our fate, lady. Thank you
again for everything you have done for me and for all of us. I am glad that it was you, and not anyone else, who informed
me of this news.'

'No, Thrall, it won't be as you say. You will escape from here, find a place to live,
far from the Alliance's sphere of influence, rebuild your home, and eventually find your place in this world,'
Jaina said. 'The scene you described, lady, has played out in my mind countless
times. '" "But that's impossible. As you and I have seen, all the orcs except me are affected by demonic
energy; they can only live in a daze until death. And perhaps this is a kind of
relief ." "No, your brethren will be just like you, full of life and courage. You will take up
arms of resistance and firmly grasp your own destiny in your own hands, at least that's how it will be for the orcs here—after
they've been through my body!"

"You... what did you just say?" Thrall was shocked once again; every
time to bring him surprises. "I mean, I'm willing to help you, and... all of you.
I, in terms of gender, am also a woman, or, more broadly, a... female. Although there are many differences in size and
appearance , physiologically speaking, I meet all the requirements of your female kind, and therefore,
I can fill the gap of the lack of female orcs here."

Thrall was surprised because he didn't know that Jaina had brought not only the devastating news of closing the containment facility,
but also her own solution. If she had hesitated at first, after hearing Thrall's words , she made up her mind completely. This
orc, considered lowly and contemptible by humans, was willing to die for his people
without hesitation , and she could save him and
all the orcs here with only a little pain. What was there to hesitate about? Besides, recalling
the tingling and exciting feeling she felt in her lower body during the "Iglov Incident," Jaina was almost certain that what she would have to endure was far more than just
pain.

"Madam, do you know what your words mean? You've already done so much for us; there's absolutely no
need for you to make such a great sacrifice." "I say this because I'm willing to do it. These
days with you have allowed me to see you orcs in a new light. You are not the bloodthirsty, murderous people the outside world portrays you to be. You
are a race that cherishes honor and values your fellow human beings. And the noble qualities you display—uprightness, courage,
and fearlessness —far surpass those of most humans I've ever known." "I believe that when you gain your freedom,
break free from the control of magic, and regain your normal minds, you will never bring
destruction . The world will become more vibrant and more... diverse because of your existence. You will ultimately
prove that you are worthy of existing in this world, and these internment camps should never be your final destination
."

Hearing Jaina's words, Thrall knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his left chest, looked straight ahead, and solemnly
said, "I swear to you on the honor of an orc, lady, if one day we regain our freedom,
unite together, and build our own home, you will be respected and loved by all of us. We will
provide you with all the help and protection we can. However, as a human, you may not need these things; your
noble actions are clearly selfless." Hearing this, Jaina blushed slightly. Thrall
called what he was about to experience "noble actions." Imagining the scene, from a human perspective,
it was utterly unrelated to the word "noble."

“Then, without further ado, should I begin the ‘assistance operation’ now?” Jaina asked.
“I’m afraid not, madam,” Thrall replied. “While your courage is commendable, the size
difference between humans and orcs is too great. Besides, judging from your performance ‘that day,’ you haven’t had a similar
experience . If your genitals were to be directly and forcefully penetrated by our orcish penises without any preparation
, you would be in excruciating pain and might even faint, which is definitely not the outcome I want to see.” Jaina considered
Thrall ’s words and felt they made some sense: “In your opinion, what kind of preparations should I make?” “I’ve thought
about it,” Thrall continued. “Although I am still young, the size of my penis is already quite
large for our people. If your lower body can accommodate my penis and withstand my forceful thrusts, then
others shouldn’t have too much of a problem.”

Hearing Thrall’s “preparation plan,” Jaina couldn’t help but feel a jolt in her heart and a tightening in her lower body. She had previously considered that
if she had to have sex with these orcs, she would rather—or rather, hope—have Thrall as the first
orc to enter her body. Unfortunately, Thrall wasn't affected by magic and therefore didn't need to "release." She thought this
idea was destined to fail, but now, Thrall's suggestion perfectly matched her expectations. As if afraid he might
change his mind, Jaina immediately replied, "Then, let's do it this way."
She lying on her back. She lifted the hem of her dress—a new dress, of course—to
her waist, revealing her completely naked lower body to the orc before her. Then she raised her legs and spread them apart,
fully exposing her private parts. Jaina's current state was strikingly similar
to when she had been violated by Igrove a few days ago, but there was a fundamental difference—that time she was forced, this time it was voluntary; that time
he sat on top of her, using all his strength to subdue her, this time he did nothing, simply
watching quietly from the side.

Speaking of Sergeant Igrove, if it were him instead of Thrall standing before Jaina,
he would notice a difference in her lower body: her pubic area, previously covered in sparse, golden pubic hair,
was now smooth and flawless; her labia, once tightly closed, were now slightly parted,
and their color had changed from pink to a peach-red. Jaina wasn't unprepared. After deciding
to personally "save" the orcs, she
borrowed a razor from the male guest next door at the inn under the pretext of scraping ink off a letter, shaved her pubic hair, and then, mustering her courage and displaying a self-sacrificing spirit, inserted two fingers into her
vagina , hoping this would make the subsequent "rescue operation" easier.
However, when she saw Thrall remove his leather pants, revealing a massive penis between his legs—
comparable in thickness and length to her forearm—Jaina realized her previous "preparations" were far from sufficient,
and she thought Thrall's suggestion was absolutely brilliant!

Finally, through their combined efforts, or more precisely, through Thrall's relentless effort and
Jaina 's endurance, Thrall successfully inserted one of his fingers into Jaina's body.
While still far from their ultimate goal, it was a considerable step forward. Orc fingers are very
large; compared to Jaina's slender fingers, Thrall's finger was roughly equivalent to three. At this point,
Jaina's vagina was already able to accommodate the size of a human penis, but their ultimate goal was an orc penis,
so they had to work even harder.

During this "effort," both displayed their ingenuity. For example, Thrall discovered that if
he stimulated the small, protruding fleshy spot above her vagina while inserting his finger, the vagina
would secrete a lot of viscous fluid, which obviously aided insertion. Similarly, Jaina discovered that
if she stroked her breasts and the two erect nipples with both hands while Thrall entered her,
the vaginal fluids would be secreted more abundantly, making her feel more comfortable and thus resisting the pain of her vagina being
stretched open . Gradually, Thrall was able to insert his other finger into Jaina's vagina.

Finally, the final moment arrived. Thrall bent down, pressing the large
head of his penis, resembling the shell of a young pincers turtle, between Jaina's labia. Feeling
the heat , Jaina realized that what was about to enter her
was unlike anything she had experienced before. She adjusted her breathing, trying to relax her body and spread her legs as wide as possible,
hoping for a smoother process. As Thrall's hips slowly and firmly thrust forward,
Jaina felt an immense pressure and tearing sensation in her lower body. Her tender labia were
forced apart to the maximum extent, and the unbearable pain almost made her abandon her previous decision. However, thinking of their efforts over the past few
days , Thrall's unwavering resolve, and her own secret determination, Jaina said nothing
and continued to silently endure it all. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Sal. If Sal
had knocked out Sergeant Igrove even a few seconds later, things would have been much easier.
Finally, when she felt her vaginal opening stretched to its limit, as if her vagina was about to be torn in two,
the opening suddenly contracted. Although it was still wide open, it wasn't as unbearable as before.
She felt something round, large, and incredibly hot enveloping the vaginal walls near the opening—Sahl's enormous
glans had completely entered Jaina's lower body.

Given that the glans was the thickest part of Sal's penis, its successful entry told them that the following
process wouldn't be too difficult. Sal continued to thrust his hips forward, slowly but powerfully.
Jaina clearly felt her tight vaginal walls gradually parting from the outside in, her lower body space gradually being
filled by a thick, hard penis. When Sal's penis had entered about halfway into Jaina's lower body,
the tip of the glans encountered resistance, and Jaina felt the pain of pressure again. Both
knew what breaking through this barrier meant—Thrall would take Jaina's virginity, completely possessing her body,
and Jaina would bid farewell to her girlhood and become a true woman. Faced with this final moment,
Thrrall paused, awaiting her decision; and Jaina closed her eyes, nodded slightly, and...
As Thrall's penis penetrated further, Jaina felt a tearing pain, but it was brief. The warm, swollen
glans swept over the torn area, seemingly smoothing over the wound. From then on, Thrall's thick, long penis pressed
forward without hindrance, until finally, the large, round glans touched the end of this arduous journey—
Jaina's warm, tender cervix. At this moment, the young orc and the girl beneath him—well—now a
young woman unconsciously set a record: the first time a male orc and a female human had engaged in intercourse. Another
similar record was set by the male human mage Medivh and the female half-orc Garona. Given
the intense expansion and pressure Jaina had endured in her lower body during the previous encounter, it's safe to assume that Garona
must have found the same activity utterly unpleasant.

Although Thrall's penis had successfully and completely entered her body, Jaina realized a problem:
she couldn't feel the tip of Thrall's penis—his messy pubic hair and strong waist—meaning her
vaginal canal couldn't fully accommodate it. She keenly realized that if she couldn't fully accommodate the orc's
penis, her delicate cervix would be
relentlessly pounded by the erect penis during the subsequent "rescue operation," which would be extremely unpleasant. The clever Jaina once again explored her body's potential.
She began to take deep breaths, clenching her vagina and contracting her lower abdomen with each exhale. This
slightly , making room for the penis inside her vagina. At this moment, Thrall
, as if by telepathy, would continue thrusting his glans, quickly filling that space. After several deep breaths, Jaina
finally felt a tuft of rough, messy hair in her smooth vulva, and felt a pair of firm,
spherical objects in the two halves of her buttocks below her vagina—Thrall's testicles. Jaina had finally fully accommodated the orc's thick, long penis. This
seemed like an impossible feat; she had never imagined her body possessed such
immense potential. The penis was inserted so deeply, so tightly, that Jaina had the illusion that it
had completely pierced through her body from her vagina upwards, all the way to her throat.

After remaining fully inside for a while, Jaina felt the penis begin to withdraw from her lower body.
Compared to the previous entry, the speed was naturally much faster. The high ridges at the tip of the glans and the protruding veins and
fleshy growths scraped against the vaginal walls, giving Jaina waves of tingling pleasure. As the penis withdrew, the pleasure
disappeared, replaced by an unbearable emptiness and a desire to be rubbed again. She didn't wait long.
When Sal withdrew his penis until only the glans remained, he thrust it in again. This second round was much smoother
than the first. The thick, strong penis went all the way in, reaching her very core.
Jaina couldn't help but moan softly as pleasure surged through her lower body again. Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth… the intervals
became shorter and shorter, and the intensity increased.

As Thrall thrust rapidly and powerfully into her, Jaina was unable to think, or
even moan. She had to concentrate all her mind and strength to receive the orc's massive penis
violating her lower body. Thrall, aside from the increasingly rapid thrusting of his hips, seemed unchanged
, but his heart was conflicted and torn: Undoubtedly, his penis was experiencing pleasure from
the tight , but he couldn't let this pleasure control him, becoming
a slave to lust. He wasn't doing this for his own enjoyment, but to save his people.
Thinking of saving them, Thrall imagined every orc imprisoned here, forced
to insert into this girl's body and thrust violently until they "released" the pent-up magical energy within them. Thrall
felt a pang of annoyance—for the first time, he had the thought of possessing this beautiful body exclusively. Thinking this, Thrall
shook his head, as if to banish this selfish thought from his mind. He rallied his spirits and
continued thrusting, hoping the girl beneath him would quickly adapt to his size, frequency, and intensity,
preparing for the upcoming group "rescue operation."

Finally, after the thick penis had moved back and forth inside her hundreds of times, Jaina felt an
unprecedented intense pleasure wash over her. Her mind went blank; she felt as if she were on a cloud, her limbs
convulsing uncontrollably. Her vaginal fluids gushed out like a burst dam, almost shooting towards the still-thrusting
glans . A scream, barely audible, was forcefully suppressed by a pair of large hands—if Thrall
hadn't stopped her in time, that scream would have attracted all the guards of Durnholde! Thrall also stopped
thrusting. The hot vaginal fluids from Jaina's body shooting towards his glans were also giving him a huge stimulus. If he didn't stop,
he too would uncontrollably ejaculate, something Thrall desperately wanted to avoid—compared to
what the girl would experience later, he didn't want her to endure another unnecessary "watering." After her climax, Jaina collapsed to the ground,
barely able to breathe. As Thrall withdrew his enormous glans from her vagina,
it made a "pop" sound, like a bartender uncorking a bottle of rum.
The vaginal fluid trapped inside gushed out, splashing onto the grass between Jaina's legs. A trail of milky white fluid
lingered between his glans and the vaginal opening, finally dripping down due to gravity.

After laboriously tucking his still-erect penis back into his leather pants, Thrall
considerately wiped the mess between the girl's legs.
Once she was tidied up and he ensured she could return to her lodgings alone, Thrall prepared to return to Durnholde, telling her to rest well and that the "rescue operation" would
begin .

The following evening, when Thrall's figure appeared atop the tall walls of Durnholde, Jaina
noticed a significant increase in size on his shoulders, which noticeably slowed
his movements. She immediately realized that Thrall had brought out another orc—her first
"rescue" target. Jaina didn't intend to let that orc—or any orc after him—see her
face; after all, from both a woman's perspective and from the standpoint of humanity as a whole, what was about to happen
was something shameful to talk about. So, as Thrall carried the orc to the ground, Jaina had already
prepared herself: she turned her back to the two of them, leaned forward, braced herself against a tree trunk, and covered herself with her cloak.
His upper body was exposed, revealing only his round, pert buttocks and a pair of long, slender legs spread as wide as possible. Seeing
this, Thrall understood immediately. He said nothing, leading his kin forward to help the
dazed orc unzip his trousers. A penis, freed from its restraints, dangled listlessly between his legs,
raising concerns about its ability to "save" its owner in its current state. However, we were clearly overthinking it.
When the glans of the penis touched Jaina's warm, moist opening, the instinct for reproduction immediately made it
erect and proud. Before Thrall could even help, the orc had already
gripped , aimed his penis between her legs, and thrust forcefully, penetrating deep inside.

The extreme expansion from the vaginal walls and the intense pressure from the cervix made Jaina
realize that Thrall had been somewhat arrogant. The orc behind her possessed a penis that was no less large or long
than Thrall's. Unlike Thrall's cautious probing and gradual approach the day before, this orc went straight
for the kill, thrusting and pounding relentlessly, delivering an impact far greater than Jaina's previous experience. Fortunately, her past
experience allowed Jaina to barely withstand the brutal violation of her genitals. She gritted
her teeth , adjusting the angle of her buttocks to minimize
the force of the thick, erect penis pounding against her core. One hand gripped the tree trunk, the other covered her mouth, desperately trying to avoid making a sound—whether from
pain or pleasure.

Finally, after hundreds of thrusts, the orc let out a low growl,
plunging his penis all the way in, pressing firmly against Jaina's cervix, refusing to withdraw. At the same time, Jaina
felt scalding liquid gushing from the tip of the glans, which was pressed firmly against
her vaginal opening. The powerful jet easily pierced the cervix and hit the uterine wall directly, instantly filling Jaina's uterus with the orc's hot, thick semen. Due to
the large volume of the jet, some semen that didn't manage to enter the uterus flowed back along the gap between the penis and the vaginal wall, eventually
flowing out from the vaginal opening, which had been stretched into a circle. This was the first time semen had been ejaculated into Jaina's vagina,
and it was from an orc.

At this moment, Thrall's attention was entirely focused on the orc. After all, this "solution" only came from
a book, and its authenticity was questionable. But he was delighted to find that as he continued to ejaculate on the girl
, the orc's expression gradually became more alert, and his eyes became clearer.
Clearly, the method Jaina had found was working. As the orc, his face full of confusion,
withdrew his limp penis from Jaina's disheveled genitals, Thrall quickly stepped forward and briefly explained what had happened. After hearing
Thrall's explanation, the orc knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his left chest, and solemnly looked straight ahead, towards
Jaina —or more precisely, towards her vagina, wide open
after a vigorous thrust, still overflowing with thick, cloudy semen, expressing his respect. Afterwards, Thrall and the orc returned to the castle.
On the way back, the orc received no help from Thrall and scaled the walls alone.

Thus, after the fifth orc had been "saved" by Jaina, the faint
light of dawn reminded them that their "rescue operation" for the night had to end there. Thrall and the rescued orc
returned to Durnholde. Jaina, exhausted from a night of intense penetration and five violent ejaculations,
staggered back to the Southshore inn, her swollen belly slightly distended and filled with orc semen.

The following night, Thrall didn't bring any new rescued orcs. He and Jaina calculated that,
at the current pace, rescuing the hundreds of orcs imprisoned in Durnholde would take far longer than
expected . Furthermore, the one-month timeframe was only a very optimistic estimate; no one knew the exact closing date of the internment camps.
If Durnholde was the first camp to close, they might have far less than a month left.
At that point, the orcs who couldn't be rescued would only become a burden on their race's path to freedom. Having
reached the same conclusion, their proposed "solution" was strikingly similar: Thrall carried
Jaina into Durnholde Castle.

The next morning, after handing over to the night shift guards, the morning shift began monitoring and
patrolling the internment camp, counting the number of people, and found nothing unusual. Thus, the routine patrols began.
The guards patrol area was limited to the top of the castle walls to monitor for any unusual activity within the camp, but at this time,
the orcs' sluggish movements and listless gazes did not cause any concern. If
there was any difference this time compared to usual, the orcs seemed to be moving around a little more frequently, occasionally going in
and out of the sheds, but this did not arouse the guards' suspicion.

If a diligent guard had not only patrolled the walls but had entered
the shed where the orcs frequented most, he would have found a wooden barrel nearly a person tall in one corner of the shed
, covered with a greasy tarpaulin. This wouldn't have been unusual, but if the dutiful guard had lingered in that
shed any longer, what happened next would have absolutely astonished him—after the headcount was completed and the
orcs returned to their respective sheds and closed their doors, the canvas covering the wooden barrel inside was lifted,
revealing an opening in the middle. A pair of white feet emerged from the opening, followed by shapely calves and
shapely, long thighs; clearly, a naked human woman was inside the barrel. Once her round, pert buttocks
and part of her slender waist also emerged from the opening, the human woman stopped exposing the rest of her body,
keeping her upper body inside the barrel. Then, facing downwards, she leaned forward, her buttocks raised, her feet
pushing against the ground, and spread her legs wide apart, displaying her sexy and alluring lower body to the world.
Unfortunately, to the orcs, the delicate, tender feet, the shapely, long legs, and the round, pert
buttocks were all meaningless. Their only concern was the already moist, slightly parted, rosy vulva between their legs,
where they needed to thrust and release their pent-up energy to escape the negative influence of the magical power on their minds.

To avoid attracting attention, the orcs, under the arrangement of their comrades who had regained their senses, quietly and orderly
took turns releasing their pent-up semen and the accumulated magical energy behind the woman in the tub.
Those orcs who emerged from the shed had already completed their release and broken free from the control of the magical power; their courage and strength had returned.
Inside their bodies, though they still appeared dazed and sluggish—as Thrall had instructed,
once their minds returned to normal, they must behave as before to
launch —they did a good job, and the guards saw no flaws.

Meanwhile, Jaina, inside the barrel, displayed remarkable perseverance and exceptional physical abilities. Under the
relentless , the structure of Jaina's lower body had undergone significant changes: her cervix had
shifted considerably upwards, her uterus positioned far higher than that of a typical human woman, allowing for sufficient vaginal depth; her
vaginal walls had become extremely elastic, capable of significant expansion to accommodate the orcs' much larger, more powerful
penises; her once thin and delicate labia had become thick and swollen, their color changing from pink to dark brown, able to
withstand more intense and forceful friction and impact. From this point on, the structure and size of Jaina's genitals were
completely compatible with the orcs', and the short, human penises could no longer provide her with any pleasure. Mentally, the
strong-willed Jaina didn't forget to study and think even in such a special moment. After gradually adapting to the orcs
taking turns penetrating her, Jaina set herself a challenge: could she distinguish
the different orcs entering her body solely by the sensations from her lower body? She succeeded. Through the sensitive walls of her vagina, she differentiated each penis based on
its thickness, length, the size and shape of the glans, and
the different veins and growths along the shaft, numbering them according to the order in which they entered her body.
To Jaina's surprise, many penises had entered her vagina more than once; most had entered
twice, and some even three times. She wasn't sure if this was due to the need to expel magical energy or simply
to experience the pleasurable sensation of release inside her body. Jaina speculated that the orcs
must ; otherwise, the human sergeant wouldn't have been so "eager"
to enter her body on that particular night.

And so, Jaina, with her unwavering will, settled in Durnholde, hiding
in a wooden barrel in the corner of a shack known to no one but to all the orcs, surviving on well water and the black
bread, . When she regained her strength, prepared herself, and made sure the shack door was securely closed, she would
extend her naked lower body from the barrel, assuming the position we mentioned earlier, accepting the turns of
penetration General Daelin didn't seem too worried about her absence; after all, at
Jaina's age, it was common for the independent-minded Jaina to travel on her own. Fortunately, it was now peacetime,
and as long as she stayed away from the imprisoned orcs, there was little danger, and in time, these dangers
would be completely eliminated. General Daelin could never have imagined that his beloved daughter was currently
in close—or rather, "negative-distance" contact—with orcs in a nearby internment camp. And precisely because of her
actions , this "danger" would persist, threatening his own life.

Jaina and the orcs' "rescue operation" continued until the morning two weeks later, when the camp's
tranquility was shattered. A group of people arrived at the camp; the leader's opulent attire indicated his high status.
He handed a document to the camp's highest-ranking officer. After reading its contents, the officer quickly assembled all
the guards and read the document's instructions aloud. Hearing the document's contents, the guards were overjoyed,
even humming tunes during their patrols. Thrall witnessed all of this and heard the guards humming.
He didn't know the lyrics, but from the melody, he could tell it was a song expressing a warrior's longing for home.
Joyful mood, homesickness—it was clear these guards would soon be going home, which meant
the internment camp would be closed immediately. Thrall's sharp mind gave him the answer in an instant.
He wasn't too surprised to conclude that the camp would be closed soon. He quickly glanced at "that" shed,
the source of his and all the orcs' confidence: only a few orcs remained who
hadn't yet unleashed their magic. In half a day at most, by this afternoon, all the orcs
would have completed their transformation, from mindless zombies into invincible warriors. The fundamental
change wasn't in gaining power, but in regaining their boundless hope for freedom. Thrall felt a pang of sorrow for
these guards humming homesick tunes; many of them would never return
home.

Finally, the last orc completed his "release" on Jaina, meaning
the orcs were fully prepared to revolt. As dusk fell, Thrall wrapped Jaina, who had recovered from her exhaustion,
in his cloak and, taking advantage of a gap in the guards' watch, led her out of Durnholde Keep. After expressing his
sincerest , Thrall urged Jaina to leave the castle as soon as possible to avoid being caught in the aftermath. As
Jaina walked towards the town, cloaked, a loud battle cry and towering flames echoed from the direction of the castle behind her. She had no
doubt that the orcs would easily win. Leaving aside the other orcs, Thrall alone was already causing
the guards considerable trouble, and through her "hard work," she had successfully increased the "trouble" to
over a hundred. Jaina felt some sympathy for the guards, although she didn't like them, and one of them had
almost forcibly taken her virginity, but she didn't harbor any deep hatred towards them. "This is a necessary
sacrifice," Jaina concluded, demonstrating early on the
mindset .

Initially, the guards put up some resistance, but the meager pay of the internment camp was no
match for their determination to fight for freedom. Before long, the guards' lines collapsed completely, and they scattered and fled. After gaining
control , the orcs burned this symbol of their shame to the ground. They did it
thoroughly, saving the Alliance not only the daily expenses of the internment camp but also maintenance and repair costs.
Subsequently, this force swiftly conquered the nearby Alterac and
Loch Modan internment camps within two days, rescuing all the orcs imprisoned there. At the same time, they spread the word that their
only objective was to rescue the orcs, and that if the Alliance actively "cooperated," casualties would be minimized. And they did
just that; aside from casualties caused by unavoidable resistance, the orcs did not massacre the guards.
Their actions. After they conquered the Lordaeron internment camps holding female orcs, this
already experienced a significant leap in strength. From then on, they became unstoppable, even
forcing the Alliance's elite regular army to retreat. The reasons for this, besides the orcs themselves, were probably only known to
Jaina .

Although the Alliance officially declared its intention to expend considerable effort to eradicate these orcs, the shadow cast by the orc forces during the Second War
still lingered in people's minds. The various factions within the Alliance, outwardly united but inwardly divided, were unwilling to
easily deploy their main forces for fear of weakening their own strength. This, in turn, gave Thrall and his
comrades precious time for a rescue. To the Alliance's delight—or rather, relief—after
the last internment camp was liberated, this ever-growing orc force seemed to vanish suddenly, disappearing without a trace throughout the
Eastern Kingdoms. Meanwhile, Jaina, having finished her "trip," composed herself and
began mage training in Dalaran. Her illustrious lineage and sharp intellect allowed her to pass the initial examination effortlessly,
successfully becoming a mage apprentice. Of course, she made no mention of her nearly month-long "
trip

Soon after, news arrived that Thrall and his people had crossed the Endless Sea and arrived on the distant western continent of
Kalimdor . After helping the local natives—the Tauren tribe led by Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof
—defeate the cruel Centaur tribe, the orcs and Tauren formally allied.
They built a magnificent fortress in Durotar—a reddish-brown land named after Thrall's heroic father—and named it
Orgrimmar in honor of Orgrim Doomhammer, the supreme commander of the Horde during the Second War. Later,
this fortress became the symbol of the new Horde formed by Thrall, and Thrall rightfully became the
Warchief of the new Horde. Behind the heroes and legends, the orcs have not forgotten that their present glory is thanks to the selfless dedication of
a human woman. Sadly, they never saw her face, nor did they know her
name. They could only draw what they remembered—a swollen, dilated vagina,
unable to close, surrounded by ravaged wounds—as a symbol of their tribe, in remembrance.
The orcs recalled carefully, and finally drew a slightly diamond-shaped mark in the center of the design—that was
Jaina's cervix, slightly dilated from countless thrusts by the glans.

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