Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

"Perhaps, in some people's eyes, orcs are nothing more than a savage race. Maybe they're slightly stronger than trolls, but still unable to resist the might of humanity—am I correct?"

Alaric posed the question but didn't wait for an answer before dismissing it himself.

"I must say, you are all gravely mistaken!" Alaric's voice was firm and resolute. 

"They are not merely a barbaric race, nor some hidden threat that has clung to life in a forgotten corner of the continent. 

The true numbers and power of the orcs are far greater than we ever imagined! 

They are not a species native to Azeroth but invaders from another world. In fact, they have unified their entire otherworld!"

"Another world… Surely, you must be joking?" Genn Greymane exclaimed.

"In fact, I have already mentioned this fact in the intelligence I provided earlier," Alaric replied in a steady, authoritative tone.

"The orcs come from a world called Draenor. That world might be as large as ours, or perhaps smaller, but it is a complete world nonetheless. 

In that world, besides the orcs, there are many other races I've learned of, such as the Draenei, Ogres, Arakkoa, and Gronn. 

Yet, these orcs—these savage destroyers—united their various clans into a massive horde that swept across the entire world, conquering and enslaving every other race. 

Such an achievement, I believe, is something even Emperor Thoradin of Arathor couldn't have accomplished."

"Incredible…"

"Terrifying…"

The attendees were stunned by the orcs' astonishing feats. If the young mage's words were true, then the orcs' power indeed surpassed everything they had ever known.

"It sounds like those creatures are indeed powerful, but that's just your side of the story. How can you prove your information is accurate?" questioned Pyreanor, his tone skeptical. 

"Did you obtain this through mere interrogation, or have you personally seen this so-called 'Draenor'?"

"Your Majesty, I have not personally ventured to Draenor. The Dark Portal that connects the worlds is heavily guarded, and the orcs would never allow outsiders near it," Alaric admitted. 

"However, if you require solid proof, I can tell you this: one of my followers has witnessed Draenor with her own eyes. In fact, she is a native of that world."

"A native of Draenor." This revelation immediately piqued the interest of everyone present. The idea of an alien world was bound to ignite curiosity anywhere.

"Then, may we have the honor of meeting your follower?" Terenas Menethil, speaking on behalf of the gathered kings, asked Alaric.

"Of course," Alaric nodded in agreement. "I believe Lady Garona would be delighted to meet the rulers here."

"Then, where in Lordaeron is Lady Garona currently? I can have my guards bring her here immediately," Terenas offered.

"That won't be necessary, Your Majesty," Alaric revealed an unexpected fact. "I must apologize, but for my safety, Lady Garona has been personally guarding me this entire time."

The kings exchanged puzzled looks.

A personal guard?

But there was no one else near this mage!

Facing their questioning gazes, Alaric smiled faintly and gestured behind him.

"Come now, Garona, let the kings see you," he said, addressing an apparently empty corner of the room.

Suddenly, a shadow flickered in that corner, and a figure gradually emerged.

The kings were finally able to see her: a lithe woman clad in black leather armor and a matching cloak, wielding two daggers, and sporting green skin.

The sight of her orcish complexion, along with the murderous aura radiating from her daggers even across the room, caused immediate panic in the throne hall.

"Be careful!"

"An orc invasion?"

"An assassin!"

"Protect the kings!"

Terenas shot to his feet, while Genn, Admiral Proudmoore, and Thoras Trollbane drew their swords. 

Pyreanor scrambled to find cover, while only Llane Wrynn and Antonidas remained calm, the former already acquainted with Garona, and the latter confident in his own power to handle any threat.

Trained guards flooded into the room, positioning themselves between the kings and the "assassin." 

Most raised their shields to form a protective wall, while others advanced with swords drawn, charging toward Garona.

But before they could strike, Alaric raised his hand, a magical glow shimmering around it. Instantly, the soldiers' armor began to ripple and flow as if it were liquid.

Before everyone's eyes, the fluid metal fused together, encasing the soldiers completely. Trapped within these iron shells, they were unable to move.

The assault was thus neutralized, and Garona relaxed from her defensive stance.

"Impressive transmutation magic," Antonidas commented, his eyes gleaming with admiration.

"I appreciate the compliment." Alaric nodded to the elder mage, then addressed the room loudly. 

"There's no need for such alarm. She is not an assassin but my follower, Lady Garona, a native of Draenor."

With Alaric's explanation and King Llane's endorsement, Garona was finally cleared of suspicions of being an orc assassin sent for a decapitation strike. 

However, Terenas, still uneasy, ordered additional guards to be stationed in the throne hall, clearly as a precaution against Garona.

"I must say, Lady Garona is the most skilled infiltrator I've ever seen," said Thoras Trollbane, who, after relaxing, began to praise her. 

"Who would have thought she was hiding among us this whole time? I must thank you, my lady, for sparing our lives."

He laughed heartily, and Genn Greymane and Admiral Proudmoore joined in, though Pyreanor's expression remained sour.

Garona, however, responded seriously to Trollbane's jest.

"Your Majesty is an ally of my master. Garona's blades will never point toward an ally."

Her earnest reply left everyone momentarily speechless.

"A truly loyal follower," Admiral Proudmoore remarked, glancing at Alaric. "Archmage Leaf, you've found yourself an enviable companion."

"Haha, indeed," Alaric replied with a wry smile, ruffling Garona's hair. 

"She's quick to learn human languages but still struggles with understanding our culture. Just now, King Trollbane was joking—you didn't need to take it so seriously."

"Human humor is strange," Garona frowned. "And stop treating me like a child."

"But you're only twelve years old. Among humans, that's considered a child," Alaric countered, before turning to the others. "Orcs grow faster and live shorter lives than humans. Garona is a half-orc…"

He went on to briefly explain Garona's background.

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