Having successfully killed Sif and extracted her soul, Thrall was satisfied. The Titan Keepers no longer had any chance to threaten Thrall's position as Savior.
Thrall was initially worried about the Titan Keepers' revenge, but when he learned that Thorim had slaughtered the Frost Giants and that Thunder was rolling across Storm Peaks, he thought his framing had succeeded and breathed a sigh of relief.
At noon that day, Thrall slaughtered three Tauren and drank and made merry in his tent.
Suddenly, the dark clouds cleared, countless Thunder flashed, and accompanied by a Gale and Lightning, a huge figure wrapped in rolling Thunder and holding a golden scepter descended from the sky.
"Savage Orcs, hand over Sif's soul."
A Thunder roar resounded, echoing throughout the entire camp.
Thrall was terrified. He shouted for battle, then immediately hid under the table and tore open the Teleportation Scroll.
Vol'jin and Eitrigg hurriedly organized the Orcs soldiers to fight back. The two of them fled to a corner and tore open Teleportation Scroll leading to Dalaran.
At the same time, Antonidas opened the Portal at top speed, but Sylvanas remained calm and moved with lightning speed, flashing into the Portal.
Tirion Fordring, having no Teleportation Scroll, hurriedly hid under the bed, trembling with fear.
Loken sensed that Sif's soul had left the camp, knowing that she had used a teleportation item. Unfortunately, teleportation magic was not Loken's forte.
Enraged, Loken raised Thunder King's Scepter and unleashed the power of Thunder upon the earth, destroying the entire Orcs Camp and turning Orcs Warriors to ashes under the Thunder.
Loken's lightning-filled eyes swept across the camp. Only one life remained, protected by Power of the Holy Light. Loken noticed that it was a human, so he did not attack again.
Dalaran!
Loken tracked down Sif's soul and transformed into a bolt of lightning to pursue it.
After everything calmed down, Tirion Fordring carefully crawled out of the wreckage, grateful for his survival, and staggered towards the nearby Argent Crusade camp.
Thrall, still shaken after being teleported to Violet Citadel, his eyes gleaming with malice, grabbed one of Rhonin's female disciples, bit off her delicate neck, and began to devour her.
Seeing this, Rhonin hurriedly asked in a fawning tone:
"My Lord Savior, what brings you to Dalaran?"
Before Rhonin could finish speaking, beams of teleportation light flashed, and Vol'jin, Eitrigg, Sylvanas, and others were teleported to Dalaran after another, immediately sensing that something was wrong.
Thrall tore off one of his female disciples' arms, handed it to Vol'jin to eat, and laughed heartily.
"Someone has broken into the Orcs camp. Tirion Fordring is leading the Argent Crusade to defend against them. Rhonin, you've really got yourself into this beautiful female disciple; she's quite the delicacy."
Rhonin sensed something was wrong and quickly ordered the activation of Dalaran's defenses.
"Wasn't Thorim slaughtering the Frost Giants? Has our plot been exposed?" Thrall asked between bites.
Vol'jin shook his head. "It's not Thorim who's come, it's God of Wisdom Loken."
Thrall's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth, complaining, "Sif isn't Loken's wife, why is she meddling in this?"
Loken was too fast. A dark cloud appeared over Dalaran, and countless Lightning intertwined to form a huge net of lightning, enveloping Dalaran.
The mages of Dalaran looked up at the sky, their faces paling with fear and unease. This terrifying power of heaven and earth was something that ordinary magic could not withstand.
Countless Thunder gathered around Loken, emitting a deafening warning sound:
"I have no intention of being enemies with Dalaran. Hand over Sif's soul and the murderer Thrall, or Dalaran perish with Thrall."
Thrall turned pale with fright, not expecting Loken to catch up so quickly. His eyes darted around as he considered what to do.
Rhonin was also terrified. After weighing his options for a long time, he finally decided to support Thrall.
Rhonin has a way to escape with his life and gain the favor of Elune. That's the most important thing. The sacrifice of countless mages in Dalaran was worthwhile.
With this in mind, Rhonin mustered his courage and led dozens of Archmages to the central area of Violet Citadel to personally oversee the defense of Dalaran.
Layer upon layer of Magic Shields tightly protected Dalaran.
Rhonin's enormous phantom appeared in the sky, confronting Loken:
"Loken, the Titan Keepers, there is no murderer here, only the great Savior Thrall. He is so merciful and kind, he could never be the murderer. You must have been deceived. Dalaran would rather sacrifice the entire city to protect Thrall's safety."
Loken scrutinized Rhonin, Dalaran's reaction was unexpected.
God of Wisdom Loken, quickly understood everything. He opened his right hand, and a strange black mist appeared:
"Rhonin, leader of Dalaran, I've heard of your reputation. You probably think that sacrificing Dalaran to gain the favor of Elune, is a very worthwhile trade, right?"
Having his thoughts exposed, Rhonin didn't care. His expression was serious and righteous as he said:
"Everything I've done is to save Azeroth. History will remember my great deeds, and you will become a sinner in history."
Loken, with a stern expression, mocked:
"You insignificant ant, that's because you haven't felt the pain firsthand. Since you want to protect Thrall, you must pay the price. What do you cherish most in your heart, Rhonin?"
A wisp of black mist from Loken's right hand slowly drifted down, like a strand of hair.
Rhonin stared in astonishment at the wisp of black mist, which effortlessly pierced through layer after layer of Magic Shields, drifted into Dalaran, gradually spread, became fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared.
"What is Loken up to?" Rhonin couldn't figure it out.
Rhonin's gaze fell upon Violet Citadel, and then something chilling happened.
In the back garden of Violet Citadel, there is a quiet and exquisite little villa, which is the residence of Rhonin, Vereesa, and their two young children.
At that moment, Vereesa was out on business and not in Dalaran. Rhonin saw his maid, her eyes filled with confusion, carrying her two young children, walking step by step toward Violet Citadel.
Inside the hall of Violet Citadel, Horde heroes such as Thrall, Vol'jin, Eitrigg were having a meal.
"Loken, what have you done?"
Rhonin's voice was trembling.
Boom!
A terrifying Thunder struck Dalaran, Dalaran the island to tremble violently.
Fortunately, Dalaran not built by ordinary people, and it was able to temporarily withstand the attacks of the Titan Keepers.
Rhonin, who was in charge of the defensive formation, felt immense pressure. He knew that if it had been someone else, Dalaran's defenses would probably have collapsed after that attack.
Loken stared cautiously at the flashing symbols on the Magic Shield, realizing that Dalaran connected to the Titans. Unfortunately, Rhonin wasn't strong enough to hold out for long.
"Whether you're pandering to Elune, or wanting your beloved sons, after they've been torn apart and eaten by Thrall, can you still say such things, Rhonin?"
"You!"
Rhonin's face changed, turning terribly pale.
Loken said in a calm tone:
"Titans conducted many experiments back then. Faced with power and family ties, ordinary people chose family ties, while a very small minority chose power. The latter were almost all those who achieved great things. What was your choice?"
Rhonin shook his head and said, "The great Savior Thrall is kind and benevolent; I believe in him."
In Rhonin's magical vision, the maid carrying two young children had already entered the Violet Hall. Thrall's eyes lit up, and he grinned:
"What an adorable human cub! Perfect for my after-dinner snack."