No, no!
Seeing Thrall reach out and grab his two beloved sons, Rhonin let out a painful cry, but his mind remained highly focused, his hands steadily controlling the defensive Magic Circle of Dalaran.
Loken's voice was cold and ruthless. "Rhonin, you overestimate yourself. You're just Thrall's dog. Do you think he cares about your feelings?"
Rhonin bit his lip hard, his expression one of constant struggle.
In Rhonin's magical vision, Thrall opened his blood-red maw, stuck out his tongue, and licked the infant's face. The Orcs's tongue was barbed with sharp barbs, and the young child's delicate skin was covered in blood as he let out pitiful cries.
Rhonin lowered his head, unable to bear the sight, sweat streaming down his face in large drops.
Loken remained expressionless and advised in a low voice:
"Rhonin, as long as we get back to Violet Citadel, it's not too late. You know all I need is Sif's soul and Thrall's life; I won't harm the innocent."
Rhonin bit his lips until they bled, and something in his eyes gradually became unfocused.
In the magical vision, Eitrigg approached Thrall, took out some sauce, and carefully spread it on Rhonin's two young children. Vol'jin, standing nearby, commented:
"With features of High Elf, this must be Rhonin's child. Rhonin's magical talent is exceptional; his child must be extraordinary, a true tonic."
Thrall's face contorted with rage as he chuckled with satisfaction, "Excellent! I'll savor this rare delicacy."
Hehe, haha!
A black mist welled up in Rhonin's eyes, the whites of his eyes gradually turned black, his face contorted, and he muttered to himself:
"Countless people have sacrificed themselves to save Azeroth. What is my sacrifice compared to that? Loken, I will not give up. For the sake of the great Savior Thrall, for the sake of Azeroth, I am willing to Consecration everything. My belief is unwavering, and you cannot defeat me."
A powerful surge of magical energy erupted from Rhonin's body, several times stronger than usual.
In the magical vision, Thrall opened his blood-red maw, ignoring the cries of his infant son, and bit off his head, chewing it greedily, blood dripping everywhere.
Rhonin's dark eyes flashed with madness; he seemed to care about nothing, and roared:
"Loken, you will never defeat me. I will not give up, for the sake of Azeroth."
Loken sighed, looking at Rhonin with pity.
With a flash of light, Violet Citadel returned to its tranquility.
Rhonin's two young children were sleeping peacefully under the care of the maid, who hummed a lullaby softly and did not step out of the villa.
Inside the Violet Citadel hall, Thrall paced anxiously back and forth, occasionally shouting, while the many Horde leaders, their faces etched with worry, whispered amongst themselves, discussing countermeasures.
Everything was like a bubble, like a dream.
Rhonin stared at this scene in astonishment. His dark eyes gradually returned to normal, but deep within his heart, something became unstable.
There was no joy whatsoever, only a deep sense of loss.
Rhonin wished that what had just happened was real, and not a test.
"You've lost, Rhonin. Deep within human nature lurks the most terrifying demon. Family, friendship, love, responsibility—all beautiful things—are the cage that imprisons this demon. Just now, you released that demon, and the cage is no longer secure."
"What have I done?" Rhonin looked at his hands, then blamed himself, "I should have realized that none of that could have happened."
Loken shattered Rhonin's last glimmer of hope:
"You're wrong, Rhonin. If I had used the power of the Old Gods to bewitch your maid instead of painstakingly weaving illusions, that scene would have been destined to happen. My calculations were correct. Unfortunately, you're not the only one who unleashed the demon within."
Loken's gaze was fixed on the direction of the Storm Peaks, his expression far from calm.
Everyone knew that Dalaran's defenses wouldn't hold for long, and they had to come up with a solution.
Antonidas can open Portal to Orgrimmar, but what if Loken chases after him?
Thrall wasn't sure if former Guardian Aegwynn could defeat Loken.
Sylvanas suddenly had a good idea and said to Thrall:
"Thrall, use Sif's Soul Orb to let her witness Loken's attack on Dalaran."
Thrall, puzzled, asked, "Sylvanas, what do you mean by this?"
Sylvanas offered no explanation, simply laughing, "You just need to do as I say, and someone will definitely help us get rid of Loken."
Thrall, completely bewildered, took out Sif's Soul Orb and pointed it at Lightning Thunder outside Dalaran.
Sif's soul, tormented by pain, saw endless Thunder power, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.
Storm Peaks.
Thorim, who was slaughtering the Frost Giants, suddenly sensed something and stood frozen in place.
Before him appeared Dalaran shrouded in Thunder, with Loken wielding the Thunder King's Scepter, relentlessly bombarding Dalaran's Magic Shield.
The entire city of Dalaran was shaking. Dalaran clearly couldn't hold on for long; the Magic Shield could shatter at any moment. The Savior Thrall and the others were filled with fear.
"It's Loken. He wants to save Sif's soul and avenge Sif."
Thorim felt a little jealous. Loken was about to accomplish something he himself dared not do; he admired Loken's courage and boldness.
"Foolish Loken, don't you know the consequences of offending Elune? You will be regarded as the Destroyer, mercilessly killed, and left a stain on history. How could you, a god of wisdom, be so irrational?"
Thorim mocked Loken's foolishness, even feeling a sense of satisfaction. For years, Thorim had been Pain Suppression by Loken, but he never expected that Loken would actually walk down a dead end.
"Wait, this might be a golden opportunity."
Thorim realized that rescuing Thrall would easily win him the favor of Elune. Although Thrall had been ungrateful, the Soul Orb would remain unharmed as long as it wasn't swallowed. With enough vigilance, Thrall would have no chance.
What could be more praiseworthy than setting aside past grievances and prioritizing righteousness?
"That's right, that's exactly what we should do. We can't let Sif's sacrifice be in vain."
Thorim felt much better after realizing that this fulfilled Sif's last wish.
The protection of Elune, means eternal life, which is more important than anything else.
With that thought in mind, Thorim summoned boundless Lightning power, transforming it into a bolt of Thunder that flew towards Dalaran.
Looking at the approaching Thunder in the distance, Loken sighed without any surprise.
Once the demon in your heart is unleashed, it becomes virtually impossible to prevent it from escaping.
Thorim flew to Loken, and the two Titan Keepers faced each other in mid-air above Dalaran.
Rhonin shed tears of joy. Dalaran was finally saved, and Thrall, the Savior, had been rescued.
The Horde chiefs were also celebrating, cheering for Thorim's arrival.
Thorim, Justice and indignant, loudly questioned:
"Loken, what are you doing? Thrall, the Savior Thrall, was so kind and benevolent, and you actually want to murder Savior? Do you want to destroy Azeroth? What made you fall?"
Loken calmly countered, "Thorim, what are you fighting for?"