Jaina and Sylvanas cautiously emerged from their hiding place. The Human Veteran in the mirror groaned as he got up and whispered:
"Did you all just see that? The great Orcs are in imminent danger, and Azeroth is facing a life-or-death crisis. The Alliance and the Horde must unite to have any hope of victory."
Sylvanas said nervously, "My Emissary, Thrall is far too cunning. He will only seek to protect himself and will never sacrifice his forces to attack Icecrown Citadel."
The Human Veteran, understanding Thrall, said resentfully:
"Damn it, the Moon Goddess chose the wrong person. Thrall has disappointed me so much. Now we're all going to be picked off one by one by the Scourge. The Horde needs a new Warchief."
Sylvanas puffed out her chest, eager to nominate herself as the Warchief Horde. If she could gain the support of the Primordial Emissary and have a few kind words spoken to the Moon Goddess, the matter would be a sure thing.
The Human Veteran said solemnly:
"I have high hopes for Garrosh. Although he can be quite Recklessness at times and has a penchant for eating humans, he is brave in battle, daring and tenacious, and a promising talent. You two go back and tell Garrosh that if he can rescue me, I will recommend him to be the Warchief of the Horde."
Sylvanas was slightly disappointed, but she didn't show it, and said calmly:
"The mission will definitely be accomplished."
A gust of cold wind blew in, and the door to the Halls of Reflection suddenly opened.
The two women hurriedly turned their heads to look, only to see Arthas standing at the door with a cane. His dim eyes seemed unable to see the two women clearly, but his magical perception was still there.
"Look who's here! Two female rats have scurried into my hall. Two familiar scents... It's you two, Jaina, the traitor to humanity! You colluded with Thrall, helping the Orcs slaughter the people of Lordaeron. And Sylvanas, I've known your nature for a long time. The Orcs destroyed your homeland and killed your people, yet you still helped Orcs commit evil. That's probably just your true nature."
Sylvanas screamed, "It's Arthas! Jaina, open the Portal!"
The reason we had to bring Jaina along was because Jaina was skilled in teleportation magic, which would allow her to escape in a critical moment.
Jaina, sweating profusely with anxiety, cried out, "Oh no! Teleportation is forbidden here! I can't do it!"
Sylvanas stamped her feet in frustration, muttering, "What should we do?"
The Human Veteran pointed in a direction and said, "There's a weak point in that wall; there's an exit outside. Quickly, use magic."
Jaina aimed in the direction the Human Veteran was pointing, muttered an incantation, and a fireball the size of a millstone flew out, smashing a large hole in the wall.
Arthas roared, "You will not escape my land!"
Arthas pulled a black cloth bag from his robes and poured all the Soul Essence inside into his mouth. Arthas's wrinkles slowly disappeared, and his white hair gradually turned black. He then threw away his cane.
The Human Veteran cried out urgently, "There's no time! Arthas is recovering his strength; he'll get faster and faster. Run!"
Arthas donned the Helm of Domination, extended his right hand, Frostmourne flew automatically into his palm. He strode toward the two women.
Jaina disregarded everything else and used Blink repeatedly to escape quite a distance, only to find that Sylvanas was also fast, closely following behind Jaina.
Arthas had not yet recovered his strength, was not fast. Arthas pointed Frostmourne forward, and an ice wall blocked the two women's path. At the same time, some Scourge minions emerged from the ground and attacked the two women.
Sylvanas's gaze sharpened slightly as she said to Jaina, "My Flame arrows and your magic can destroy obstacles, but we need cover."
Jaina whispered, "That's right, thankfully we have reliable subordinates."
Jaina took out a package, poured out twenty small mice, and threw them on the ground.
Twenty adventurers appeared before the two women, from both the Alliance and the Horde; this was a pre-arranged team of adventurers to provide support.
While ordinary mages can turn people into sheep or pigs, Jaina, as one of the top Archmages in Azeroth, possesses an extraordinary understanding of magic. She can turn people into little mice and keep them by her side for emergencies.
Sylvanas coldly replied, "Warriors, help us withstand the Scourge's onslaught. Jaina and I can shatter this barrier. Of course, you can also refuse me, and I will cruelly torment your souls, turning you into maggots in the sewers, forever crawling in stench."
The adventurers were terrified; fear compelled them to take up arms and fight against the minions of the Scourge.
As the saying goes, those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. When great figures flee, there must be heroic sacrifices by ordinary people. Their deaths are worthwhile, and their otherwise mundane lives gain value.
Sylvanas fired a barrage of Flame arrows, while Jaina used Flame magic to bombard the thick ice wall. Adventurers behind her were quickly killed, falling tragically to the ground.
To prevent them from resurrecting as minions of the Scourge, Jaina had already placed a Flame spell within them, so that their bodies would immediately incinerate upon their death.
Arthas approached step by step, and the two women finally opened a gap in the ice wall. Of the more than twenty adventurers, only three survived.
The two women quickly stepped over the broken ice wall, leaving the three adventurers stranded at the breach for a final stand.
Arthas sighed, "Sylvanas, Jaina, you still enjoy sacrificing innocent lives, but it's meaningless."
Frostmourne rose again, and another wall of ice appeared before the two women, along with more of the Scourge's minions.
Sylvanas bit her lip and shouted, "Jaina, we need more adventurers to cover us!"
Jaina took out the package again and poured out the remaining fifty little mice. The fifty adventurers raised their weapons and charged towards the Scourge's minions without hesitation.
The battle was extremely fierce, and fifty adventurers were killed without fail, buying Jaina and Sylvanas time to retreat.
They had arrived at the balcony of Icecrown Citadel, where Alliance's Skybreaker and Orgrimmar's Hammer were waiting to meet them.
But Arthas had already recovered his strength and was incredibly fast, even faster than a mage's Blink, instantly arriving beside the two women.
Frostmourne rose high and slashed at Sylvanas first. Sylvanas screamed as she was cut in two at the waist, blood gushing out and her internal organs spilling onto the ground.
Smelling the strong stench of blood, Jaina stared in astonishment at the mangled body on the ground and asked:
You are not Sylvanas.
The Undead cannot have fresh flesh and blood.
The woman, now only half-dead, let out a scream, and a dark aura flew out of her body, heading towards the Orgrimmar's Hammer not far away.
This is a High Elf woman, one of Sylvanas's avatars, with a portion of Sylvanas's consciousness residing within her body.
"The cunning Dark Lady," Jaina said in a low voice.
Frostmourne drew a graceful arc, and Jaina, unable to dodge, was sliced in two diagonally from her left shoulder to her right waist.
Strangely, no blood flowed out; only mechanical parts littered the ground.