Aegwynn Proficiency deciphered the Runes on the Communication Gem, and a bright light shot out from the gem, revealing a clear magical image in the air.
In the Jaina Halls of Reflections, the Primordial Emissary, resembling Orcs, appeared in the mirror, waving his arms and shouting angrily:
"I ordered Taelan to send out the message, why aren't you taking action? The Scourge is about to solve the aging problem, what are you waiting for? Remember, Dranosh is my man, I helped him break free from the Lich King's control, obeying his orders is damned, someone's coming, stop now."
"The magical imagery ends here," Aegwynn tilted her head slightly and asked.
"What? Has news leaked out from inside Icecrown Citadel?"
Jaina's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly explained:
"It's Tirion Fordring, Taelan Fordring's son. He's been an undercover agent within the Scourge. A few days ago, he sent out a message saying that the Scourge has found a way to slow down aging."
After a moment's hesitation, Jaina added, "Thrall took this matter very seriously, but Tirion Fordring believed it might be a Scourge ploy, so he didn't take the necessary measures."
Aegwynn slammed her fist on the table in frustration. "Jaina, how could you trust a human? Fine, we're all human, but Tirion Fordring is clearly an idiot. Luckily, it's not too late to salvage the situation. We need to attack Icecrown Citadel immediately and coordinate with Dranosh's operation."
After Saurfang the Great suffered a crushing defeat, Tirion Fordring, who had been relieved of his command, was even more uneasy, feeling that something was about to happen.
That day, Thrall Faction one of his personal guards to host a banquet for Tirion Fordring. Tirion Fordring dared not disobey the order and hurriedly went to Thrall's Tent.
Thrall was holding a grand feast, having slaughtered five Tauren. Vol'jin, Sylvanas, Jaina, and others were all present, smiling and seemingly having a good conversation.
"Haha, the overconfident Saurfang fled Orgrimmar like a stray dog, and I heard he's joined forces with the Doras. Hmph, he thinks he can fight me?"
Thrall was in a very good mood. When he saw Tirion Fordring, he picked up a half-eaten bone and threw it in front of Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring was extremely grateful; Thrall's gift of bones was a tremendous honor in the Horde.
But Tirion Fordring never imagined that this was just the prelude to a storm.
Thrall grinned, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace. "Tirion Fordring, I heard that a few days ago Taelan sent word that the Scourge had found a way to slow down aging. Why didn't you report that to me?"
Tirion Fordring was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
Even though he had already reported it to Thrall acted as if he didn't care at all.
Thrall, his true colors revealed, shouted at Tirion Fordring, "Do you know how important this news is? It concerns the life and death of Azeroth! Tirion Fordring, do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Tirion Fordring immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and weeping bitterly, saying, "My Savior, it was my fault, please forgive me this time."
Tirion Fordring, being experienced and shrewd, knew that trying to explain would only lead to worse consequences, so he decided to simply admit his mistake.
Sylvanas walked over and kicked Tirion Fordring in the head.
The kick was extremely powerful; Tirion Fordring clearly heard the sound of a skull cracking.
Sylvanas angrily retorted, "I hate such shameless the Betrayer the most! Great Savior Thrall, I have reason to suspect that Tirion Fordring concealed this information and was clearly colluding with the Scourge."
Vol'jin walked over and stomped hard on Tirion Fordring's thigh, breaking Tirion Fordring's right leg. Amid Tirion Fordring's screams, Vol'jin said in a sinister tone:
"Tirion Fordring's crimes are unforgivable; I recommend the death penalty."
Thrall chewed on a large piece of beef and whispered:
"Fine, we Orcs are merciful. Let's give Tirion Fordring a chance. Hang him on the flagpole and let him repent for his sins in the cold winds of Northrend."
Tirion Fordring, wearing only a single layer of clothing, was hung on a flagpole on charges of colluding with the Scourge.
A chilling wind blew all night, Tirion Fordring nearly froze solid. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Light, he probably would have frozen to death in this cold night.
The next morning, Argent Crusade and the Stormwind City royal army saw Tirion Fordring, and the soldiers pointed and whispered among themselves.
Tirion Fordring was starving, ashamed, and wished he could die immediately.
The allied forces finally took action, marching in a grand procession towards Icecrown Citadel under Jaina's command, only to encounter Dranosh head-on.
The two sides immediately engaged in fierce fighting. The allied forces had an overwhelming numerical advantage. Dranosh fought and retreated, and after sacrificing several hundred Undead Orcs, Dranosh fled wildly and disappeared into a dark passage.
Jaina skillfully directed her army to follow, and they soon entered a spacious hall.
This is an incredibly vast hall, capable of holding tens of thousands of people, with high ceilings and thick dust everywhere, as if it has been abandoned for a long time.
In the center of the hall stood a circular platform covered with magical Runes, Dranosh stood in the center of the platform.
Jaina ordered the army to halt temporarily, then climbed the platform alone, lowered her voice, and asked in a tone only the two of them could hear:
"Dranosh, what are the orders from the Primordial Emissary?"
Dranosh grinned, said nothing, and wiped the dust off the mirror beside him with his sleeve.
The image of the Primordial Emissary appeared in the mirror, Primordial Emissary solemnly said:
"Jaina, I am imprisoned in the Halls of Reflections and can only communicate with you remotely. You must obey my orders. The Scourge successfully slowed their aging by using Dranosh's soul, and now they have obtained the souls of Dranosh's three brothers. If the Scourge succeeds, you will die a terrible death. There is only one way to thwart the Scourge's plot."
Jaina listened quietly with an Anjing expression, though she harbored some doubts in her heart, but she was carrying out Aegwynn's orders.
A qualified subordinate only needs to know how to do things; they don't need to have a brain that can think.
"Dranosh must be resurrected," the Primordial Emissary commanded.
Jaina was a little confused; what did this have to do with resurrecting Dranosh?
The Primordial Emissary seemed too lazy to explain and gave the order:
"This Altar was built by the Scourge to replicate the pyramid used to resurrect Tirion Fordring, but they failed and it has been abandoned for a long time. It's perfect for resurrecting Dranosh Jaina. You need to select ten thousand men from among your followers and make them willingly Consecration their flesh and souls to Dranosh."
The Argent Crusade is primarily composed of the Alliance members, while the royalist army in Stormwind City is entirely human.
Would the Alliance die for an Orcs? What an incredible act of selfless sacrifice that would be.
In an instant, Jaina saw King Terenas before her eyes, who would rather starve himself than let the Orcs die.
Jaina stood at the edge of the dais and delivered a passionate speech:
"Champions of Azeroth, Dranosh Saurfang, son of the valiant Saurfang the Great. He saved the Azeroth countless times, but perished in a sneak attack by Void Lords, and was transformed by the Lich King into Scourge general. Only by resurrecting him can the Evil Lich King be destroyed, but this will come at a price. I need ten thousand warriors to Consecration their flesh and souls. Are you willing to accept this great honor?"
A mysterious force lingered in the hall.
To Jaina's astonishment, countless soldiers were moved to tears, shouting in unison:
"I do."