Ghostly figures lurked in the dimly lit corner, hiding countless terrifying Banshees.
Thrall felt a chilling aura emanating from him and said ingratiatingly, "Your Majesty, we are all from the Horde. Why can't we sit down and talk things over? Why ruin our harmony?"
Sylvanas, her face expressionless, declared loudly, "Thrall, you've been Warchief for too long. For the sake of Azeroth, why not relinquish it to me?"
Thrall, burning with rage, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and could only say helplessly, "Sister, we're like family. What difference does it make who Warchief position?"
Sylvanas coldly replied, "So you agree? Very well, from now on I am the Warchief of the Horde."
After saying that, Sylvanas looked at the other leaders, her gaze lingering on Varian's face for a moment, and slowly said:
"We Forsaken are infertile. I hope the Kingdom of Stormwind can provide us with a population regularly to produce Forsaken. My request is modest; just provide half of our population to start."
Varian simply sneered and did not reply.
Sylvanas sensed something different in Varian's smile, paused, and then turned to Magni Bronzebeard: "I hope the Dwarves can become slaves of the Forsaken, helping us forge weapons and armor, all for the sake of Azeroth."
Magni laughed heartily, brandishing his Stormhammer: "Rotten Sylvanas, your Banshee can't scare me. Dwarf Kings are masters of Flame."
A crimson Flame appeared on the third level of Icecrown Citadel, a massive influx of Fire Elementals. The towering Fire Elementals illuminated everything, and the temperature in the air rose rapidly.
In the corner, a group of Banshee huddled together, trembling with fear.
Flame is the bane of Banshees, Sylvanas gritted her teeth and said, "King Bronzebeard, are you going to make an enemy of me?"
Magni Bronzebeard waved his hand, and a large amount of Fire Elementals surged towards the Banshees. Under the Fervor heat, the Banshees screamed and turned to ashes.
Magni's expression was cold, with an air of arrogance.
"Sylvanas Windrunner, kneel and submit to me."
Sylvanas stubbornly bit her lip. Behind her, High Archmage Antonidas was ready to cast a spell at any moment. Magni knew she couldn't stop the teleportation spell, so she didn't press the matter further.
Magni Bronzebeard's expression softened, and he announced loudly, "We Dwarves are peaceful and have no desire to be enemies with any race. We only wish to obtain the relics of Icecrown Citadel. These are the legacy of our Dwarf race, and I do not think anyone will contend with me for them."
Jaina, standing nearby, chuckled and said sarcastically, "King Bronzebeard, you consider all the Titans Ruins to be the legacy of the Humans, and now you even dare to covet the Lich King's relics. The Scourge hasn't even been destroyed yet, and you're already so arrogant."
Jaina's slender body emanated powerful magic. "I, who uphold Justice, cannot tolerate any tyranny. Magni Bronzebeard, don't think no one can deal with you."
Jaina opened several Portals, and a large number of towering Ice Elementals entered Icecrown Citadel. The Fervor air quickly turned icy cold, and the temperature continued to drop.
A great battle erupted Ice Elementals and Fire Elementals elements, with Frost and flames clashing violently.
Originally, the Ice Elementals and Fire Elementals elements were evenly matched.
However, Jaina herself was an Archmage, and a bright halo appeared beneath her feet, empowering her Ice Elementals. Magni's Fire Elementals quickly became unable to withstand the onslaught and were forced to retreat.
Seeing that things were going badly, Magni raised Stormhammer and slammed it down on Jaina.
Jaina was prepared, summoning an incredibly tall Ice Elementals that formed an Ice Barrier to block Magni's attack.
In the end, the Fire Elementals were defeated, and even Magni himself was frozen inside an ice coffin by Jaina.
Jaina raised her pointed chin and said Pride, "Sylvanas, if I want to become the Warchief of the Horde, would you support me?"
Sylvanas glanced at Antonidas, Antonidas frowned and pondered for a long time before shaking his head bitterly.
This meant that Antonidas wasn't confident he could escape from Jaina. Sylvanas pondered calmly for a moment before replying helplessly:
"My sister is impeccable in terms of background, appearance, and character. If you were to become the Warchief Horde, you would be far superior to that stinking Orcs. I support you."
Jaina smiled happily, then looked at King Varian:
"Your King, thank you for your years of hard work. You are a qualified leader of the Alliance, but I feel that someone else is more suitable for this position. What do you think?"
Varian was about to say something when they heard footsteps approaching. Tirion Fordring, carrying the Helm of Domination, stepped down from the Frozen Throne.
"I have fulfilled my mission and successfully defeated the Lich King Arthas, saving the world. Gentlemen, the position of leader of the Alliance and the Horde rightfully belongs to me."
Thrall, who had been silent all along, burst into laughter, looking around with a sly smile:
"What have I just heard? You are all utterly outrageous! Have you forgotten? My position as Warchief is supported by the Emissary messenger, and the Elune is my powerful backer."
Jaina smiled too:
"Times have changed, Thrall. Did you think that by defeating the Scourge, the Orcs could unify Azeroth? With the Scourge destroyed, the Orcs have lost their purpose."
Thrall, of course, didn't believe it and was about to explain.
With a flash of light, the Emissary in Icecrown Citadel, snatched the Helm of Domination from Tirion Fordring's hand, examined it carefully for a long time, and then let out a long sigh:
"This is indeed Arthas' Helm of Domination, Tirion Fordring. You truly accomplished it, annihilating the Scourge and killing Arthas. By the way, did you encounter the Primordial Emissary?"
The Primordial Emissary was captured by the Scourge and his soul was imprisoned in the Halls of Reflections. Tirion Fordring shook his head. "I'm sorry, the esteemed Primordial Emissary was not found."
The Emissary a small sigh of relief, then feigned a sorrowful expression. "I will report everything to Elune. Tirion Fordring, you've done well. Azeroth is truly blessed to have you."
Upon seeing the Emissary, Thrall felt as if he had found a pillar of support and stepped forward to plead, "Emissary, these people actually dare to plot to seize the position of Warchief! This is utterly lawless!"
The Emissary calmly looked at Thrall and explained, "Thrall, calm down. This is all the will of Elune. Elune deeply loves the Orcs, but the Orcs of Orgrimmar are inept at battle and are no longer the Old Horde that the Moon Goddess admires. The Orcs need to grow stronger through hardship."
"Hardship? That's not fair," Thrall protested.
The Emissary a stern face and reprimanded:
"Thrall, what the Moon Goddess needs is an invincible Orcs army, not a bunch of pleasure-seeking good-for-nothings. Without the Moon Goddess's support, you are a useless piece of trash. Orcs need to stand out in fair competition, or they might as well all die."
Thrall had not forgotten the cruel methods of the Emissary, and could only nod and obey, daring not to utter a sound.
Tirion Fordring surveyed Jaina's large group of Ice Elementals and said confidently:
"Jaina, your army of Ice Elementals is formidable, but Azeroth harbors an even more terrifying power. Let me show you Scourge true Undead."