"The true Undead Scourge?"
As soon as Tirion Fordring finished speaking, Jaina felt uneasy. In her mind, Tirion Fordring must have become the new Lich King.
Arthas will not destroy Azeroth, but given Tirion Fordring's character, it's predictable that he will definitely use the Scourge to achieve his ambitions, unify Azeroth, and become the sole emperor.
In that instant, Jaina suddenly thought of a question, "What if Tirion Fordring takes a fancy to my beauty and forces me to become his queen? Should I agree? Or should I agree?"
The queen, high above all, a model of virtue for the world, seems quite fitting.
Jaina blinked and suddenly realized that although Tirion Fordring was a bit old, he was handsome and had a strong build, so he was quite pleasing to the eye.
Tirion Fordring, unaware of Jaina's wild thoughts, respectfully replied:
"Please welcome Master Meryl."
Archmage Meryl, an old friend of the Guardian Aegwynn, was also an acquaintance of Jaina.
Meryl appeared beside Tirion Fordring, smiling, and asked, "Tirion Fordring, have you done what you promised the Emperor?"
"Who is the Emperor?" The leaders present were all baffled.
Tirion Fordring respectfully presented the Helm of Domination, whispering, "This helmet contains the soul of Arthas; with it, one can become the leader of the Scourge."
Upon hearing about Arthas's soul, the leaders all became envious, and even the Emissary's expression changed. Considering the mysterious "Emperor," they hesitated for a moment and ultimately did not take any action.
Meryl accepted the Helm of Domination, nodded in satisfaction, and said:
"Tirion Fordring, you have done very well. The Emperor will unify Azeroth, and you will represent Emperor as the King of this world, helping Emperor govern all races and peoples."
As Meryl prepared to leave with the Helm of Domination, the other leaders, including the Emissary, watched with bated breath. Only Jaina, being younger, lost her composure and blocked Meryl's path, Pride asking:
"Master Meryl, are you really leaving like this?"
Before Master Meryl could speak, Tirion Fordring couldn't hold back any longer and angrily said:
"Jaina, you worthless scoundrel, Orcs's lackey, traitor to humanity, do you even know what a great being you are facing?"
"Shut up."
A massive ice spike flew towards him, Tirion Fordring hurriedly raised Frostmourne to defend himself. However, the ice spike was too heavy, and the Frostmourne Tirion Fordring, Tirion Fordring the ice spike smashed into Tirion Fordring's body, shattering the ice beneath him.
Having dealt with Tirion Fordring, Jaina coldly declared, "Master Meryl, if you don't leave behind the Helm of Domination, I'll challenge you to a duel right here."
Meryl's legs went weak with fear. He tried to remain calm, even though he had lived for over three thousand years. He was no match for Jaina, who had used the Spellstealer Wyrm.
A hearty laugh rang out, and Varimathras, the Dreadlord, emerged from the shadows, looking directly into Jaina's eyes. "Jaina, do you wish to be an enemy of the Burning Legion?"
"So it was you!"
Jaina bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "I wouldn't dare."
Varimathras chuckled. "Jaina, you're a smart woman. Go down here; there's nothing more for you."
Having said that, he took the Helm of Domination from Meryl's hands.
Varimathras suddenly appeared, and all the leaders present remained silent, even the Emissary merely frowned.
"The Lich King Arthas, you have finally fallen into my hands. Lord Kil'jaeden will surely reward me handsomely." Varimathras sensed that there was indeed a soul inside the helmet and couldn't wait to take it out and show it off.
The Dreadlord is adept at manipulating souls; his dark aura, like a venomous snake, penetrates deep into the Helm of Domination, binding the soul within.
"Come out, Arthas, I will torture you mercilessly, I will let your pitiful howls echo throughout Icecrown Citadel, I will tell everyone that this is the fate of those who oppose the Burning Legion and try to save Azeroth."
Varimathras forcefully pulled out a soul, and a withered Orcs spirit appeared before them. The Orcs spirit struggled to open its eyes, as if trying to make a sound, but it could not.
"Why an Orcs?" Varimathras was stunned.
Varian muttered to himself, "Could Arthas actually be an Orcs?"
"Idiot."
The Emissary slapped Varian across the face, sending him flying a great distance, spitting blood. The Emissary strode over and shouted:
"This is the Primordial Emissary, Varimathras! Release the Primordial Emissary once!"
Varimathras was initially quite disappointed, but upon hearing that it was Primordial Emissary, he immediately smiled and said, "I regret not obtaining Arthas's soul. This Primordial Emissary must be of great importance?"
The Emissary explained hastily, "The Elune has many Emissary; I am merely one of them, but there is only one Primordial Emissary."
"Oh!" Varimathras blinked his cunning little eyes and asked with a smile, "So, what price are you willing to pay?"
"Cost?"
The Emissary was stunned. The Burning Legion was no benevolent force, nor would they fear the Elune. Why would they hand over the Primordial Emissary without paying a price?
"Alright, what do you want?" The Emissary compromised. Although Varimathras was not very powerful, the Emissary did not want to offend the Burning Legion for the time being.
Varimathras knew his own strength; he was no match for the Emissary messenger. If pushed too far, the Emissary might very well disregard the Burning Legion and strike ruthlessly.
Varimathras's eyes darted around, and an idea came to him:
"My Emissary, we Dreadlords are easily satisfied. First, I request to become the leader of the Scourge. You must help me."
After considering it for a long time, the Emissary nodded in agreement.
Then, Varimathras pointed at Varian, who had just gotten up. "I want to become like him, to become the King of Stormwind City. I have a deep longing for the delicious souls of humans, and I hope Stormwind City can become my personal dining hall."
The Emissary agreed without hesitation. After all, he had saved Varian's life and had never taken the lowly human King seriously. The Emissary said expressionlessly, "Varian, this is your great honor. For the sake of Azeroth, I hope you will take your own life."
Varian touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, his face grim. He hated the Emissary disrespecting him, and he found it even more unbearable that the Emissary wanted him dead. So he said viciously:
"Emissary, you forced me into this. Since you want me to die, then let's all die!"
"You think you can do this?" The Emissary at him with disdain.
Varian laughed, a wild, unrestrained laugh. He pulled a crystal ball from his robes and threw it to the ground. The surface of the crystal ball was covered with countless Runes, and it shattered upon contact with the ground.
Everyone was startled and retreated hastily. Even the Emissary ran far away, Varimathras even flew onto the ceiling.
However, nothing happened.
After a long while, the terrified people finally returned to their original positions.
"Foolish Varian, are you still going to make a last-ditch effort?" the Emissary threatened.
Varian, still sporting a maniacal grin, pointed at the shards of the crystal ball. "Look what's that?"
The Emissary looked in the direction Varian pointed, but still couldn't see anything wrong, so he was about to execute Varian himself.
Among the fragments of the crystal ball, an inconspicuous green hair suddenly grew in the wind.
A sense of unease arose in everyone's hearts at the same time.