Akama sized up Kael'thas, whose slender figure and fiery red robes made Elven Prince appear like a blazing Flame, his azure eyes radiating unwavering confidence.
"Do you need my help?" Akama asked.
Kael'thas smiled confidently, his face cold, and gently shook his head.
Akama sighed, "After all, they came from that world. How could they be a match for you? I really want to know, what kind of hatred made you crawl out of hell?"
Kael'thas's gaze became incredibly complex, his lips trembled slightly, and he moved, leaping high from the top of the cliff like a giant bird.
With a loud cry, a burning Phoenix appeared at Kael'thas's feet.
Gently stepping onto the Phoenix's back, Kael'thas, like a shooting star, made his first target Jaina.
Kael'thas's mind was filled with hatred and resentment towards this woman, an unforgivable betrayal. The burning Phoenix streaked across the sky, catching up with Jaina as she fled across the land.
Jaina used Blink several times in succession, thinking she had successfully escaped the encirclement, when she suddenly heard a noise behind her and saw Kael'thas descending from the sky, which startled her greatly.
"No way, how are you still alive?" Jaina exclaimed in shock.
A massive amount of Flame power coalesced, Kael'thas sneered:
"Jaina, do you remember how you betrayed me in Tempest Keep, promising to elope with me and build Dalaran Outland? I was so blind to believe you, you wicked woman, and gave you the key to the back door of Tempest Keep. Then you poisoned my food, attracting a large number of adventurers. My most trusted people, my most reliable confidants, were mercilessly slaughtered."
Jaina quickly interjected, "Kael'thas, please let me explain."
"Don't worry, woman, you have plenty of time to explain to me."
Kael'thas twirled his ten slender fingers as if playing a beautiful piano piece, and a massive, rapidly spinning Fireball, the size of a millstone, hurtled towards Jaina.
While the two were talking, Jaina was also preparing a spell; a hemispherical Ice Barrier appeared behind her, attempting to block the Fireball.
The black vortex of the spinning Fireball generated a terrifying devouring power, instantly destroying the Ice Barrier. Jaina was terrified, as this was beyond her understanding of magic, and instinctively activated the Ice Block.
The Fireball hovered above the Ice Block, its center sprawling with countless Flame tentacles that easily destroyed the barrier and bound Jaina tightly like venomous snakes.
"What kind of terrible magic is this?!"
Jaina lay motionless on the ground, her magic suppressed. She could only plead, looking pitiful, but Kael'thas didn't even glance at her.
Kael'thas's next target is Antonidas.
Seeing Jaina captured in a single encounter, Antonidas knew he couldn't defeat Kael'thas and could only run for his life.
After casting Blink dozens of times, Antonidas suddenly found himself back where he started, with Kael'thas smiling in front of him.
"Antonidas, the Orcs devoured the mages of Dalaran, and you're serving them."
Fireball, the size of a millstone, spun towards them. Antonidas only had time to ask, "What did you do to me?" before being captured, just like Jaina.
Upon seeing Kael'thas chasing after her atop the Phoenix, Sylvanas, running at breakneck speed, fired dozens of arrows, all of which were swallowed up by the vortex at the center of the Fireball.
"Damn it, what kind of monster are you?"
Sylvanas, too, could not escape being Destiny.
When Thrall Savior, saw Kael'thas chasing after him, he hurriedly knelt on the ground, begging for his life, and said with a fawning smile, "Great Prince Kael'thas, Orcs and High Elves will always be good friends."
Kael'thas harbored the deepest hatred for Thrall, coldly questioning him, "Thrall, have you forgotten the night in Silvermoon City? Sylvanas is a cowardly Imp, but I will never forget the crimes the Orcs committed against my people."
A Fireball shattered Thrall's body, leaving only his head encased in ice.
King Varian, Magni Bronzebeard, Tirion Fordring also could not escape Kael'thas's pursuit. Only the Emissary escaped with a strange ability, leaving a trail of milky white light on the Path of Glory.
The returnees from the Black Temple achieved a great victory, seizing a large amount of resources. The leaders of the Alliance and Horde who had fled to Outland all fell into Kael'thas's hands and were sent to the gloomy dungeons of the Black Temple.
Orgrimmar.
Vol'jin Eitrigg were enjoying a delicious Tauren inside the warchief's tent. Thrall had been missing for some time, and although the two had tried their best to keep it a secret, Orgrimmar was now filled with rumors.
It is said that Thrall died in Northrend, his head ripped off by the Lich King Arthas and hung at the entrance of Icecrown Citadel.
In order to stabilize the situation and for his own ambitions, Vol'jin realized that he needed a Warchief, and this banquet was to win Eitrigg's support.
"Eitrigg, you are Thrall's most trusted man. The great Savior Thrall has been missing for many days. The Orcs must have a leader, Horde must have a Warchief. I recommend you to replace Thrall."
Eitrigg was a smart man; he knew he wasn't capable enough to control the situation in Orgrimmar. In contrast, the cunning Vol'jin had already planted a large number of loyalists throughout Orgrimmar.
Although Vol'jin appeared sincere, Eitrigg knew it was just a facade. If he agreed, he'd likely die on the spot. So he quickly and humbly replied:
"Lord Vol'jin, Thrall, the Savior, has high hopes for you. He has told me more than once that only you are capable of inheriting the position of Warchief. I Eitrigg, know my limitations; I am not fit for this position. For the sake of Azeroth, for the sake of the Horde, I implore you not to decline."
Eitrigg was sensible, Vol'jin thought to himself with a hint of smug satisfaction, and deliberately said in a difficult tone:
"Old friend Eitrigg, you should understand that Orgrimmar supports me. The people's will is my priority, and I can't refuse them. However, the 100,000 Orcs brought from the Caverns of Time only obey Savior 'Thrall orders. If someone can tell them Thrall is dead, Orgrimmar can unite as one, recapture Theramore, and easily destroy the Alliance."
Eitrigg was secretly alarmed. He knew that compared to the arrogant and domineering Thrall, the cunning Vol'jin was even more difficult to deal with, and he had no choice but to agree.
"Warchief Vol'jin, rest assured, I will take care of it."
Vol'jin grinned broadly. "Haha, Warchief, I love that title! Come, let's drink to this, and from now on, the Horde will be ours."
Just as the two were feeling smug, a terrifying roar erupted outside the tent:
"Vol'jin, you are not qualified to be the Warchief Horde. It's laughable that a lowly Troll like you dares to aspire to the position of Warchief."
Two tall figures walked in, the one in the lead being Garrosh Hellscream, followed by Saurfang the Great. Outside the tent, a large crowd had gathered, and the tent was completely surrounded.
Garrosh raised his fist and knocked Vol'jin down with a single punch, his Tauren- skin boots slamming into Vol'jin's face.
"I am Garrosh Hellscream, I am the Warchief of the Horde."