Even after the charm was dispelled, the ugly Akama still stared longingly at Jaina, her greedy gaze sending chills down Jaina.
Kael'thas smirked and scoffed, "Akama, has the distortion of her body changed your aesthetic sense? Wake up, you're just lusting after her body."
Having her thoughts exposed, Akama felt ashamed and lowered her head, whispering, "No, no, I will treat her with all my heart."
Kael'thas laughed heartily, "Akama, how long can you like her? Her beauty will only last for twenty years at most, after which it will gradually fade. Fifty years from now, a wrinkled Jaina will be uglier than you Broken. Are you sure you'll still be good to her then?"
Akama took a deep breath and began to calm down. The Draenei were nearly immortal, and although Akama had become Broken, his lifespan would not change.
In contrast, human lifespan is far too short, almost fleeting.
Akama felt a lump in her throat and said sadly:
"In my long life, I've never been moved by any woman. I never imagined that the only woman I've ever been moved by would be a doomed, unrequited love. Fine, I'll give up."
Seeing that Akama had been persuaded, Jaina finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Draenei are tall, imposing, and strong, but the Broken have been corrupted by the poisonous mist, lost the protection of the Holy Light, and become hideous, making them not the ideal partner in Jaina's heart.
As Kael'thas was about to leave with Akama, Jaina realized this was a rare opportunity and hurriedly called out, "Prince Kael'thas, we can talk!"
"Shall we talk?"
Kael'thas narrowed his eyes, looking at Jaina with a mocking expression:
"You're going to try to seduce me like you did at Tempest Keep, or have some other schemes up your sleeve. Put away your childish tricks; you won't get your chance."
Jaina bit her lip, as if she had made a huge decision. "Can we make a deal?"
Kael'thas sized Jaina up and down. "I don't think you're qualified to trade with me. What will you offer in exchange for your freedom?"
"To save the world," Jaina said solemnly.
Kael'thas looked puzzled, then scoffed, "You think you can fool me with that old, tired trick? I'm not one of Azeroth's foolish citizens."
Jaina shook her head and said seriously, "What I mean by saving the world is Outland, the shattered Draenor World. Because of Ner'zhul's mistake, this world is on the verge of destruction. I think you should know that Outland won't last much longer."
Kael'thas's expression was uncertain as he whispered, "Continue."
Jaina answered cautiously:
"I know Thrall has a plan to control the earth, fire, water, and wind forces of Azeroth and channel them into Outland, restoring the elemental balance and repairing the torn world. If successful, Outland will be reborn, as vibrant as it was before the Dark Portal opened."
Kael'thas glared at Jaina: "The result would be the complete destruction of Azeroth, the death of countless lives. Your heart is utterly wicked."
Jaina declared righteously, "Saving the world transcends good and evil; for the sake of the Orcs' homeland, this price is worth paying."
Kael'thas sneered, "Jaina, as a citizen of Azeroth, how could you think such a thing? I'm sorry, but we are not the same kind of people."
Say yes!
A loud voice came from above, and Kael'thas knew it was the will of the Naaru A'dal.
Kael'thas was no longer the impulsive young man he once was. Without batting an eye, he quickly made a decision and said with a faint smile:
"Very well, Jaina, you have successfully gained my trust. Let's go and speak with Thrall; I need to know the details of the plan."
Kael'thas waved his hand, releasing Jaina from her chains and restoring her magic. An Archmage with magical powers could escape at any time; Kael'thas's actions demonstrated his complete confidence that Jaina could not escape his grasp.
This made Jaina feel somewhat frustrated, and she followed Kael'thas meekly.
Kael'thas led Jaina to a room filled with wraiths. Countless ghosts roamed the room. High in the ceiling, four thick chains bound a cube-shaped box. At the front of the box was a pained face that emitted a piercing howl.
"This is the Soul Casket," Kael'thas whispered, "The Draenei preserve the souls of their finest leaders, wisest Prophets, and bravest Warriors within the Soul Casket, hoping to use the power of the artifact to grant these great souls immortality. However, this is merely a deceptive lie. Do you know what their true purpose is?"
Jaina shook her head, looking up at the Soul Casket, where Thrall's head was trapped in the mouth of the human face, enduring pain day and night.
Kael'thas's gaze sharpened, and he said coldly:
"The Soul Casket is a cooking utensil used to prepare the souls of the Draenei, creating various flavors to prevent the Naaru from getting bored while consuming Draenei."
Jaina turned pale upon hearing this; beneath the bright exterior, the truth was often cruelly appalling.
Kael'thas waved his hand, and the Soul Casket spat out Thrall's head.
Several Broken caught Thrall's head and carried it to another room.
Kael'thas declared loudly, "We will recreate a body for Thrall. The Orcs slaughtered countless Draenei, and Thrall's favorite prey is Tauren and Pandaren. Therefore, we plan to use the flesh and blood of Draenei, Tauren, and Pandaren as materials; the appearance will simply resemble Orcs."
Jaina stared at Kael'thas in horror, feeling as if he were a complete stranger, and timidly said, "Kael'thas, you're not the same as before."
Jaina didn't have to wait long; in the time it takes to eat a meal, the Broken rebuilt Thrall's body, Kael'thas invited Jaina and Thrall to dinner.
The dinner was very lavish, with the main course being a huge Fel Orcs. Thrall, having regained his body, ate the Fel Orcs's flesh without any restraint, constantly praising the Chef's superb skills.
Jaina carefully picked up a piece of Fel Orcs meat, hesitated for a moment, and put it in her mouth. To her surprise, it tasted incredibly delicious. With a gentle chew, she found it tender and juicy. Jaina quickly forgot where the food came from and ignored her ladylike restraint, eating it heartily.
Kael'thas watched the two quietly, and only after they had almost finished eating did he slowly introduce them, "This Fel Orcs has an unusual background; in fact, he has some connection with Thrall."
With a fawning expression, Thrall asked obsequiously, "Please enlighten me Prince."
Kael'thas smiled slightly, "This Fel Orcs is the younger brother of Durotan, the former Warchief of the Frostwolf Clan. His name is Jarnal."
He was supposed to be Thrall's uncle, but among the savage Orcs, that was nothing special, and Thrall didn't take it to heart at all. Jaina, however, felt a little nauseous after hearing it.
Thrall said politely:
"As expected of the Frostwolf Clan, the taste is truly exquisite. Prince Highness, please allow me to introduce the plan to save the world, which I have been planning for a long time."