At Mount Hyjal, in the luxurious Nordrassil Ruins Hotel, the wedding of the Savior Thrall took place as scheduled.
Although the number of guests was small, they were all prominent figures in Azeroth.
The Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, in human form, wore bright red tight-fitting leather armor, and her graceful figure successfully overshadowed the bride Agna. The Green Dragon Ysera was more low-key, but her tight green crop top still made her radiant.
Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, remained silent, not uttering a word about his "disappearance" in recent years. Kalecgos, the Blue Dragonflight, was the most lively and eager to speak with the other Dragon King, but none of Dragon King paid him any attention.
The Priestess of the Moon Tyrande Whisperwind wore a white Priest robe, the lapels and collar adorned with exquisite and intricate lace. She was graceful, noble, and elegant, with clear eyes and a dignified bearing. Her charm was in no way inferior to that of the two female Dragon Kings.
In contrast, despite Agna wearing a wedding dress woven from precious magical gemstones, she was Pain Suppression by the other female guests in both temperament and appearance.
Thrall didn't care at all; after all, his marriage to Agna was only in name, and the wedding itself was just an excuse.
In the kitchen of the Nordrassil Grand Hotel, Cairne Bloodhoof was carefully preparing. Thunder Bluff had sent five thousand strong Tauren as food for the wedding. Under Cairne's tutelage, these Tauren were incredibly devoted to Thrall and willing to die for him.
Meanwhile, Jaina opened Portal near the hotel, Varian led 20,000 human soldiers through Portal one after another, preparing to protect the great Savior Thrall.
These soldiers were all carefully selected, and like the five thousand minotaurs, under the influence of the Peace Dove, they worshipped the Savior Thrall immensely. Upon hearing that they could see their idol Thrall, they wished they could kneel down and kiss Thrall's toes.
Malfurion was the officiant at the wedding. As the bride and Thrall walked over, a foul body odor assaulted Malfurion's nostrils, nearly causing Malfurion to faint.
"Damn it, even the magic-rich lake waters of Nordrassil can't wash away the Orcs' body odor?"
Malfurion, forcing a smile and holding his breath, opened his arms and said, "Greetings, friends! This is a great day! Our great Savior Thrall will marry Agna, the most beautiful woman in Azeroth. Like twin snow lotuses blooming on the Frostwolf Clan's snowy mountains, they will forever be together, loving and cherishing each other."
"Shut up, you fool! I didn't invite you to officiate at a wedding!" Thrall interrupted Malfurion rudely. "Ignorant Night Elf, can't you sense a powerful force lurking nearby?"
Malfurion was taken aback, wondering what was going on. He still spoke politely:
"Young Thrall, your power hasn't grown over the years. I can sense your extreme thirst for power, but an Evil force lingers around you, the Power of Destruction of Archimonde, and he hopes you can find another way."
Thrall grinned maliciously, "I am the great Savior, and I need this power to destroy everything. Malfurion, don't you want to help me gain this power? Do you want to refuse this great honor?"
Malfurion hesitated. The astute Malfurion knew he couldn't refuse directly; offending Thrall wouldn't be wise. So he said tactfully, "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with this power. I would very much like to help, but unfortunately, I'm powerless to do so."
Thrall was unsurprised, chuckled coldly, and looked at the three Dragon Kings again:
"And what about you? Do you also want to refuse this great honor? You all know my grand plan, a feat that will benefit generations to come. We are all creators of history and will witness this great miracle with our own eyes."
Kalecgos said ingratiatingly, "My Savior, I am more than willing to help you."
Thrall sneered, "Useless trash, your opinion is irrelevant."
Seeing that the Red Dragon Queen looked displeased, the Green Dragon Ysera guessed what the Red Dragon Queen was thinking and deliberately changed the subject, saying in a low voice:
"Friends, we gather here today to celebrate the wedding of Thrall and Agna. This is a small gift from our Green Dragonflight, a magical branch from the depths of the Emerald Dream."
Nozdormu shrieked in agreement, "Time is precious, sister, let's prepare for the wedding!"
Thrall chuckled coldly, "Very well, since you're so uncooperative, then don't blame me for being impolite. I have a feeling you'll soon be kneeling at my feet, begging for my forgiveness."
A thunderous roar shook the earth.
A Tauren and a Draenei emerged; they were Moon Earthfury and Nobundo, leaders of the Earthen Ring. Behind them followed a large group of Earthen Ring members, all dressed in dark robes, with an eerie black sphere hovering above their heads.
Moon Earthfury and Nobundo chanted something together, and a dark power spread outwards, binding the guests present. The Red Dragon Queen was surprised to find herself unable to move.
"Damn it, what kind of terrible magic is this?" The Red Dragon Queen struggled desperately to break free.
"Time has betrayed me. Why is this happening? In the endless Timeline, I have never seen such Evil magic." Nozdormu lost his usual composure.
"Thrall, what have you done?" Ysera demanded.
Thrall laughed triumphantly, "Excuse me, have I disturbed you all? Either you help me obtain Archimonde's Evil power, or you refuse this offer."
Malfurion roared defiantly, "I am not afraid of death."
"Death, haha, whoever mentioned the word 'death' is too merciful."
Thrall's face contorted in a grotesque grimace, and the members of the Earthen Ring chanted incessantly. Dark power surged forth, transforming into raging flames that engulfed Malfurion, scorching his soul.
Malfurion knelt on the ground in agony, begging for mercy in his endless suffering.
Thrall walked up to Malfurion, patted him on the head, and said:
"Malfurion, you may be the most powerful Druid in the world, but you are still just a mortal. Your fragile soul makes you vulnerable. If your master's curse were to fall upon you, you would live in eternal torment."
Tyrande, who had been silent, whispered, "Alright, Thrall, we agree to your request."
Thrall smiled slightly, relieving Malfurion of his torment, and looked at the other guests. "The Night Elf race have made a wise choice, so what about you?"
The Red Dragon Queen gritted her teeth. This dark power was beyond her comprehension, and she couldn't break free. She could only helplessly reply, "Thrall, the Dragon Aspects can grant your wish."
Thrall said smugly, "Very good, I knew the Justice would gain everyone's support. So let's begin the spell. You planted the World Tree; all you need to do is let its last bit of power dissipate. Leave the rest to us."
The people of the Earthen Ring erected a small Altar in preparation for Thrall's Ascension Ritual.
"It seems like something's missing." Thrall for a while, then said in a low voice:
"Oh, right, we're missing the flesh offerings. Go tell Cairne Bloodhoof that the wedding feast has begun and the guests need to eat."