Varian and Jaina exchanged a glance.
Both were born into prominent royal families and were prepared from birth for marriage to be something they could sacrifice at any time.
To rescue Thrall, a passionate love affair is nothing unusual; they can even feign affection and loyalty, making the charade real—that's a basic skill for royalty.
Just as Varian was about to agree, Therazane the Stonemother, spoke again, "No, no, I think you've misunderstood. Love among kin is not enough to awaken Thrall; only a great love that transcends race can save Thrall."
Varian suddenly had a bad feeling, just as the Therazane the Stonemother slowly said:
"I have many daughters, but only the most beautiful Theradras has successfully married. You are a human man, King, barely worthy of my daughters. You may choose any one of them."
Just as I suspected.
Varian's face turned deathly pale. How could Varian not know what the Earth Princess Theradras looked like? She was the Stone Mother's most beautiful daughter. What terrifying monsters must her other daughters be?
Although he was prepared to sacrifice his marriage, the other party had to be of the same race, no, at least a creature of flesh and blood. An ugly Elemental was far beyond Varian's bottom line.
Varian looked bitter and said tactfully, "Beautiful Stone Mother, I am but a lowly human, with a lifespan of less than a hundred years. I am afraid I am unworthy of your beloved daughter."
The Stone Mother was prepared and replied:
"No problem, I've been prepared for this for a long time. There was once a Furbolg King named Zaetar who was truly in love with my daughter Theradras. I bestowed upon him the body of Wild God and made him the eldest son of the Demigod Cenarius. Haha, even the Wild God has to give me face."
"This!"
Varian was slightly tempted. A typical political marriage would at most secure the monarchy, but this marriage would grant him the body of Wild God, allowing him to live forever, ageless and immortal.
But the thought of Theradras's hideous appearance and Zaetar 'Varian tragic death from domestic violence sent chills down Varian's spine. Varian might have agreed to marry Furbolg princess, but not an earth princess.
Jaina forced a smile:
"Varian, any price is worth paying to save the great Savior Thrall. Besides, the Stone Mother's daughters are all beautiful, gentle, and kind. What reason do you have to refuse?"
Varian for a long time, then, thinking of achieving great deeds and making a name for himself in history, he disregarded everything else and forced a smile, "It is my honor, Lady Stone Mother."
The Stone Mother smiled contentedly, "Human, I can wait. When your life comes to an end, I will transform you into Wild God. Of course, if you are eager to marry my daughter, I can grant your wish now."
Varian breathed a slight sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Lord Stone Mother, the Kingdom of Stormwind is in turmoil, and there are many things that require my attention. Please give me some time."
"No problem."
The Stone Mother readily agreed and announced loudly:
"I look forward to this perfect marriage. Your love will surely become a legend in Azeroth, and perhaps even create a new race."
Varian didn't know what magic in interracial love held, or if it was just an excuse.
At the bottom of the ravine, in the Basalt Forest, the stone sculpture that imprisoned Thrall's soul shattered, Thrall's soul, curled up and trembling, returned to Jaina's hands.
Jaina said solemnly, "We have obtained three-quarters of Thrall's soul. Now only the most dangerous place remains: the Firelands, Ragnaros's lair."
Varian let out a sigh of relief, "I just hope everything goes well."
The Portal to Mount Hyjal activated once more, Varian led his army to the Firelands. Here, Lava flowed everywhere, and the air was filled with terrifying heat. The soldiers were parched, their skin cracked, and they were drowsy from the heat of the Flames. It was a miracle that they could even stand up.
Jaina felt the elements within her being Pain Suppression, and the Flames weakening her power. She said uneasily, "The realm of Flame is more terrifying than I imagined. I can feel the world's rage trying to crush me, but even so, we cannot give up."
Varian looked at the soldiers who were barely holding on, and a wave of despair washed over him. He began to regret his actions.
A towering Flamewaker awaited them. This creature, born from Lava, had a snake-like lower body and powerful arms. Although it was a creature of flesh and blood, its control over Flame was unparalleled.
The Flamewaker approached and loudly introduced himself, "I am Majordomo Executus, the Administrator. Ragnaros, the Firelord, ordered me to wait here."
A cool breeze enveloped Varian's army, and the soldiers felt less uncomfortable and were able to breathe more freely.
Varian frowned slightly. "I am King Varian, and I have come for Thrall Savior."
Majordomo Executus chuckled and looked at Varian: "Are you really determined to save Thrall?"
Varian stated firmly, "No one can stop my resolve."
Majordomo Executus seemed to see through everything, chuckling, "Ambition has made you lose your mind; I even suspect it's some kind of magic. So that's it. Your mind was never truly sound to begin with; false memories were forcibly implanted, affecting your intelligence."
"What are you saying?" Varian forced back his anger.
Majordomo Executus waved his hand and said, "Suppress your anger. It's pointless. In this Firelands, without my protection, you will soon be reduced to ashes."
Varian had to suppress his anger. "I only want to rescue the great Savior Thrall and save this miserable world."
Majordomo Executus led the way. "Follow me."
Within a massive volcano, Thrall's remnant soul transformed into a terrifying ball of flame, unleashing an angry roar and revealing his entire plan without reservation:
"I am Thrall. I will use the Elemental Power of Azeroth to repair the shattered Outland, and seize this powerful force. All life on Azeroth will be destroyed, and all living beings will perish tragically. I will become the great Elemental Lords. I am the great Savior. I will destroy Azeroth, and first I will use that fool Varian."
Varian listened blankly to the voice. Majordomo Executus asked, "Now that you know Thrall's ambitions, are you still willing to save him?"
Varian didn't believe some of the rumors, but Thrall's words made Varian suspicious.
"Jaina, tell me, this isn't true," Varian asked, without much hope.
Majordomo Executus was standing nearby, and the astute Jaina knew she couldn't lie, so she nodded.
"Varian, listen to me. Savior's Thrall are precisely to save Azeroth. Don't you think this world is full of evil, and only through complete destruction can it be reborn?"
Varian roared furiously, "Do you think I'm a fool?"
"Hehe!"
Jaina gave a sinister laugh:
"Yes, Varian, I deceived you. Thrall's goal was to destroy Azeroth, but you've gone too far. You'd better obey; you have no other choice."