Varian stared at Jaina in astonishment, as if he were meeting her for the first time.
After that moment of shock, a storm raged in Varian's mind as the memories forcibly imposed on him by the Moon Goddess gradually became clear.
He began to understand many things and see many people for who they truly are.
"So I was just a fool who was used by Thrall," Varian said with a wry smile, looking down.
Jaina's eyes widened, and she sneered in a sharp voice:
"I have long seen through everything about human society: hypocrisy, lies, cowardice. You are just like the idiotic King Terenas, never thinking of avenging your people who died tragically, only thinking of your own selfish desires. Facing the murderer of your father and the beasts that slaughtered your people, you insist on talking about peace, but it is nothing but cowardice."
Varian's hands trembled uncontrollably as he said resentfully, "Our House Wrynn rules the Kingdom of Stormwind with courage."
"Courage, hahaha, that's hilarious."
Jaina laughed until tears streamed down her face.
"Come, King Varian, your chance to show your courage has come. You can refuse to rescue Thrall, and he will surely die, but you will also become Thrall's accomplice, a lackey of the Destroyer. What right do you have to be King of Stormwind City? You will be cursed by posterity for ten thousand years."
Varian turned pale. Jaina had found his Achilles' heel, his greatest weakness. He wanted to be remembered for eternity, but instead, he was condemned to eternal infamy. Varian could not accept this.
Jaina looked at Varian triumphantly. "Accept reality. You have no choice. I've known all along that so-called Kings are Imp and weaklings. If you had any sense of responsibility, why would I have helped those filthy Orcs?"
Varian's thoughts were in turmoil, but he finally lowered his head dejectedly and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Manager Majordomo Executus seemed to have anticipated this answer, and sneered:
"Varian, you don't need to apologize to me. I have long since seen through the secrets of mortals. Mortals are inherently weak and incapable of shouldering the responsibility of saving the world. It's laughable that Ragnaros, the Firelord, would actually want to give you a chance."
Majordomo Executus exhaled:
"You have indeed disappointed Ragnaros. The safety of Azeroth can only be protected by us elementals, not by incompetent flesh and blood. You will only bring trouble. As you wish, take Thrall's soul back, Varian."
Varian asked in surprise, "Since you knew about Thrall's plot, why didn't you kill him?"
Majordomo Executus smiled slightly:
"Killing Thrall is pointless; new Orcs will immediately take his place, such as Saurfang, Garrosh, or even countless other Orcs. They could all become Thrall. Ragnaros wanted to support you and wipe out all the Orcs of Azeroth, solving the problem once and for all, but you lacked the courage. Thrall's cowardice earned him a chance to survive; a familiar, weak opponent is always better than facing a strange enemy."
Varian began to understand that Thrall was merely a figurehead standing in the spotlight, behind whom lay a terrifying and mysterious power.
The elementals were very familiar with Thrall, making them even more confident in their ability to oppose him.
The phantom of Thrall roared arrogantly within the crater. Majordomo Executus casually unleashed a Fireball, igniting Thrall's remnant soul, which wept in agony, wailing and begging for its life.
Jaina finally obtained Thrall's last fragment of soul. With a complete soul, creating a body was not difficult; Alexstrasza, Red Dragon Queen Life-Binder, could do just that.
Returning to Mount Hyjal through the Portal, Varian was surprised to find that he was the only one who had returned; his army of over ten thousand remained in the Firelands.
"Jaina, what have you done?" Varian protested loudly.
"Soldiers are the King's courage." Jaina laughed maliciously. "King without soldiers is a useless piece of trash."
Varian was about to say something when he felt extremely uncomfortable. The world suddenly magnified before his eyes, and he could no longer utter a human voice.
He was turned into a little mouse by Jaina and locked in a cage, squeaking incessantly.
"I rescued Thrall; it had nothing to do with anyone else. It was all my doing," Jaina muttered smugly to herself, then hesitated before deciding not to kill Varian in the cage.
Carrying Thrall's soul, Jaina happily hummed a little tune as she returned to the wedding venue.
At the top of the Altar lay Thrall's body, perfectly intact, his chest rising and falling gently, his breathing normal. Agna knelt beside him, tears streaming down her face, clutching Thrall's hand.
Jaina was somewhat puzzled. The Red Dragon Queen in human form glanced at Jaina, casually snatched Thrall's soul from Jaina's hand, and placed it into Thrall's body.
Although unwilling, Jaina dared not offend the Red Dragon Queen and could only remain silent. Kalecgos leaned close to Jaina and whispered an explanation:
"A Demons from the Burning Legion has delivered Thrall's backup body, waiting for you to retrieve your soul. I can imagine the many dangers you must have faced in the four Elemental Planes, but I want to tell you, please be mentally prepared."
Jaina was initially confused, but quickly understood. Her heart skipped a beat, and she whispered, "Damn it, are you saying someone stole my credit?"
Kalecgos simply smiled, offering no explanation, and shrugged, saying, "Jaina, you're a smart woman; you know what to do."
Thrall slowly awoke, weakly looking around, his cunning eyes Liuliu about.
Agna, her face beaming with joy, stood up and announced loudly:
"I ventured alone into the four Elemental Planes, I punched Al'Akir the Wind Rider, kicked Neptulon the Tidehunter, Therazane the Stonemother knelt before me begging for her life, Ragnaros the Firelord fled in terror at the mere mention of my name. I am Agna, wife of Thrall the Savior, the Elemental Binder, the greatest Shaman of Azeroth."
The timid Agna did nothing, yet stole Jaina's credit, infuriating Jaina so much that she gritted her teeth, her whole body trembling, and waves of anger welled up in her heart.
The Red Dragon Queen glanced at Jaina, smiled, and said, "I greatly admire Agna's courage and strength; I can vouch for her."
Ysera, the Green Dragonflight, immediately responded, praising loudly:
"As expected of Savior 'Thrall wife, Agna displayed extraordinary talent from a young age, gradually growing into a true master. Even Sargeras could only flee in the face of Agna, and the Titans of the Pantheon were nothing but ants before Agna."
Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, shook his head and said:
"I have witnessed countless Timeline, but I have never seen an Orcs woman as great as Agna. She is the wife of Thrall, the Savior, and the undisputed Mother of Azeroth. Without Agna, our world would have perished long ago."
Jaina was so angry she almost fainted, but she managed to keep quiet.
Thrall gradually recovered and was able to sit up. He clearly remembered everything that had happened in the Elemental Plane. He stared at Jaina with a ferocious expression, then looked at the cage in Jaina's hand.
"I know this rat. He's King Varian of Stormwind City. He's the one who made me this way. That damned murderer plotted to destroy Azeroth. I will never let him get away with this. I'll make him the main course tonight."