The involvement of an Archmage can change the course of a battle.
However, Jaina's collusion with the Orcs was not enough to earn Varian's trust, and her assurances were unreliable.
Moreover, the situation on the battlefield is constantly changing and beyond human control, especially in a world like Azeroth with its various chaotic forces. No one can guarantee what will happen on the Battlefield.
Even if Jaina is willing to do her best to help, she may not be able to make a difference in crucial moments.
This level of rhetoric was insufficient to change Varian's attitude, and he was about to formulate a more tactful refusal.
Kalecgos was standing nearby, suddenly looked up, his eyes sparkling.
A strange feeling welled up inside Varian; he found Jaina incredibly cute and beautiful, almost like a pure and holy mother, utterly convincing.
A warm feeling enveloped Varian, and he felt how wonderful the world was, saying with joy:
"Jaina, it's so great to have your help."
Varian's unexpected friendliness caught Jaina off guard, and a feeling of contempt and rejection instinctively welled up within her. How could a lowly human King be worthy of the proud Jaina?
Jaina instinctively took a step back and forced a smile, saying, "Your King, I hope you have a pleasant working relationship with Thrall."
Varian's eyes softened with tenderness as he said, "I don't trust that savage Orcs; I only trust you."
Jaina suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were walking alone at night and being watched by a chimpanzee. She quickly pulled Kalecgos aside.
"This is Kalecgos, the Aspect of the Blue, my close friend."
Unfortunately, Jaina's actions did not dampen Varian's enthusiasm. Varian, burning with passion, announced loudly, "Lady Jaina, I will be hosting a grand banquet. Tonight, Stormwind Keep will be filled with revelry. You must attend!"
Jaina gave a helpless, wry smile, while secretly taking pride in her own charm.
Garrosh led his Orcs army to land in the Krasarang Wilds and immediately summoned his generals for a address.
"Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis. We Orcs bear the destiny to save Azeroth; we are Azeroth's only hope. The Destroyer Thrall, is plotting to destroy Azeroth. Listen up, everyone: this battle must succeed; failure is not an option."
The generals swore oaths, willing to give their lives for the Warchief, including Chen Stormstout and Rokhan.
Garrosh looked at Nazgrim with dissatisfaction and asked, "I'd like to know, are there any places nearby with a high concentration of Sha energy?"
Nazgrim replied hesitantly, "Warchief, although the Vermilion Bird Temple in the Krasarang Wilds has been abandoned for a long time, it still contains abundant Sha power."
Garrosh nodded and ordered, "The army will march to Vermilion Bird Temple immediately."
A full 50,000 Orcs surrounded the ruins of Vermilion Bird Temple.
Garrosh selected five thousand of Kor'kron elite troops and entered the ruins of Vermilion Bird Temple. His generals accompanied them, and they saw a large cart covered with a black cloth, protected by Garrosh's most trusted elites. No one was allowed to approach it, and no one knew what was inside.
Nazgrim looked at Chen Stormstout with a questioning gaze, but the latter shook his head to indicate that he did not know.
Sensing the intense Sha power emanating from the Vermilion Bird Temple, Garrosh smiled with satisfaction and summoned Nazgrim.
"General, you've been in Pandaria for some time now. Do you know anything about the Sha?"
Nazgrim, unsure of the Warchief's meaning, could only cautiously reply:
"Reporting to the Warchief, although the Pandaren consider the Sha to be enemies, they cannot live without Sha. The Sha grant the Pandaren their Chi, and every martial arts holy land has a Sha supporting it."
Garrosh grinned menacingly, "Then do you know anything about the Sha of Pride?"
Nazgrim paused for a moment, hesitated, and then replied, "The Sha of Pride is the most mysterious. Legendary every Pandaren harbors pride, a negative emotion they find difficult to dispel."
Garrosh grinned:
"Pride has led the Pandaren astray, making them complacent and unambitious, which is why they have become food for us Orcs. Among the Sha, only the Sha of Pride is the most powerful and is an enemy of the Pandaren. I will use the power of the Sha of Pride to conquer all of Pandaria and kill Thrall, the Destroyer."
The black cloth covering the bell was lifted, revealing a large golden bell. Dozens of strong Orcs worked together to place the bell in the very center of the Vermilion Bird Temple.
Amidst the bewildered gazes of his generals, Garrosh declared triumphantly, "This is the Sacred Bell. I will use it to forge a powerful Sha army to sweep across all of Pandaria."
Five thousand carefully selected Kor'kron elites knelt around the Sacred Bell, and Garrosh personally rang it. As the melodious bell rang, it evoked a strange resonance.
A dark power converged towards the Sacred Bell, and as the bell rang, this power spread out like waves, flowing into the bodies of the surrounding Orcs soldiers.
As dark power was injected, the five thousand Orcs grew stronger. Their bodies swelled, their muscles bulged, black energy emanated from them, and their eyes turned blood red, as if they were about to go mad at any moment.
Garrosh declared triumphantly, "I have bestowed upon them the power of the Sha of Pride; they will be my Personal Guard, the most powerful force in Azeroth. I am the King of Azeroth."
Clearly, Garrosh was able to control the power of the Sha of Pride, and none of the surrounding generals were affected. Although some soldiers accidentally exploded and died, this did not affect Garrosh's ambition in the slightest.
Feeling this extremely dark power, Nazgrim trembled with fear, Chen Stormstout was even more uneasy, his legs went weak, and he almost sat down on the ground.
As everyone was drawn to the Sacred Bell, a wisp of dark power surged from Chen Stormstout's body.
The Timeless Isle.
After returning from Theramore, Wrathion continued his leisurely life, detached from worldly affairs.
In contrast, Thrall was extremely busy, setting up defenses on the beaches of the Timeless Isle, building multiple fortresses on the island, training soldiers day and night, and forging weapons, armor, and various war machines in preparation for the great battle against Garrosh.
Thrall was exhausted; he hadn't slept for days and nights and had lost a lot of weight.
That day, as Wrathion chatted with Madam Goya and watched the Orcs dismember the Chi-Ji, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes bulged out, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
Madam Goya was quite surprised. Wrathion was always calm and composed, able to control his emotions well. She didn't know what had happened to make him so panicked.
"No, no, this can't be! Damn it, this is the power of the Sha of Pride!" Wrathion roared in exasperation.
Madam Goya asked softly, "My lord, what has happened?"
"There's no time left." Wrathion paced back and forth anxiously, loudly ordering the Orcs messenger beside him, "Summon Thrall to see me."
The messenger rushed off to find Thrall, while Wrathion's mind was in turmoil, and he stammered, "No, my teleportation spell can only send a thousand Orcs to the Vermilion Bird Temple at most, and there are a full fifty thousand Orcs there! What should we do?"
Madam Goya asked demurely, "My lord, may I ask you something? Perhaps I can help you with your worries."
Wrathion frowned and said, "Garrosh is using a mysteriously obtained Sacred Bell to infuse five thousand Orcs with the power of the Sha of Pride. If we don't stop him, we're all doomed."
After a moment of Anjing contemplation, Madam Goya chuckled sweetly:
"My lord, I have a plan to destroy the Sacred Bell."