This is a golden mage robe, Legendary piece of equipment, Belo'vir's Last Stand.
Belovah Sarona, the former High Archmage of Quel'Thalas, was mortally wounded when Silvermoon City fell. He used his last bit of magic to teleport Countess Liadrin away, intending to tell the world the truth about the fall of Silvermoon City. Unfortunately, Liadrin succumbed to the Orcs' brutality and was unable to fulfill his last wish.
Later, Belovah was resurrected by Kel'Thuzad as a Scourge mage, and he specially crafted this Legendary piece of equipment, sending it to Silvermoon City and entrusting it to Countess Liadrin.
Unexpectedly, Liadrin casually put it up for auction, where it sold for an astronomical price and eventually ended up in the hands of King Greymane.
Jaina happily picked up the robe, which was custom-made for Liadrin and suited to a slender woman.
King Greymane said in a low voice, "My promise remains valid, but with one condition: the future heir to the throne must be a member of the Greymane Family."
Jaina asked irritably, "What should be done with my offspring?"
King Greymane lowered his voice. "Dragons and humans cannot reproduce."
Jaina snorted coldly, ceasing the discussion, and politely welcomed King Greymane's arrival.
Next to arrive was the Tauren Warchief Baine Bloodhoof, who entered Theramore with a small retinue. Baine looked around uneasily.
Baine removed the black hood covering his face and head. "Your Majesty Queen Jaina, I am very worried about being discovered by Garrosh, but it is a risk worth taking. I hope to obtain a larger share of the Ley Line. Thunder Bluff can establish a Druid army. What a magnificent sight it would be to see thousands of Druids standing on Thunder Bluff casting Moonfire!"
Jaina asked bluntly, "You want to betray the Horde, betray Garrosh?"
Baine stammered, "I didn't originally have the guts, but the number of Tauren in Thunder Bluff has dwindled to almost nothing; they're about to be eaten by the Orcs. In the end, I, the chieftain, will be the one served on the table. Queen Jaina, if you can agree to my terms, the Tauren are willing to serve you like slaves."
"Alright, Baine, it's human tradition not to eat the oxen in the fields."
Jaina told a lame joke and led Baine to the inn to rest, deliberately placing him next to King Greymane in the room, hoping to spark a romance.
Next to arrive was Aemora Bronzebeard, one of the Dwarf leaders, who first warmly embraced Jaina and loudly proclaimed:
"My best friend, you must allocate enough Ley Line to Ironforge. Yes, just to us Dark Iron Dwarves. The idiots in Ironforge only know how to forge iron, Wildhammer the fools in Ironforge are all busy raising Gryphons. They don't need the Ley Line. Only we Dark Iron Dwarves can focus on researching magic."
Jaina chuckled and said, "I remember the Dark Iron Dwarves are only Mastery in fire magic."
Aemora feigned mystery. "All magic is interconnected, and besides, the Dark Iron Dwarves are not weak in the Arcane realm. General Shazzrah of Molten Core is an Arcane master who taught the Dark Iron Dwarves Arcane Magic. Believe me, the Dark Iron Dwarves love Arcane."
Jaina warmly welcomed Aemora and arranged for her to stay in the best room.
The Prophet Velen arrived uninvited, Jaina greeted him with a displeased expression.
None of the Alliance leaders liked the Prophet Velen; if it weren't for Velen's extraordinary incompetence, the Orcs wouldn't have invaded Azeroth.
This old fellow likes to act like Prophet, pointing fingers everywhere, which is really disgusting.
The Prophet Velen stroked his beard, shaking his head as he said:
"Argus Planet possessed the Ley Line, which I oversaw its construction; it was a great miracle of the Eredar. The Naaru guide us, and I see a vision of the future. If I were to preside over the allocation of Ley Line authority, it would bring peace and hope to Azeroth."
Jaina threatened maliciously, "Prophet Velen, Thrall, and Garrosh are almost here. They'd love to put you on their table and devour you piece by piece."
Velen's face paled with fright, and he said nervously, "It shouldn't be, right? Orcs are kind and benevolent. We lived peacefully together in Draenor. I need a separate building, and I absolutely cannot allow Orcs near my room. By the way, Jaina, if you give me control of the Ley Line allocation, I'm willing to give you a very generous gift."
Jaina asked with interest, "What kind of gift is it?"
Velen explained, "The heart of the Raven God Rukhmar allows you to transform into Rukhmar, a flying creature like Dragon. It's enormous, so you won't be at a disadvantage when reproducing."
Jaina forced a smile, "Thank you for the Draenei's generosity. We can talk again another time."
Lor'themar Theron of Silvermoon City arrived, accompanied by Aethas Sunreavers, leader of the Sunreavers of Dalaran and one of the Council of Six.
Lor'themar said with fervor, "Your Majesty Queen Jaina, this is a great day. I have specially invited Aethas to witness my apprenticeship ceremony. From this day forward, you are my mentor. Please accept my bow."
Jaina's lips curled slightly, and she shook her head awkwardly. "I can't accept a disciple who is hundreds of years older than me."
Lor'themar said earnestly, "In the realm of magic, seniority has nothing to do with age."
Jaina shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, I find this hard to accept. Let me think about it some more."
Lor'themar tried to persist, but Aethas stopped him.
Aethas whispered, "Antonidas will be here soon; it won't be too late to formally become his disciple then."
Sure enough, Sylvanas arrived together with Antonidas.
Antonidas looked at Jaina carefully, his expression serious, and said, "Jaina, our master-disciple relationship has come to an end. Because of your outstanding contributions to Azeroth, I have taken you on as my disciple. From now on, we will address each other as brother and sister."
Looking at Antonidas's gray beard, Jaina didn't know what to say.
Sylvanas said gently, "Although Antonidas is my subordinate, he has been of great help to me, and I have always regarded him as an elder."
Jaina was secretly pleased; by that logic, Sylvanas was also her junior.
King Varian brought a large fleet and secretly consulted with Jaina.
"Listen to me, Jaina, Kalecgos is no match for you. We are of similar age and are a perfect match. If Kingdom of Stormwind could unite with Theramore, the Alliance's strength would be greatly enhanced. I have tried to make this happen countless times over the years, but I know your heart; your heart is not with me."
Jaina awkwardly maintained her smile; the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde had gone mad in their quest for more access to the Ley Line.
Varian said seriously:
"You love my son Anduin, don't deny it, I understand. Rest assured, I will make this happen. Anduin will definitely not refuse. I promise that you will inherit the throne of Stormwind City in the future. If you agree, this fleet will serve as a betrothal gift, and the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde can witness this grand wedding together at this event."
Jaina was so excited she was dizzy, her heart overflowing with joy.
Being admired by everyone, being the center of attention—it feels amazing, like flying.
"I'm sorry, King Varian, I must say, alright, we'll discuss this further later," Jaina said tactfully.