The appointed time was approaching, and Malfurion and Tyrande arrived in Theramore just in time.
Malfurion bowed and smiled, "Beautiful Lady Jaina, the Night Elves call you a goddess. I have brought a gift, and I hope you will like it."
A bright green branch was inserted into a white porcelain bottle, shrouded in a thin layer of moisture. Jaina took it without knowing why, and as her fingertips touched the bottle, she immediately felt a sense of ease, as if she had become more than ten years younger, returning to the age of eighteen or nineteen.
Tyrande presented her with a mirror, Jaina was struck by her radiant beauty and incredibly smooth skin. Jaina lovingly stroked her jade-like face, hardly believing her eyes.
Malfurion smiled kindly, "Night Elves possess the secret of immortality, but using it on outsiders comes at a great cost. In the history of the Night Elves, you are the first to be exempt. It seems to be working well. We will help you stabilize the effect afterward, and your appearance will remain unchanged forever."
For a fleeting moment, Jaina was tempted to take the charade too seriously and allocate Ley Line shares among the various races.
But reason quickly prevailed. Jaina understood that all this flattery meant nothing. Once the Ley Line shares were distributed, these treacherous guys would immediately change their tune. After all, there were only so many Ley Line shares, and Jaina couldn't possibly satisfy everyone.
Kill them all and appease Aegwynn; that's the best option. With Malfurion and Tyrande dead, the Night Elves are nothing but weaklings, able to get whatever they want.
Jaina, with a perfect smile, invited Malfurion and Tyrande to go and rest.
Privately, Tyrande asked uncertainly, "Will your little tricks fool Jaina?"
Malfurion smiled slyly, "Jaina is an Archmage, but there are magical realms beyond her reach, such as the deception magic at the heart of the Nightmare. Don't worry, judging from her tempted expression, she'll definitely allocate us a larger share of the Ley Line."
Tyrande's eyes gleamed with greed. "Excellent. With the Ley Line, the Druid forces will be able to fight against the Night Elf Orbital Cannon Mage Corps, and only then can we truly control everything."
The arrival of the Savior Thrall brought the gathering to its climax.
Thrall strode into Theramore, followed closely by Vol'jin. Upon seeing Jaina who came to greet him, Thrall laughed arrogantly:
"Haha, Jaina, do you remember when you were just an insignificant Mage Apprentice in Dalaran, nobody knew who you were? It was I who lifted you from the dust, giving you the glory you have today. Jaina, you should know how to be grateful. Why not hand over the Ley Line to me? I am the great Savior of Azeroth."
Jaina maintained her smile, "Thrall, please face your position squarely. You are no longer the Horde of the Warchief."
Thrall coldly replied, "Jaina, don't be arrogant. Without me, you are nothing. Hmph, do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Jaina simply smiled, completely unfazed by Thrall's arrogance. "Thrall, times have changed. Garrosh is coming soon. If I were you, I'd run away immediately."
"Hmph!" Thrall snorted coldly, "You all fear Garrosh, but I don't. Jaina, if you don't hand over the Ley Line today, don't blame me for being impolite."
A golden light flashed, Thrall, caught completely off guard, was sent flying, leaving a bloody wound on his back that nearly cleaved him in two.
Thrall cried out in desperation, "Help! Don't kill me!"
Everyone looked closely and discovered that the one who had made the move was none other than Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring, Ashbringer, stood guard beside Jaina with an air of righteous indignation, and loudly proclaimed:
"From this day forward, I will be Lady Jaina's most loyal bodyguard. Anyone who dares to disrespect Queen Jaina is an enemy of me and an enemy of the Holy Light."
For the sake of a share of the Ley Line, Tirion Fordring was willing to turn against Thrall. Thrall was furious and turned pale, but he didn't say anything. Vol'jin stepped forward to help him heal his injuries.
It's clear that Tirion Fordring held back; otherwise, Thrall would already be a corpse.
With the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde all present, Jaina's feelings were complex, one might even say somewhat gloomy.
Rhonin still hasn't shown up.
Not far from Theramore, a white cloud drifted silently, concealing a Horde zeppelin.
Medivh sat regally in the main seat, holding the Focusing Iris in his hand, looking completely at ease, with Warchief Garrosh of the Horde beside him, constantly flattering and fawning over him.
Medivh, who was resting with his eyes closed, seemed to enjoy the feeling. Garrosh ordered his men to bring him delicious Tauren meat and Pandaren meat. Medivh seemed to have a good appetite and ate a bite of each.
"Warchief, Thrall has arrived," a guard reported to Garrosh.
"Lord Guardian," Garrosh tried to remind him.
Medivh suddenly opened his eyes, shooting out two cold beams of light, and asked in a low voice:
Garrosh, are you ready?
Garrosh adopted a shrewd and capable expression. "Everything's ready. I've brought in most of the media in Azeroth. After Theramore is destroyed, I'll stand up and testify, placing all the blame on Jaina. Kalecgos is a clever Blue Dragonflight; I don't think he'll refuse to expose Jaina."
Medivh pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's not enough. You need to subtly shift the blame to the Alliance, especially King Varian, giving people the opportunity to speculate and make connections. It's as if Varian and Jaina orchestrated everything, only making a careless mistake. And we need to let the dead speak."
Garrosh listened patiently, like a Mage Apprentice; this was what made him more appealing to Thrall Medivh, Thrall always had his own ideas.
Medivh said solemnly, "You should have heard of Meryl Winterstorm, the most famous Undead Mage in Azeroth. Invited by me, he has arrived in Orgrimmar. After the destruction of Theramore, Meryl Winterstorm publicly performed Soul Summoning, summoning Jaina's spirit. The dead do not lie; Jaina will tell everyone everything."
Taking things out of context and only extracting testimonies that are favorable to oneself, while not exactly lies, is worse than lies. Garrosh was adept at this and repeatedly praised Medivh's brilliance.
Medivh stood up and ordered, "You immediately take the airship away to avoid suspicion. Once the airship returns to Orgrimmar, I will turn Theramore to ashes."
Concealing his presence, Medivh stood atop a cloud, watching the Horde's airship depart.
Below lies Theramore, with Medivh holding the Focusing Iris in his palm. In an instant, Theramore will be reduced to ashes, and no one will have time to escape.
Suddenly, Medivh felt a dizzying sensation as the world before him turned into black, white, and gray, losing all color.
The sky was gray, covered with thick, leaden clouds, and the earth was ravaged, devoid of any greenery, as if it had survived a magical catastrophe.
Medivh was secretly surprised, but quickly understood and laughed mockingly:
"They actually used Plane Reversal Technique on me? I am Astromancer, specializing in Twisting Nether. Who is it? Step forward."
The Plane Reversal Technique forcibly pulled Medivh into a parallel space. If there were no interference, Medivh's abilities would make it easy for him to find his way back.
A familiar figure dressed in a black robe appeared before Medivh.