Jaina felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, but forced a smile and said:
"Lich Antonidas, you who have become a Forsaken are nothing but a lackey of the orcs, and have no right to judge me."
Antonidas said angrily, "What, you don't even recognize me as your mentor anymore? Just yesterday, Kalecgos was drinking in the tavern on Kaskala, and in his drunken state, he revealed your conspiracy with him to use the Focusing Iris to kill all the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde. Jaina, your heart is truly wicked."
Jaina remained unfazed. "Nonsense."
Sylvanas stepped forward and said sarcastically:
"I knew it! How could Archmage Jaina share the Ley Line with us? So that's what you were up to. You're even more despicable than Thrall."
Jaina sneered, "Who let Thrall eat you, and then knelt down to lick his toes?"
Sylvanas was enraged, drew her bow and aimed it at Jaina, while Antonidas prepared to cast a spell.
Jaina smiled confidently and boasted, "Guess where the Focusing Iris has gone? How could I possibly destroy Theramore, which I painstakingly built? If I can reclaim Lordaeron from the Forsaken, I will be a great hero of humanity."
Antonidas gasped, "Your Majesty, we cannot take this risk."
This is Theramore, Jaina's territory, after all. It would be unwise to fight Jaina. Sylvanas glared at Jaina coldly.
"Wait for the war to begin. Undercity will not give up so easily. Antonidas, let's go."
Antonidas opened the Portal to Undercity, giving Jaina a final, poignant look before departing. "You're finished, Jaina. From this day forward, you are no longer my disciple, and Dalaran."
Jaina scoffed, "Dalaran is a city of the living, it won't listen to you, Servant of the Forsaken. Don't forget, it was Thrall who ate you, who swallowed your brains."
Antonidas, his beard bristling with rage, disappeared into the Portal.
Jaina ran her hands through her hair, trying her best to stay strong, no matter how difficult it was.
Aemora came to visit, and the Dwarf queen looked at Jaina with complicated emotions. "I've come to say goodbye. I know everything."
Jaina said painfully, "You must believe me, Aemora. You're my best friend, you know me."
Aemora nodded. "Yes, I know you, so I believe you can do it."
Jaina bit her lip in disappointment, tears welling in her eyes.
Aemora shouted, "Stop acting, Jaina! You love the Orcs more than anything, more than your father, more than your people, but you are destined to be eaten Destiny Orcs. You are a traitor to the Alliance, a lackey of the Orcs. Now you have been abandoned by Orcs, you have lost everything."
Jaina trembled with rage as she watched Aemora turn and leave.
Lor'themar Theron visited with Aethas the Sunreavers, and Lor'themar angrily said:
"Jaina, your plot has failed. The Blood Elves hold a grudge and will make you pay for your crimes in blood."
Jaina's shoulders trembled as she swayed to her feet, and she sneered:
"Remember hatred, pay with blood? That sounds nice, but I remember the High Elves of Silvermoon City were eaten by Orcs, and what are you doing? Just a dog to Garrosh."
"You!"
Lor'themar's eyes were clearly blazing with fury, her fists clenched tightly. Jaina smiled slightly.
"You slaughter your people, devour your people, and what can you do? You grovel before Thrall and Garrosh, surviving on handouts. Might makes Justice. Blood Elves have long lost their honor. You are nothing but a bunch of cowards, destined to be eaten by the Orcs one day."
Watching the two men's angry backs as they walked away, Jaina burst into laughter, her hair disheveled, the pressure of the past few days bringing her to the brink of a mental breakdown.
Malfurion and Tyrande left without even saying goodbye to Jaina.
"They're all gone, all gone, all left me. Good, that's good."
Jaina leaned against the wall, her body trembling uncontrollably, feeling as if she had been forgotten by the world.
Footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Jaina pretended to be calm, quickly tidied her messy hair, and sat down in the chair with an air of nonchalance, flipping through a spellbook in her hand.
The visitor was General Marcus Jonathan, the High Commander of the Stormwind City defense forces.
"Is something the matter?" Jaina asked, looking up.
Marcus looked at the calm Jaina with surprise, and said uncertainly, "I've heard some rumors, Jaina. Regardless, I will stay in Theramore."
Jaina covered her head in confusion, then thought for a moment and said, "General, I don't remember inviting you. With your status, you can't participate in the Ley Line allocation."
Marcus sensed Jaina's disdain and felt ashamed. He whispered, "Garrosh has his eyes on Theramore, so I came with my private army. King Varian has agreed to let me stay in Theramore. Rest assured, Queen Jaina, I will protect you to the very end."
Jaina waved her hand casually, as if shooing away an annoying fly:
"Thank you, General. You may leave now."
As General Marcus took his leave, Jaina collapsed instantly, as if her body had been hollowed out.
In her most desperate moment, Jaina heard a voice like heavenly music: a guard reported that Rhonin had come to visit.
"Quickly, invite them in."
Jaina's spirits lifted instantly, and she regained her strength. She dressed up carefully and came out to greet Rhonin.
Rhonin brought a large wooden box, looking travel-worn and as if he had just finished a trip. He was still catching his breath when he said:
"Jaina, something terrible has happened! I just returned from Northrend and made a major discovery."
Rhonin took out a crystal ball, and a clear image appeared before the two of them.
On the snow-covered earth, a hideous black scar stretched far into the distance, and the power of Lightning still lingered deep within the ravines.
Rhonin whispered, "The five Blue Dragonflight that escorted the Focusing Iris all died nearby. You can probably guess who could cast such a powerful spell."
Jaina paled instantly, and stammered, "Guardian Medivh."
Rhonin nodded. "Without a doubt, Medivh stole the Focusing Iris. I suspect Garrosh was involved. Jaina, I have no intention of speculating about your plans, but now it seems you are also a victim. I just don't understand why Medivh didn't intervene."
A wave of helplessness washed over Jaina. She never dreamed that Medivh would be the one to do it, and she began to sob.
Rhonin sighed, "Jaina, you must leave Theramore. It's no longer safe here. I've found Krasus and, in the name of prophecy, recommended you as the leader of Dalaran."
Jaina looked up in surprise and asked, "And what about you, Rhonin?"
Rhonin chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"I am but a coward, lacking the courage to confront Garrosh and Thrall. I hope you can lead Dalaran to overcome its fear of the Orcs and reclaim Dalaran's glory."
Jaina was deeply moved, not expecting Rhonin to sacrifice so much for her.
After thinking for a while, Jaina, clinging to a sliver of hope, believed that Medivh had only taken the Focusing Iris and wouldn't harm Theramore, stubbornly stating:
"I will not leave Theramore. This is my home, and I must take back everything I have lost from the Orcs."