Rhonin seemed to have anticipated this, opening the large wooden chest and revealing a glittering golden treasure before Jaina.
This was an exquisite Portal, seemingly made of pure gold, about the height of a person; Rhonin, with his stature, needed to bend over slightly.
Countless Magic Gems were embedded on both sides of the Portal, and pure magic flowed slowly from there.
"Jaina, this is a treasure of Dalaran, an ancient Titan-forged we call the Eternal Gate. It can withstand most Magic Interference and will ensure your safe departure should Theramore be suddenly attacked."
Jaina's eyes lit up, a fleeting glint of greed in them, and she deliberately said, "Rhonin, I can't have it. I must stay with my people."
Knowing Jaina's thoughts, Rhonin waved his hand and said, "Keep it. I hope you never need it."
Jaina's eyes reddened again as she weakly said, "Rhonin, I hope you can stay and help me."
Rhonin nodded, Vereesa and his two children flashing through his mind.
Like Jaina, Rhonin also harbored a glimmer of hope. With the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde gone, Medivh had even less reason to destroy Theramore.
On the distant ocean, Medivh's figure appeared out of thin air, his feet treading on the Void, gazing resentfully at the Tranquility sea.
Medivh was in a sorry state; his clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were cracked, and his beard was a mess.
In the parallel universe of Azeroth, Kel'Thuzad pursued him for seven days and seven nights before finally giving up, Medivh Kel'Thuzad opportunity to Twisting Nether.
"Focusing Iris."
Thus, the treasure had lost its purpose; it was merely a powerful Magic Gem. Medivh opened Portal and arrived in Orgrimmar.
"It's yours to do with as you see fit."
Medivh tossed the Focusing Iris to Garrosh and left without looking back.
Looking at the bright Focusing Iris, Garrosh was somewhat bewildered, having no idea how to use it.
Just then, Eitrigg, who was waiting nearby, whispered a suggestion:
"The Sunreavers of Dalaran have many conflicts with the Kirin Tor. The Sunreavers, mainly composed of Blood Elves, are a bunch of Imp who would never dare to disobey the Warchief's orders."
Garrosh pondered for a moment, then said sinisterly, "Jaina can use Focusing Iris, there's no reason why the Sunreavers can't. Very well, bring Aethas Sunreavers to me."
Upon receiving Garrosh's orders, Aethas the Sunreavers hastily led his numerous followers to Orgrimmar.
As usual, Garrosh grabbed a Blood Elf mage, bit off his throat, chewed it greedily, and surveyed the trembling Blood Elves. Garrosh spat out a bone, satisfied, and asked:
"Aethas the Sunreavers, I've heard you're one of the Council of Six members of the Dalaran Mage Council. How do your strength compare to Jaina's?"
Aethas said ingratiatingly, "Warchief, Jaina has the Spellstealer Wyrm provided by the Guardian Medivh, so her magical power is somewhat greater, but compared to her understanding of magic, she is not as good as me."
Garrosh casually tossed the corpse aside. He had long understood a principle: only fear could win the loyalty of Blood Elves. He took the towel and wiped the blood from his mouth.
"That's right. If I gave you the Focusing Iris, could you blow up Theramore?"
Aethas was taken aback by this, his mind racing. He whispered, "Warchief, there is a way to do it, but it would cause spatial instability and lead to unforeseen consequences."
Garrosh glared at him. "I am the Warchief of the Horde. If I say it's alright, then it's alright. I'm just asking you if you can do it."
Aethas' handsome face showed nervousness as he politely declined, saying, "Warchief, the Focusing Iris is Titan-forged, exquisitely crafted. Please give me some time to familiarize myself with it."
"How much time do you need?" Garrosh asked impatiently.
After a moment's hesitation, Aethas replied in a low voice, "Twenty years is enough."
"Twenty years? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?" Garrosh jumped up in anger.
Given the lifespan of Blood Elves, twenty years is already a very short time. Aethas said with difficulty, "Jaina has Kalecgos's help, so she doesn't need a familiarization process, but the Focusing Iris is completely unfamiliar to me and I need some time to get used to it."
Garrosh glared angrily, but unfortunately, he didn't understand magic and was helpless and greatly disappointed. He was about to drive away the Sunreavers.
Sharon Songweaver, the most beautiful of the Sunreavers, stared with terrified eyes.
The corpse on the ground, blood gushing from its throat, lay dead with its eyes wide open; it was her fiancé.
At this moment, Sharon was filled with endless fear. Garrosh was like a hideous Demons, growing larger and larger in her heart.
Fear gripped Sharon; her mind was a jumbled mess, and she raised her hands, trembling.
"I have a way."
Garrosh looked at the Blood Elf woman with suspicion, then sneered, "Tell me your plan!"
Ignoring the warning look from Aethas, Sharon, completely terrified, trembled as she spoke:
"No need to be familiar with Focusing Iris; simply creating a giant Mana Bomb, with Focusing Iris at its core, is enough to destroy Theramore."
Garrosh was overjoyed and grinned, saying:
"The Sunreavers has not disappointed. I need to see this Mana Bomb in three days."
Garrosh was pleased and seized another Sunreavers, biting through his throat—unfortunately, it was Sharon's brother.
Sharon was stunned, her mind went blank, the continuous blows brought her to the brink of collapse, leaving her only with fear of Garrosh.
Three days later, after working tirelessly, Lunsa successfully created a giant Mana Bomb.
The situation in Theramore gradually stabilized. Sylvanas did not provoke a war, and Jaina even showed a long-lost smile after Thrall left.
To Rhonin's displeasure, he heard that Kalecgos was coming back, Jaina seemed very happy, her rosy cheeks full of bliss.
That evening, Rhonin was taking a walk on the beach, his mind in turmoil.
He longed for something to happen between him and Jaina, and had several opportunities, but the image of Vereesa always seemed to appear before his eyes.
When Rhonin was young, he had a wild period and had affairs with noblewomen. This was actually quite common, and even their husbands wouldn't mind.
Jaina probably won't take it to heart; she'll just consider it a step forward in their relationship.
Rhonin kicked a stone, sending it flying and creating a splash. He hated his own cowardice.
A buzzing sound reached my ears, seemingly the sound of a propeller turning. It was faint at first, but then grew louder and louder.
Rhonin looked up and saw a Goblin skyship flying towards Theramore.
Something was strapped to the bottom of the sky warship. A flash of light appeared, and Rhonin used Eagle Eye. For a moment, it felt as if his heart had stopped beating.
It was a Mana Bomb, invented by the Sunreavers, but this bomb was exceptionally large, about the size of an adult human.
Such a massive Mana Bomb must have a core, and Rhonin immediately thought of something.
Focusing Iris, not good.
With Rhonin's strength, intercepting a Sky Battleship wouldn't be difficult.
A resounding dragon roar echoed as the Aspect of the Blue Kalecgos flew alongside the sky warship.
At the same time, several familiar faces appeared on the warship.
Although Kalecgos was weak, with several Sunreavers mages by his side, Rhonin knew he couldn't win and hurriedly sought advice from Jaina.