The Alcaz Island is located northeast of Theramore and is inhabited by Naga, Lobstrok, and dangerous Hydras.
This island, similar in size to Theramore, is said to have once imprisoned King Varian, but it has gradually been forgotten.
No one knows that a secret laboratory is hidden deep within the Alcaz Island.
Jaina sat upright with her legs together, holding a book in her hand.
Her beautiful face, fair skin, and confident smile created a lovely scene.
A magical Construct brought Jaina a glass of red wine. She took a sip and continued to immerse herself in the ocean of knowledge.
Feeling perhaps tired, Jaina stood up, put down "Tyrande and the Tiger's Untold Story," and stretched slightly.
A map of Azeroth hangs on the wall, with a large red circle drawn around Booty Bay.
In the chaos of Azeroth, Jaina rose to prominence, overcoming numerous obstacles to become the Queen of Theramore at a young age.
Theramore is on the verge of destruction and is about to fall into a state of utter destitution, but fortunately, they have successfully persuaded Rhonin.
Losing Theramore is not a big deal; as long as we retain a sufficient army, we can still establish our own independent regime.
In fact, Jaina had been prepared for this for a long time. She had sent Sea Giants to test the strength of Booty Bay long ago.
Once Theramore is over, Booty Bay will be attacked by a large group of Sea Giants, and the Goblins are destined to suffer heavy casualties.
Subsequently, Jaina led the Theramore fleet, miraculously driving out the Sea Giants and rightfully becoming the master of Booty Bay.
The vast Wealth accumulated in Booty Bay over the years is said to be hidden inside the giant statue, making Theramore seem like a poor country bumpkin in comparison.
Jaina had already planned this. After capturing Booty Bay, she would use the Dogslaughter Gang to resume their old business, persuade Garrosh to send reinforcements to Grom'gol Base Camp, provoke a war between the Horde Darkshire, establish the fourth major Battlefield between the Alliance and the Horde, and continue their military rank business.
There is no eternal hatred between leaders. Although Garrosh destroyed Theramore, business still needs to be done.
Where there is demand, there will be a market.
A magical Construct delivered a tender roasted steak, made from the finest Wagyu beef from a purebred Mulgore Bloodhoof Village Tauren. Jaina cut the steak and ate it in small bites.
Thinking of Rhonin, Jaina's lips curled into a smile: What a hopeless fool.
A terrifying explosion rang out, like a thunderclap, and the earth shook violently for a long time before stopping, scattering books all over the ground.
Jaina stood there stunned for a long time, then let out a strange cry and rushed out of the laboratory with her hair disheveled.
From the direction of Theramore, a cloud of purple smoke slowly rose, and orange Flames illuminated the sky. The sky was filled with ever-changing clouds, and in that instant, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared— Spatial Rifts torn open by magic.
Thunder, Lightning, and seven-colored flashes of light—strange phenomena appeared in the sky above Theramore, with dazzling streaks of light swirling around, resembling the aurora borealis of Northrend.
The green Goblin warship, seemingly overwhelmed, wobbled upwards and finally disappeared into the dark night.
"No, no, this isn't real." Jaina staggered back several steps, hearing cries in her ears and seeing darkness before her eyes.
The fleet laden with treasure and the elite troops that had been built up over the years in Theramore Harbor were all reduced to ashes in this terrible explosion.
Her ambition, her dreams, her lofty aspirations, were buried along with Theramore.
Jaina couldn't confirm what had happened in Theramore; she believed it was a mistake in Rhonin's spellcasting.
"Rhonin, you useless piece of trash, you've ruined my life."
Jaina, pale-faced and unsteady, stumbled back to the laboratory.
She was Antonidas's most trusted disciple, and not only did she know of the existence of the Titans Scroll, but she also knew how to use it.
So Jaina secretly interfered with Rhonin's spellcasting, ensuring the scroll drained Rhonin mana.
Jaina clutched her head, waves of excruciating pain washing over her.
Suddenly, the Eternal Gate, placed in the center of the laboratory, shattered, turning into a ball of silver light that slowly dissipated, as if it had never existed.
After a long silence, Jaina realized that this was all Rhonin's revenge.
"Rhonin!"
Jaina was filled with hatred, and the successive blows brought her to the brink of collapse.
But that wasn't the most desperate moment; there was still something that kept Jaina sanity.
Krasus predicted that Jaina would be the next leader of Dalaran, a prediction made on Rhonin's behalf, and the letter of recommendation was in Jaina's possession.
Jaina mustered her strength and found the letter of recommendation, which was the only pillar in her life.
Jaina doesn't believe in the so-called prophecy. Krasus represents the Red Dragonflight, and the Red Dragonflight's support is the guarantee that Jaina will become the leader of Dalaran.
"I will not give up. I will return and take everything back from the Alliance and the Horde."
Clutching the letter of recommendation tightly, Jaina leaned back in her chair, not in a hurry to head to Dalaran; she needed to find something.
Orgrimmar.
Warchief Garrosh savored the delicious beef while listening to Eitrigg vividly describe the devastation of Theramore.
"I just want to know if Jaina is alive?"
Garrosh asked unhappily, his mood somewhat soured that the Mulgore was fake.
Eitrigg hesitated for a moment, then answered honestly, "The Skyship was banished by Rhonin, and given Jaina's temperament, she probably won't stay in Theramore."
Garrosh nodded, grinning maliciously, "Back then, when the Orcs were still establishing themselves and Orgrimmar had just been built, food was scarce. It was Jaina who built the perpetually unrepaired Northwatch Hold, attracting the Alliance to provide food for the Orcs. Now that we have a stable Tauren meat and Pandaren meat, Jaina is no longer of any use, but..."
Eitrigg asked cautiously, "Does the Warchief have any regrets?"
Garrosh sighed, "Not being able to put Jaina on the table is my eternal regret."
Eitrigg smiled obsequiously, "Warchief, what's so difficult about that? With Theramore destroyed, Jaina is all alone and has offended the leaders of both the Alliance and the Horde. No one will take her in. I will send the elite Kor'kron special forces to bring her back at all costs."
At dawn in Theramore, the magical energy dissipated, the fire was extinguished, and everything that could burn turned to ashes, leaving only ruins.
Thrall and Vol'jin were having breakfast at the gates of Theramore when Vol'jin discovered the trail of a Darkspear Trolls hidden deep in Dustwallow Marsh.
"This is an opportunity," Thrall said menacingly. "We must persuade Jaina to destroy Orgrimmar."
Vol'jin shook his head. "I'm afraid Jaina won't agree. Although Garrosh destroyed Theramore, Orgrimmar has Medivh's protection."
Thrall smiled slightly and said, "I've received word that Medivh has returned to Karazhan. Vol'jin, you must persuade Jaina."
Vol'jin said hesitantly, "Alright, I'll figure something out."
A hazy group of about thirty figures emerged from the mist. Apart from a blue-haired man, the rest were Orcs, clearly searching for the Focusing Iris.
Thrall's eyes lit up. "That must be Kalecgos, our chance has come!"