Vol'jin crept closer, counting the number of Orcs, and gradually grew increasingly insecure.
"There are thirty-one Orcs in total, all of them Kor'kron elites, and one dragon. Although that dragon is useless, I can't handle so many Orcs."
Thrall patted Vol'jin on the shoulder. "What are you worried about? You are the leader of the Darkspear Trolls, a powerful Witch Doctor. Have you forgotten the Horde's greatest strength?"
"A sneak attack!" Vol'jin gradually gained confidence.
"And poison, you idiot! The Orcs are scattered searching for the Focusing Iris, that's your chance. Take them down one by one, wipe them all out, then capture Kalecgos. He's the key to persuading Jaina. Don't worry, I'll come to your aid if necessary," Thrall reassured him.
Vol'jin had no choice but to bite the bullet and, gripping his sharp Warglaive, stealthily slipped into the morning mist.
A green light flowed across the Warglaive, a deadly poison that would kill instantly. Vol'jin stealthily approached an Orcs from behind and swiftly slit his throat.
Another teammate was nearby. Hearing the noise, he turned around, Vol'jin beheaded him with a single blow.
Having successfully eliminated the two Orcs, Vol'jin crouched down, held his breath, and rushed towards his next target.
An unexpected incident occurred when the sixth Orcs was killed: Vol'jin was discovered. The Orcs, instead of scattering, gathered together to search for Vol'jin.
Vol'jin hid in a corner, carefully bandaging the wound on his leg. It was left by the sixth Orcs before he died. Vol'jin knew that Orcs had a keen sense of smell and would soon find him by following the trail of blood.
More than twenty Kor'kron Elites swarmed forward. Vol'jin wasn't confident of victory; how many Orcs could he kill? Ten? Twenty?
"Found it!"
"He's here, a Darkspear Trolls. Watch out for poison."
"These damned inferior creatures deserve only to be food for Orcs."
The Kor'kron Elites felt offended that a lowly Darkspear Trolls had killed so many Orcs, so they formed a battle line and charged forward menacingly.
The venom of the Warglaive proved invaluable, allowing Vol'jin to cut down seven or eight Orcs in quick succession. However, he was then struck down by Orcs behind him, the Battle Axe leaving a horrific wound on his shoulder.
"Am I going to die here?" Vol'jin felt a pang of desolation. As expected, Thrall did not come to his aid.
A Fireball exploded overhead, throwing the Orcs to the ground. Many were burned to a crisp. The remaining Orcs roared, but knowing the power of magic, they scattered and fled.
Frostbolt down, and not a single Orcs could escape. Through the thin mist, Jaina strode over, looking down at Vol'jin.
"Look who this is, Vol'jin, what a rare guest!" Jaina smiled charmingly.
Vol'jin was breathing heavily; the situation hadn't improved. The thirty-one Kor'kron elites were easier to deal with Jaina.
Jaina was carrying a golden cage containing a weak little lamb, Vol'jin knew was Kalecgos.
"Thrall, come out and see me."
Jaina shouted, "Vol'jin is here, Thrall certainly can't be far!"
Thrall emerged from behind a wall, his face beaming with obsequiousness. "Jaina, it's so nice to see you. You know we're good friends."
Jaina's eyes darted around, and she sneered, "If you die here, who will know? It will only add to Garrosh's list of crimes."
Thrall was terrified and hurriedly said, "Jaina, listen to me! I know you've come for the Focusing Iris. Now is a perfect opportunity to use it to destroy Orgrimmar!"
Jaina raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Thrall, do you think I'm stupid? Guardian Medivh won't let me get away with this."
Thrall's mind raced, and he delivered the prepared explanation. "No, you don't understand the Guardians. I grew up in Karazhan. Medivh mother don't care about the lives of any Orcs, including mine and Garrosh's. They only want to see the strongest. If you can destroy Orgrimmar, they won't oppose you; on the contrary, they will support you."
Jaina scrutinized Thrall, then chuckled and said, "Then you can regain your position as Warchief, and you can also establish your authority by avenging Garrosh, while I get nothing."
"No, that's not it." Thrall pleaded with Jaina, "I will make you my queen, the leader of the Horde. I will be content just to lead the Orcs."
Jaina shrugged, her smile as wicked as a Demons's, "Thrall, we're not young anymore. Put away your childish ideas. I won't be fooled by you anymore. Killing you is the best option, then we can fake it as being accidentally injured by Mana Bomb, and the Guardian and her child won't know the truth."
Thrall and Vol'jin both looked at the cage in Jaina's hand. Jaina shook the cage and said with a charming smile, "As for this Aspect of the Blue who betrayed me, I will use a special potion to turn him into a simple-minded, low-intelligence, and eternally immature miniature pet dragon."
Thrall and Vol'jin felt a chill run down their spines. The meticulously made-up woman before them had become a madwoman; the destruction of Theramore had deeply affected her.
Jaina suddenly had an idea. She looked Thrall and Vol'jin up and down, and said with ill intent, "I've suddenly thought of a great idea. I'll turn you into Magic Marionette, shrink you to the size of a palm. One is the former Savior, and the other is the leader of the Darkspear Trolls. What an interesting collection."
Thrall immediately knelt on the ground, pleading, "Listen to me, Jaina, a living Savior is more useful. I have an Enslavement Scroll, bestowed upon me by the Elune herself. You may enslave us; we are willing to become your loyal servants."
Vol'jin also staggered and knelt on the ground. "Queen Jaina, I am willing to become your most loyal servant."
Jaina took Thrall's scroll, examined it carefully, and nodded in satisfaction. "That's right, Thrall, you're right, it's more valuable to be alive."
In order to save their lives, Thrall and Vol'jin signed the Enslavement Scroll. Jaina then released Kalecgos, Kalecgos was so terrified that he almost collapsed and hurriedly signed his name.
Jaina, accompanied by three Servants, was like a proud swan, a queen high above all others.
In the heart of Theramore, within a deep pit, Jaina found the Focusing Iris.
The Focusing Iris returned to its original size, now twice the size of Jaina. Thrall, Vol'jin, Kalecgos entered the pit and laboriously lifted the Focusing Iris.
With a gentle wave of her hand, Jaina reduced the Focusing Iris to the size of a palm, resting in Jaina hand.
"Qiaoqiao, this adorable little thing, the power of the Ley Line is incredibly profound, and it's not just about explosions."
Jaina's beautiful eyes gleamed slightly. "Flame, Frost, meteor... it's such a difficult choice, Thrall. I need you to make the decision for me."
Thrall, knowing Jaina's hatred for Garrosh, thought it best to torture him cruelly, and said ingratiatingly:
"I suggest submerging Orgrimmar in water, then slowly heating it to a boil, letting Garrosh turn into a pot of rotten flesh in agony."
Jaina nodded. "That's a good idea, but I have a better way. Let's torture Garrosh first, then turn all the Orcs in Orgrimmar into Magic Marionette."