The Orcs population in Orgrimmar is between 150,000 and 200,000. Imagine the amount of work required to turn them all into Magic Marionette.
Jaina chuckled, "I'll order the Dalaran Mages to help."
Thrall shrugged indifferently. There were as many Orcs as he wanted in the Caverns of Time; it wouldn't affect Thrall's succession to the Warchief position.
Jaina opened Portal and arrived on an Island near Orgrimmar. Gazing at the magnificent Orgrimmar in the distance, Jaina absentmindedly stroked the Focusing Iris, a smile playing on her lips, showing no hurry whatsoever.
Thrall, Vol'jin, Kalecgos guard around Jaina, Kalecgos n't understand why Jaina hadn't taken any action yet.
"Something's not right. Orgrimmar is too Anjing," Thrall whispered.
Kalecgos baffled, and Vol'jin explained, "Garrosh is cowardly and weak. He must have known he'd failed to reclaim the Focusing Iris. Given his usual character, he would have run away long ago. The fact that Orgrimmar is so calm proves that Garrosh was prepared."
"What preparations could there be?" Kalecgos glanced furtively at the Focusing Iris in Jaina's palm. With this artifact, Jaina no longer needed to worry about running out of mana.
How terrifying is an Archmage with limitless magic? It means she can unleash powerful spells at will, whereas normally similar spells can only be cast a few times.
Unless, there is a more skilled Archmage.
Kalecgos's first thought was Medivh.
"Medivh won't intervene," Thrall said seriously. "He's too proud; he would never serve Garrosh. It's beneath him."
Jaina focused her mind, stroking the Focusing Iris with both hands, and cast a powerful detection spell:
"You're right. The Focusing Iris tells me Medivh isn't in Orgrimmar, but an interesting enemy awaits me. Come out, I know you're nearby."
Thrall and his two companions looked around. The Island was small, with nowhere to hide. The surrounding area was open and deserted.
The azure sea parted to reveal a burly figure, who walked step by step toward the Island, the earth trembling with each step.
After just one glance, Vol'jin and Kalecgos couldn't help but vomit, as if they were about to throw up their stomachs.
This was a massive female Orcs, two heads taller than Thrall. Her two sharp fangs were over a meter long, inlaid with gems and gold. Her face was ferocious, with sharply defined muscles that looked like they were wrapped with countless venomous snakes. Her blood-red eyes were wide open, and her brown hair, over a meter long, stood up like a broom.
The female Orcs had a huge belly, round like a ball, and legs thicker than Thrall's waist. She wore a huge robe, and her ten thick fingers were covered with magic rings.
"It was her!" Thrall exclaimed in surprise.
"You recognize this ugly thing?" Kalecgos couldn't help but vomit again after just one glance.
Thrall scoffed, "After Garrosh became Warchief, he held a beauty pageant. This is the winner, Miss Azeroth Domira, Queen Doras's cousin. We Orcs are the most outstanding race in the universe, so naturally, we have many beautiful women."
Vol'jin chuckled awkwardly. "Indeed, Orcs are known for their beauty. Leaders of all races consider it an honor to marry Orcs woman. You know why King Varian is single? It's because he repeatedly sought Orcs woman as his wife, but was rejected each time. He then swore a solemn oath that he would marry no other than Orcs."
Thrall stated firmly, "We Orcs will never use women for marriage alliances."
Kalecgos, suppressing his nausea, exclaimed, "They say Orcs women are as beautiful as flowers, and seeing them today, I can confirm it's true!"
Jaina wasn't annoyed; she simply looked the female Orcs up and down. "Potential mana, excellent magical talent— Medivh has put a lot of effort into you."
The Orcs woman, Domira, opened her gaping maw and gruffly declared, "Jaina, from this day forward, I will take your place. I know the prophecy of Krasus rests on you. Hand it over, and from this day forward, I will be the Archmage of Dalaran."
"You think you can take me?" Jaina scoffed.
Domira's thick shoulders trembled slightly, her clothes tore open, flesh writhed, and two heads emerged.
They were two Draenei women, their eyes closed and their brows furrowed, as if they were enduring immense pain.
Jaina gasped slightly. "I'd heard that the Prophet Velen gave Medivh the hundred best Draenei of his people, and I thought it was just to forge Med'an, but it turns out it was used on you too."
Domira smiled cruelly, "Med'an was just a failed experiment; I am Medivh's most successful creation."
The elephant-like body shook violently, and the two Draenei on Domira's shoulders opened their eyes, their gazes blank and pupils lifeless, and began chanting incantations.
The Draenei are the most outstanding mortal race in the known universe, possessing extraordinary magical talent; even the least talented among them far surpass the top human Archmages.
If the Draenei hadn't foolishly pursued the Holy Light, a single Draenei mage would have been enough to wipe out all the Orcs.
The two Draenei heads cast their spells with incredible speed and without any flaws, completely draining the surrounding Frost and Flame elementals.
Jaina immediately felt the pressure and barely managed to cast an Arcane Magic.
One was extreme cold, the other was scorching Flame; Frost and Flame formed two Dragons, perfectly merging together, and lunged at Jaina.
"Watch out!" Jaina shouted, Blink in front of Thrall and the other two, spreading her arms to form an Arcane Barrier.
Domira smirked, and two Dragon's Breaths, one blue and one red, separated, bypassing the Arcane Barrier and charging towards Jaina from both sides.
The two Dragons of Frost and Flame collided, evaporating a large amount of water vapor. As the mist rose, Jaina's figure shattered like water droplets.
Domira paused for a moment, then screamed, "Damn it, this is an illusion!"
A deafening roar erupted as an Arcane bomb exploded behind Domira.
Jaina appeared behind Domira. Compared to combat experience, Domira was far inferior. She didn't know that, given Jaina's personality, she would never risk everything to protect her teammates.
A magical ring on Domira's finger shattered, forming a barrier that blocked the Arcane bomb. Jaina frowned.
"The Draenei's magical talent is ten thousand times greater than that of the Orcs. What is Medivh thinking? How much does he love the Orcs?"
Domira chuckled coldly, "You can't beat me, Jaina. Two super Draenei geniuses are imprisoned within me. If they grow stronger, killing Medivh will be as easy as crushing an ant. Even Archimonde and Kil'jaeden are no match for them. How can you possibly fight me?"
Arcane light flashed Domira cast an illusion spell, transforming into Jaina's likeness.
Jaina's beautiful eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "You're asking for death."
Arcane, Frost, Flame – Domira cast three layers of Magic Shields on herself in succession. After casting the shield, the exceptionally Archmage was temporarily immune to magic of her own type.
With all three magic spells rendered ineffective, Jaina waved her hand lightly, and the seawater froze into a giant block of ice, which slammed down on Domira.
Domira used Blink to Blink, and at the same time cast Frost Orb and Pyroblast, sending two elemental orbs, one red and one blue, flying toward Jaina at different speeds.