The Pyroblast Frost Orb unleashed rapidly spinning ice shards, while the Pyroblast was as swift as a meteor, impossible to withstand.
Jaina dodged with Blink, but Domira's Blink was faster, revealing her true form and blocking Jaina's path like a wall.
Jaina crashed headfirst into Domira's enormous belly, her body exploding in a massive explosion.
Domira groaned, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and another magic ring on her finger shattered.
It was Jaina's scheme again; what hit Domira was an Arcane bomb.
Jaina unfurled a pair of transparent purple wings and floated silently in the air, smiling slightly. "A contest of magic is about intellect, not brute force. Little Orcs, you're far from good enough."
Domira was enraged, her eyes glaring like a bull's, while the Draenei woman's head on her shoulder let out a painful scream, blood tears streaming from its eyes, as it rapidly chanted a spell.
Thrall was terrified and hurriedly said, "Kalec, quick, take us away!"
"What happened?" Kalecgos was also terrified and quickly reverted to his Dragon form. Thrall and Vol'jin climbed onto his back.
"Quickly, get away from this Island! Domira is about to cast a wide-area spell!" Thrall shouted anxiously.
Jaina is cunning and experienced in combat; in such a small-scale battle, Domira is destined to suffer a great loss.
Therefore, she prepared to unleash a wide-range spell, leaving Jaina with no way to escape.
Kalecgos flew into the air and suddenly felt incredibly heavy.
"No-Fly."
This was the first spell Domira cast.
Jaina and Kalecgos were unable to maintain their flight and both landed on the Island. Kalecgos ducked behind Jaina.
"Arcane Nullification!" Domira cast a second spell.
The Focusing Iris, and the Blue Dragonflight artifact instantly lost its luster. Kalecgos stared in horror, for nothing like this had ever happened in the history of the Blue Dragonflight.
"It's over!" Thrall slapped his forehead, saying unwillingly, "We're all going to die here."
Vol'jin was trembling with fear; he had never seen such terrifying magic before.
Jaina's expression was extremely solemn. She bit her lip tightly. Arcane Magic was ineffective; she could neither cast illusion magic nor open Portal to escape.
"Freeze!"
The sea around the Island is frozen, stretching far into the distance. The frozen seawater is piled up in layers, forming a circular wall hundreds of meters high, smooth as a mirror, completely surrounding the Island without any gaps.
Domira grinned. "Jaina, where do you think you're going? This is a Coliseum; only one person will leave alive today."
Jaina remained unfazed, sporting a perfect smile, "Little Orcs, you have no idea what the true essence of magic is."
"Is that so? I'm afraid you no longer have a chance. Before true magic, all tricks are meaningless." Domira sneered, softly uttering the name of the magic:
"Frostfire."
Legendary at the end of the two magic systems of Frost and Flame, there is an ultimate magical art called Frostfire. It has the terrifying temperature of Flame and the freezing temperature of Frost. These two completely opposite forces merge together, making it irresistible and unstoppable.
"This can't be!" Jaina screamed, she couldn't believe the Legendary was true.
Azure Flames rose from all around, reaching over a meter high, spreading along the ground and bringing with them both terrifying cold and Fervor heat.
The surrounding space was getting smaller and smaller. Thrall, Vol'jin, Kalecgos huddled together, sweating profusely from the heat and shivering from the cold.
Jaina sighed deeply, "Domira, you still don't understand who the real enemy is."
Domira's expression froze, as if she had thought of something, and the Frostfire stopped expanding.
Then, out of the blue, Domira said, "Jaina, you're very powerful, but do you think you can escape?"
Domira her arms wide, and the clear sky instantly became overcast with dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the dark clouds loomed over the city, and countless Lightning struck down, their target being nearby Orgrimmar.
Thrall and his companions were stunned. Countless Orcs cries filled their ears as Lightning ignited the houses in Orgrimmar, sending billows of smoke and flames soaring into the sky.
Kalecgos scratched his head. "Strange, why would Domira attack Orgrimmar?"
Vol'jin pointed at Jaina.
Jaina stood there like a statue, her beautiful eyes unblinking, her pupils incredibly deep, as if hiding two Flames.
Vol'jin whispered, "This should be mind-controlling magic. Domira has controlled two Draenei geniuses, whose magical talent is unmatched in the world. But the core is the Orcs 'Orcs minds. As for their will, well, she's just a champion beauty; having unparalleled beauty is enough for her."
"Oh!" Kalecgos nodded, his eyes darting around, seemingly lost in thought.
"Haha!" Domira roared arrogantly, "Jaina, looking at your pathetic state, you won't escape my grasp."
A torrential downpour descended from the sky, transforming into countless Water Elementals that attacked all living things around them, instantly turning Orgrimmar into a river of blood.
Thrall chuckled maliciously, "As expected of Jaina, she found Domira's weakness so quickly. Garrosh must be in a real bind. I'm very happy to see this."
Garrosh had already prepared an elite force, waiting for Domira to win so he could immediately capture Thrall and his two companions, chop them into mincemeat, and eat them.
Unexpectedly, disaster struck. Orgrimmar was first struck by lightning, then attacked by Water Elementals falling from the sky. Garrosh roared in panic, while Eitrigg, standing nearby, advised him:
"Warchief, flee! Your fate is in the hands of Azeroth. As long as you are safe, the destruction of Azeroth is nothing!"
Garrosh gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "I will definitely avenge this. This is only a temporary retreat for the sake of future victory."
Garrosh tore open a Teleportation Scroll and successfully retreated, with Eitrigg following him into the Portal.
Domira's magic poured down on Orgrimmar, Thrall was so overjoyed that he danced the Shaman dance.
"Joyful spirits of the Flowing Water, bear witness for me: Garrosh's enmity against me is an enmity against all of Azeroth. Those traitors of Orgrimmar deserve to die. Only I, the great Savior Thrall, am worthy to be the Warchief of the Horde Warchief. I swear to rebuild Orgrimmar and bring a new chapter to the Orcs."
Just as Thrall was feeling smug, something unexpected happened.
Kalecgos suddenly transformed into Dragon, opening his jaws to bite Jaina, his sharp teeth embedding Jaina her slender waist.
Jaina's bewitching magic was abruptly stopped, her beautiful eyes widened in terror, and blood instantly soaked through her magnificent robes.
How did you do that?
Jaina's head lolled to one side, and she fell silent. Her golden hair was disheveled, obscuring her beautiful eyes that were gradually losing their color.
"Kalecgos, what have you done?"
Thrall protested loudly that although Orgrimmar had suffered a great calamity, with more than half of its inhabitants killed or wounded, it had not been destroyed, and Garrosh's rule could continue.
Looking into Kalecgos's eyes, Thrall was so frightened that he took several steps back, stopping himself from saying anything.
Kalecgos's once azure eyes turned jet black, his pupils bulging like those of a venomous snake, and he uttered a strange sound:
Jaina, you have finally died by my hand.