Having successfully ambushed Jaina, Kalecgos was overjoyed and couldn't help but laugh loudly.
Domira, bell-like eyes gradually regained their clarity, and she realized that she had been bewitched by Jaina. Her disgraceful behavior had been witnessed by Thrall and the others, and she could not accept it.
Jaina is dead. Domira gave an unnatural smile and said to Kalecgos:
"Very good, my sweet little Blue Dragonflight, I will pamper you."
Kalecgos body trembled violently, and his laughter abruptly ceased.
The Black Dragon Eggs's will, hidden within Kalecgos, has a mysterious origin and secretly broke the Slave Contract.
Domira's single glance terrified him to the point of near collapse, and he hastily retreated into the Kalecgos's consciousness.
Kalecgos regained his senses, and was equally terrified. His massive dragon body lay prostrate on the ground like a pitiful little lamb.
Domira looked around at everyone, her voice booming:
"Warchief Garrosh has decreed that Thrall is plotting to destroy Azeroth, Vol'jin and Kalecgos are accomplices. Come with me to Orgrimmar to face trial. Garrosh is more than willing to put you on his dinner table."
Thrall was terrified. He glared at Kalecgos fiercely, about to offer some explanation, when a sharp pain shot through his shoulders.
Domira held a chain in each hand and pierced Thrall's shoulder blades. Thrall screamed in pain and knelt on the ground, begging for his life.
Vol'jin Kalecgos could not escape this terrible Destiny; their shoulder blades were pierced with chains, and they obediently followed behind Domira.
Domira hoisted Jaina's corpse and opened Portal to Orgrimmar.
Entering Orgrimmar through the city gates, the Trade District of the Valley of Strength was in chaos. Countless Orcs were killing each other, and there Orcs and cries of agony everywhere. Only bones remained of the corpses.
Blood flowed freely, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere. Domira stepped on an Orcs's head and immediately frowned.
The Water Elementals and dark clouds have dissipated, but Orgrimmar has not returned to peace; instead, it has descended into chaos.
The Orcs of Orgrimmar, their eyes bloodshot, had all entered a berserk state, tearing at each other's flesh and blood with reckless abandon.
On the short journey from the city gate to the chieftain's tent, Domira suffered hundreds of attacks. Despite her Domira power, she was still bitten off a large chunk of flesh.
Domira enraged and cast Freeze spell, freezing the Valley of Strength, turning thousands of Orcs into statues.
Upon entering the chieftain's tent, Domira laid down Jaina's body and shouted, "Bring Garrosh to me!"
The once heavily guarded chieftain's tent was now deserted, not a single Orcs in sight. Domira searched every corner before finally finding a golden-haired Kobold under the table. The Kobold said ingratiatingly:
"Big Candle Gagg, greetings to Archmage Domira. You are Miss Azeroth, Champion Beauty. Agna, once the most beautiful Orcs, has aged. You are the true beauty of Azeroth. I heard that Prophet Velen saw you once and has been lovesick ever since, unable to eat or sleep, yearning for you day and night."
Domira, revealing her gaping maw, and nodded in satisfaction. "Velen is too old, I don't like him. Gagg, I know you, Garrosh invited you, didn't he?"
Gagg revealed a shrewd expression. "The Warchief ordered that Thrall, Vol'jin, Kalecgos be brought to justice and executed immediately at the city gates. I listed Thrall's 1,800 crimes of plotting to destroy Azeroth, so that everyone in Azeroth would see Thrall's true colors."
Thrall glared fiercely at Gagg, which aggravated the wound on his shoulder, causing him to wince in pain.
Domira snorted, "Where did Garrosh go?"
Gagg cautiously said, "Azeroth is facing a life-or-death crisis, Warchief, disregarding his own hardships, has gone to save the world."
Domira asked again, displeased, "What about the other officials and generals? Why is there not a single one who has the final say?"
Gagg said tactfully, "They also followed the Warchief in saving Azeroth."
"A bunch of useless trash."
Domira, holding the letter of recommendation she had taken from Jaina's arms, pointed at Thrall and said viciously:
"I don't have time to deal with these useless people. I need to get to Dalaran to replace Jaina as leader. From now on, Dalaran belongs to the Orcs. First, we must destroy Stormwind City."
Seeing that Domira was losing patience and was about to personally execute Thrall and the others.
Thrall knew his chance to survive was right in front of him and he had to seize it, so he flattered her, saying, "Beautiful and gentle Lady Domira, the Domira woman in Azeroth, please allow me to say a few words."
Domira listened with delight. "Go ahead, what are your last words?"
Thrall's mind raced, but he calmly replied:
"Lady Domira, the situation in Dalaran is extremely complex. The Kirin Tor and the Sunreavers are locked in a power struggle. Rhonin appears submissive, but he is actually ambitious and driven by self-interest. He has secretly supported his wife Vereesa, in establishing the Silver Covenant. Although its main members are High Elves, their attitude leans towards the Alliance. Dalaran appears calm on the surface, but it is actually in complete chaos, with lax discipline and a disorganized structure, urgently needing reorganization. The frequent prisoner escapes from Violet Hold are a testament to this."
Domira felt a headache coming on; after all, she was just an inexperienced woman, no match for Thrall's rich experience in political struggles.
"What's so difficult about that? Just kill them all," Domira said nonchalantly.
Thrall whispered a word of advice, "Lady Domira, Dalaran not Orgrimmar. There are countless Orcs there. If all the mages are killed, it will take decades to recover."
Domira hesitated for a moment; she didn't want to manage an empty Dalaran either. "What method do you have? If it's suitable, I'll spare your life."
Thrall smiled wryly, "There's no good way, it's just a matter of improvising."
Domira pondered for a while, "Hmph, since you can't escape my grasp anyway, I'll spare your life for a few days."
Having said that, he raised his hand to execute Vol'jin.
Vol'jin trembled with fear and pleaded hastily, "Domira, you know I'm Thrall's strategist, helping him devise plans."
Domira hesitated. "Alright, I'll spare your life for now. This Blue Dragonflight is useless; let him accompany Jaina as an Undead couple."
Kalecgos sniffed, his eyes suddenly lighting up, revealing a lovesick expression:
"Beautiful Domira, I have never seen such a beautiful woman as you. The wicked Jaina fought you with magic, and seeing you bewitched broke my heart. I don't know what power helped me break Jaina's Slave Contract, but I think it is the power of true love. To die by your hand is a great comfort and an honor."
Domira sized up Kalecgos's handsome face, sapphire-like eyes, sky-blue hair, and exquisite features. The Aspect of the Blue Kalecgos had a magnificent appearance.
Seeing that it had worked, Kalecgos knelt on the ground, grasped Domira's thick hand, and said with deep affection:
"Though my life is about to end, I still muster the courage to tell you that even the Great Sea ocean could not extinguish my burning love for you. I have loved, and my life as a dragon has no regrets. I have only one request: please turn me into Magic Marionette so that I may stay by your side forever."
Kalecgos, the Blue Dragonflight, had long since mastered the art of smooth talk, a skill he had acquired through countless games of life.
Domira knew it was fake, but the feeling of floating on air made her extremely excited and satisfied.