Most women enjoy flattery, and even Domira was no exception. She didn't care whether the flattery was sincere or not; she simply enjoyed the feeling.
Just like how ancient emperors would hold a knife to someone's throat just to hear praise.
Domira hooked her hand under Kalecgos's chin, grinning seductively, "People say a handsome man is a woman's best adornment, and it's true, Kalec, from now on you'll stay by my side."
Kalecgos secretly breathed a sigh of relief and fawned over Domira.
Domira glanced at the chaotic Orgrimmar with disgust, and said with a sneer, "Garrosh has disappointed me so much. He's a useless piece of trash. I don't know how my sister could have fallen for him. I'm leaving this disgusting junkyard. Hopefully, Dalaran will satisfy me."
The Portal opened, Domira froze Jaina's corpse in Frost, picked her up, and stepped into the Portal, followed by a long scream.
Thrall, Vol'jin, Kalecgos exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what had happened.
Orgrimmar was too chaotic, and none of the three wanted to linger. Thrall tried to say, "Kalec, it's your turn to shine. Go see what's going on."
Kalecgos braced himself and crawled into the Portal, only to suddenly feel his feet sink into the ground. He quickly transformed into his Dragon form and discovered that the Portal was hundreds of meters in the air.
Kalecgos flapped his wings violently to maintain his balance, and soon after, Vol'jin and Thrall also fell off, landing on Kalecgos's back.
This doesn't seem to Dalaran.
Looking around, one sees a strange land beneath one's feet, a mixture of somber black and ominous pale white, with vegetation displaying an unhealthy deep blue hue. The sky is filled with leaden clouds, and an abnormal mist shrouds this land.
Vol'jin said uncertainly, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Mantid's home, the Dread Wastes."
"How did we end up in Pandaria?" Thrall looked around in panic.
Kalecgos slowly descended, directly beneath the Portal. Domira was smashed to pieces. Several Mantids gathered around her, wielding powerful blades and easily tearing off chunks of flesh, which they then chewed. Upon seeing a Dragon descending from the sky, the Mantids scattered and fled.
Domira, the orc Orcs who was the cousin of Queen Doras, the richest woman in Kalimdor, Medivh's experiment, and even more powerful than Jaina, died just like that.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" Thrall asked.
Kalecgos shrugged. "Magic requires precise manipulation; even the slightest mistake is unacceptable. Unfortunately, Orcs are a bit too carefree and not well-suited to learning magic."
Vol'jin let out a long sigh of relief, "We're finally free, great Savior. What's next?"
Thrall thought for a moment and said, "Don't forget our mission: to kill Lei Shen and rescue Ra-den. Garrosh bewitched Jaina, causing all this trouble. Now it's my turn to take action. I am the Savior of Azeroth, and rescuing Ra-den is my responsibility."
Vol'jin said with difficulty, "Unfortunately, we have neither soldiers nor food. How can we fight against the powerful Mogu?"
Thrall smiled slightly and said, "I never intended to rescue Ra-den. I just need to do a better job Garrosh. I remember Anduin still in Pandaria."
Vol'jin nodded. "Anduin has had a falling out with King Varian and refuses to return to Stormwind City. He's currently staying at an inn on the Mistveil Trestle."
Thrall chuckled and said, "Times have changed. Now Anduin possesses powerful Power of the Holy Light; he's just having trouble making a decision. As long as we persuade Anduin, the Alliance army can attack the Mogu. Whether we succeed or not, the blood of the Alliance soldiers will win me the favor of Elune."
Vol'jin pondered for a while, "Anduin is young, he is cunning by nature. To be honest, I'm not confident I can persuade him."
Thrall waved his hand and said, "It's alright. When faced with a life-or-death situation, even the most cunning Anduin has no choice but to submit."
Vol'jin looked completely bewildered. Thrall chuckled and said, "I need to write a letter to Exodar. Prophet Velen is terrified of the Orcs; he'll do whatever I tell him to do."
The ice that had frozen Jaina's body shattered, a campfire roared, and the large cauldron made from Kalecgos scales contained only a small amount of broth.
Thrall and Vol'jin were both very full, burping contentedly, Kalecgos put away Jaina's skull.
"You still have feelings for this foolish human woman?" Vol'jin joked.
Kalecgos chuckled. "I've wandered the mortal world for thousands of years. What women haven't I seen? Why would I care about such a brainless woman? I was just thinking that Jaina is, after all, an Archmage. If we could send her skull to Undercity and resurrect her as Lich, that wouldn't be bad."
Vol'jin patted him on the shoulder. "You're quite the cruel dragon."
Mistveil Trestle.
Anduin frowned, the tea beside him had long since gone cold, but he had no appetite for it.
A large pile of newspapers lay before him; Anduin, far away in Pandaria, could only obtain information from these newspapers.
"The media these days is so irresponsible!" Anduin himself.
Anduin eager to know what had happened in Theramore.
Newspapers reported that Jaina plotted to destroy Azeroth, Warchief Garrosh led a large army to quell the rebellion. He publicly Execute Jaina and displayed her head at the gates of Orgrimmar, along with a photograph.
Some newspapers also reported that Jaina led her army into Orgrimmar, Garrosh fled in panic, Thrall advised Jaina not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but was Execute Jaina.
The latest news is that Rhonin died in Theramore, Jaina became the leader of Dalaran. She has an ambiguous relationship with Rhonin's widow Vereesa, and the two often live together.
Anduin covered his head, unsure which newspaper to believe.
Thrall strode in, followed by Vol'jin. Thrall picked up the newspaper that recorded his Execute at the hands of Jaina and pointed to the photo, saying:
"How amusing. Where did they find this Orcs to impersonate me? He looks exactly like me."
Anduin at Thrall. This was the Mistveil Trestle, Madam Goya's territory. Thrall was now penniless, Anduin not afraid of him.
"Savior Thrall, how have you been?"
Thrall chuckled, "Prince Anduin, you must know about what happened in Uldum. Lei Shen kidnapped Ra-den. Ra-den, the Ancient Guardian, has made countless contributions to Azeroth and saved Azeroth many times. We have a responsibility and an obligation to destroy Lei Shen and rescue Ra-den."
Anduin nodded. "Well said, I wholeheartedly support you. You are the Savior, so go ahead and do it."
Thrall said solemnly, "Saving Azeroth is everyone's responsibility. I hope you can put pressure on King Varian to have Kingdom of Stormwind send a large army. Lei Shen Ji Wudao but a coward, Mogu are easily defeated. This would be a feat that will be remembered for all time."
Anduin shrugged. "Sorry, I'm not interested."
After a long Anjing, Thrall smiled slightly, "Anduin, guess who I've encountered? Prophet Velen. I don't know what grudge you have, but he's been searching for you everywhere."
"That damned old bastard, he's like a persistent ghost!" Anduin's face contorted with rage.