Compared to Jaina's raw meat and blood-drinking diet, Aman'Thul's meals were much simpler; he had only a piece of ordinary bread and a glass of Fresh Water in front of him.
Jaina looked at the Draenei before her and asked curiously, "Such delicious food, why miss it?"
Aman'Thul smiled faintly and said, "Sargeras once said that man lives not by food, but by his Steadfast faith."
Jaina said thoughtfully, "I don't have that level of awareness. I guess it's because I've spent so much time with Orcs that I've gradually come to accept their eating habits."
Aman'Thul stared at Lucas on the table and said, "Many humans believe that being eaten by Orcs is an honor."
Jaina sneered, "A bunch of stupid parrots, they deserved to have their whole family eaten by the Orcs, they're just a bunch of trash."
Seeing Lucas's puzzled expression, Aman'Thul knew that even with his strength, he couldn't change Lucas's deeply ingrained ideas, so he changed the subject:
"Jaina, how did you deal with your master, and that traitorous slag dragon?"
Jaina smiled slightly, "Kalecgos betrayed me, but I'm more worried about Aegwynn. If she escapes, I'll be the first to suffer."
Aman'Thul nodded, then deliberately asked, "Aegwynn was, after all, your mentor, who taught you so much magic and principles of life. Regardless, she has been kind to you in guiding you."
Jaina scoffed, "I would betray even my own father, let alone my mentor. Just like the humans at this table, if they had the chance to sell their fathers and children to the Orcs to be eaten, they would feel proud and honored."
Lucas was baffled; isn't this something to be proud of?
Aman'Thul agreed with Jaina's point of view, "All beings in the universe are the same, struggling to grasp the correct values. Take those poor Draenei, for example. If they could die for Velen, it would be a heroic act. They are willing to send their children to their deaths, considering it an honor to be eaten by Orcs. In this respect, the Draenei are no better than humans."
After a pause, Aman'Thul chuckled, "How about I teach you a few tricks? You deliberately leak the information to Kalecgos, letting him accept it with suspicion. Kalecgos is just a useless dragon, but he has two dark souls within him, incredibly cunning. To obtain Aegwynn's legacy, Kalecgos must reach an agreement with these two dark souls."
Jaina hesitated, "I know one of them is the Dreadlord Sathrovarr the Corruptor, sent by the Burning Legion, but I don't know the origin of the other dark soul?"
Aman'Thul raised an eyebrow. "You mean that Black Dragon Eggs? In this world, I'm probably the only one who knows its origins; it's related to the Prophet Velen."
Jaina showed great interest, while Aman'Thul was lost in memories:
"That happened after they left the Argus World. The wandering Draenei received a signal that a highly advanced civilization was willing to help Draenei. Velen led the Draenei there willingly, but it turned out to be a trap. A terrible creature lived on that planet, who was best at bewitching people. The Draenei were bewitched, and Velen was imprisoned and tortured. The Draenei faced their first crisis of extinction."
"This dark race is the Black Dragon Eggs Clan. They wanted the superior bodies of the Draenei, and only Draenei's wife escaped. Ironically, Velen Black Dragon Eggs Clan tempted Velen, claiming there were many beautiful women on this planet. Naturally, Velen didn't want his wife by his side, so he ordered her to wait on a nearby planet."
"Velen's wife had no choice but to secretly contact the Burning Legion. Archimonde led the Legion down, destroyed that civilization, and rescued the Draenei and Velen. Only one survivor escaped with the help of a Void Creature — the Black Dragon Eggs you now know."
At this point, Aman'Thul said with some indignation:
"Poor Velen's wife, because of her collusion with the Burning Legion, was secretly executed by Velen, who publicly claimed she died in an accident."
Jaina's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "So the purpose of the Black Dragon Eggs is to take revenge on Velen and the Draenei?"
Aman'Thul shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he just wants to survive by any means necessary."
Jaina nodded. "I know what to do. Thank you for your hospitality."
Aman'Thul pointed to Lucas at the table and asked, "He knows our secret. What do you plan to do with him?"
Jaina smiled knowingly. "My first mentor, High Archmage Antonidas, was no merciful man. One of my senior brothers offended him, so he extracted his soul and stuffed it into a Construct — Construct in Dalaran, each containing the soul of a mage. Once Construct, it's like being locked in a dark, sunless dungeon; you can't see or sense anything, you're plunged into endless darkness, and it won't be long before you go mad."
Aman'Thul said with interest, "I didn't expect there to be such a technique. I'd really like to see it."
Lucas had mixed feelings. He felt incredibly lucky to have his soul extracted by the revered Jaina, and he wanted to shout with excitement.
But thinking about the terrible torment that awaited him, something felt off, and reason clashed with his beliefs.
Jaina stood up, smiling as she looked Lucas up and down:
"This process is extremely painful, but of course you don't need to worry, because the pain will last forever, until your soul breaks down."
Jaina's right hand was enveloped in a layer of golden Holy Light, which enveloped Lucas's head. Terrifying pain surged through him, as if he were being fried in boiling oil. It had exceeded the limit of his endurance, yet he could not faint or even make a sound. He could only continue to endure it.
In an instant, Lucas's soul nearly collapsed. Jaina, with a cruel smile, exerted a slight force and successfully extracted his soul.
Aman'Thul clapped his hands, and a Construct appeared before the two of them. Jaina looked at the twisted and struggling soul in her hands and carefully placed it into the Construct.
Just as Jaina described, Lucas's soul was plunged into terrible darkness, and the torment caused his soul to break down countless times, only to miraculously recover each time.
This torment continued until the Construct was destroyed, but Lucas believed he couldn't endure it for that long.
After an unknown amount of time, the pain suddenly disappeared, and Lucas saw light again. He could see the outside world through the Construct's eyes and hear strange sounds from the outside world.
Although he couldn't control the Constructs yet, it was already enough to make Lucas happy.
Recalling that hellish torment and examining the deep wounds on his soul, Lucas was filled with hatred for Jaina.
"I seek revenge. Although my father, brother, and sister were devoured by the Orcs with Jaina's help and gained glory, I still seek revenge."
Lucas cautiously surveyed his surroundings. Before him lay a massive mountain of flesh, gleaming with golden light like a fragrant roasted meat.
The Construct has two sharp blades mounted on its arms, and its job is to cut chunks of flesh from the mountain of flesh. With each cut, the mountain of flesh roars in pain.
"Flesh-Eternal Tirion Fordring!"
In his despair, Lucas saw a glimmer of hope.