Initially, the infamous Orcs entered Dalaran through Portal, causing great panic in the Dalaran Kingdom.
However, the subsequent propaganda that the Orcs were the Saviors of Azeroth quickly calmed people's concerns.
Medivh successfully Scourge the Scourge for the destruction of Silvermoon City, while the true culprits Orcs, became the heroes who fought bravely.
Orcs are circulating throughout Dalaran about how the Scourge in Silvermoon City.
Thrall personally led the charge, Gorehowl in his left hand and Doomhammer in his right, single-handedly slaughtering tens of thousands of Scourge. He charged straight into the Scourge, nearly Execute Arthas, and earned a formidable reputation as the undisputed Savior.
The alliance between the Orcs Legions and the Dalaran Mages gave people hope; the Scourge didn't seem so terrible anymore, and Thrall's reputation reached its peak.
Only a few prominent nobles, the true high-ranking officials of Dalaran, and those renowned Archmages knew what had really happened, but no one wanted to offend Medivh, so they chose to remain silent.
Subsequently, the ambiguous relationship between Thrall and Jaina quickly spread throughout the Dalaran Kingdom, becoming a topic of conversation and successfully attracting the attention of ordinary people.
Jaina, a disciple of High Archmage Antonidas, and daughter of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore.
Thrall, Warchief of the Orcs Legion, a rising star, the Savior of Azeroth.
The poor mortals, completely unaware that the conspirators were plotting the arrival of a certain Demons Lord, with destruction and disaster imminent, still talked with great relish about this love that transcended race, giving rise to countless exaggerated versions.
This was the scene that Kael'thas witnessed when he entered the Dalaran Kingdom.
Like a final, frenzied celebration before the end of the world.
Kael'thas felt nauseous, especially seeing the Orcs receiving praise from the people; he had never been so angry.
Those damned executioners.
Kael'thas, dressed in a thick black robe, with a hood and veil concealing his Elf ears, looked like any ascetic he could find in Dalaran. He first went to see Rhonin and Vereesa the Windrunner.
By saving the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, depriving the Orcs of their only and most powerful weapon, and unexpectedly driving away the Evil Deathwing, Rhonin's reputation was almost comparable to that of the Council of Six. In addition, his marriage to Vereesa, one of the Windrunner Sisters, made Rhonin a true winner in life.
After getting up and washing up in the morning, Rhonin looked at himself in the mirror. His thick, fiery red hair was neatly trimmed, and there was a scar on his nose, but it did not affect his angular face. His expression always seemed full of irony and suspicion, which had caused him a lot of trouble before, but at this moment it was a unique charm.
You're still so handsome!
Rhonin's fame has brought him enormous benefits; nowadays, the nobles of Dalaran consider it an honor to have Rhonin as a guest.
"Rhonin." Vereesa, her eyes red from crying after a sleepless night, glared at her husband. "Silvermoon City has been destroyed by the Orcs! Tens of thousands of High Elves have been slaughtered! These damned executioners have Dalaran, and you still have the nerve to attend a banquet? My poor sister Sylvanas!"
"The Scourge destroyed Silvermoon City."
Rhonin flashed his signature sarcastic smile, and before Vereesa could erupt in anger again, Rhonin quickly lowered his stance and begged for mercy, "Alright, Vereesa, I sympathize with Silvermoon City's plight, but what can we do? The world continues to move forward amidst mistakes, conspiracies and intrigues will always exist, and the corrupt and backward must be eliminated."
"Are you saying that we High Elves are rotten things that should be eradicated?" Vereesa's deep green eyes widened.
Rhonin realized he had misspoke and quickly apologized. He knew that Vereesa was reasonable and wouldn't argue unnecessarily.
"I think you should know that the rule of the Sunstrider family is corrupt, Vereesa."
Vereesa was well aware of Silvermoon City's politics, and she agreed with her husband's statement, "Rhonin, you have to do something. Are you just going to watch your enemies swagger around like Saviors?"
"There's nothing we can do but watch this world sink and decay, buried along with the dust, hoping that after the dust settles, there will be a bright and beautiful future."
Rhonin was equally helpless in the face of the current situation. He pretended to be engrossed in social interactions among the nobles, his aim being to gather the latest information and wait for the opportunity to rise to power.
Opportunity only favors the prepared.
"There is no bright future; only destruction awaits."
Kael'thas walked in from outside, which was quite impolite and abrupt. He did not disturb Rhonin's servants and family, but with so many spies around, the Elven Prince had to be careful.
"Antonidas plans to summon Archimonde, and you know what that means, Rhonin, Vereesa."
"Archimonde, that terrifying Demons Lord, the Burning Legion's invasion."
Rhonin and Vereesa were both terrified. The Burning Legion had arrived; was Azeroth truly facing its end?
Kael'thas stared at the famous couple, at Rhonin's apprehension, Vereesa's pale face, and the Elven Prince's heart was equally heavy.
Medivh had placed Jaina by Antonidas's side, and after discussing it with Robbie and Arthas, they realized they also needed to plant a pawn by Antonidas's side.
This person must have enough courage, the determination to face difficulties, and a Steadfast belief to ensure that he will not become a fence-sitter, desert his post, or even defect to Antonidas.
After careful consideration, Rhonin was finally chosen.
"I have a plan, but I need your help, Rhonin. This world needs you to step up once again," Kael'thas said earnestly.
Rhonin's expression was somewhat unnatural. Fortunately, Kael'thas hadn't noticed, since only Vereesa knew the truth about those past events, so he had nothing to worry about.
"It's my duty, for Azeroth." Rhonin's voice was deep and powerful, inspiring a special sense of trust. It must be said that Rhonin possessed a unique charm that made him so appealing to Vereesa.
Kael'thas sensed Rhonin's confidence and lowered his voice, saying, "I will help you gain Antonidas's trust. If all goes well, you will be involved in the most crucial secrets."
Gazing at the beautiful scenery of the Violet Garden, the High Archmage Antonidas was troubled.
He was still hesitating about whether to summon Archimonde; such a decision was not one to be made lightly.
However, due to the circumstances, he felt he was about to reach a dead end.
Medivh is truly wicked. Antonidas originally thought that with Dalaran's strength, he could make Medivh wary, but who would have thought that he would resort to such underhanded tactics.
Antonidas once had a formidable rival, and it was by defeating this competitor that he achieved his current status. After becoming the Head Mage of Dalaran, he immediately expelled this rival, completely eliminating any potential threat.
Unexpectedly, this old rival returned, and his strength had greatly increased. He was making contacts all over Dalaran, plotting to overthrow Antonidas. Fortunately, Jaina tipped him off, and the conspiracy was nipped in the bud.
At this point, Antonidas finally understood Medivh's plan.
Medivh intended to plunge Dalaran into internal strife, weakening it in the civil war until both sides were exhausted, before having the Orcs Legion wipe out Dalaran and pin the blame on the Scourge.
Although he knew about Medivh's plot, Antonidas was helpless. After all, the Guardian's reputation was too great, and he could command almost anyone's support. Dalaran.
"Is summoning Archimonde the only option?" Antonidas sighed deeply.
Just then, a servant reported that Rhonin had come to visit.