Rhonin's visit was out of courtesy, and Antonidas received him politely.
Antonidas looked at the young man's somewhat flamboyant face, especially the red braid at the back of his head, which deeply aroused the old mage's nerves, and he was quite disapproving.
Although Rhonin displayed unexpected luck in rescuing the Red Dragon Queen, accomplishing a seemingly impossible task and gaining considerable fame, becoming a role model for the new generation of young mages in Dalaran, that was all.
Compared to his disciple Jaina, Robbie completely outmatched in terms of background. In terms of magical talent, Rhonin was slightly better, but Jaina had the help of the Elven Prince and later gained the favor of the Guardian Medivh. The Spellstealer Wyrm about a revolutionary change to the talent of mages, and Rhonin was once again completely defeated.
Compared to lineage, the Archmage Antonidas naturally holds a higher status than the Red Dragon Krasus. Krasus's advantage lies in his long lifespan, but what good is it? As it turns out, Dragonkin magic is not suitable for humans to use.
Rhonin became an outcast, constantly causing magical mishaps and disliked by the Dalaran Mages, almost losing his mage status. This was partly due to Krasus's flawed teachings.
Even if he inadvertently changes the Destiny of Azeroth, so what? Once his glory fades, he will soon be forgotten. He will probably become a legend, a folk song, and that's about it.
Their conversation was dry and lifeless. Antonidas was wary of Rhonin and would never entrust him with an important position. Rhonin, knowing Antonidas's character, could only respond with silence, indulging in socializing and banquets, seemingly unwilling to interfere in Dalaran's affairs.
On their views regarding Silvermoon City and the Orcs, the two were largely in agreement. Rhonin acknowledged that Silvermoon City was destroyed by the Scourge and that the Orcs were the Saviors of Azeroth. Although his expression was extremely unnatural, Antonidas naturally assumed it was because Rhonin had married Vereesa Windrunner.
Women, especially women of the High Elf race, can be stubborn and it may take hundreds of years for them to change their ways.
Just as Rhonin was about to take his leave, a heated argument broke out outside the door.
Kael'thas glared angrily at Jaina, holding a small yellow Booklet in his hand, a compilation of rumors about Jaina and Thrall, including some exaggerated and inappropriate descriptions for children.
"Jaina, tell me, this isn't true."
Jaina's lips curled slightly, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, aptly expressing her disdain for the Elven Prince:
"Kael'thas, watch your words. I don't believe an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years would believe such ridiculous rumors. Besides, Thrall is the great Savior; he will surely save Azeroth. You should exercise restraint."
"You call me an old monster, while referring to that beast as Savior."
If Kael'thas was faking it earlier, he was now truly enraged, almost on the verge of a breakdown, staring rudely at Jaina, causing her to instinctively take a step back in fear.
"Say no more!" Kael'thas roared, his fists clenched, almost ready to beat Jaina senseless, but he managed to restrain himself. "Foolish woman, you'd rather sleep with a beast like this?"
Jaina blinked. Such vulgar words had limited impact, failing to even provoke Jaina anger. She skillfully responded, "Thrall is the Savior of Azeroth, and I am the future Queen of Lordaeron. Even if there's some ambiguity, it's nothing. And you? Kael'thas, oh! Prince of Quel'Thalas, an exiled Prince who has lost his homeland. Before being banished by Dalaran, I think you should first recognize your place."
Jaina's taunt left Kael'thas speechless. The usually gentle and polite Jaina was truly this kind of person. He roared, "Thrall is an executioner! He has slaughtered thousands of innocent people! The blood on his hands cannot be washed away by the entire ocean. And you dare to defend him? Is this the kind of disciple Antonidas has produced? I must confront your master myself!"
"I'm sorry, Kael'thas, no one will believe your foolish lies." Jaina seized the opportunity to provoke Kael'thas, hoping that Kael'thas would take action in his rage, thus losing his last remaining position in Dalaran.
"Thrall is so kind, so gentle, and so passionate about life; he will surely save Azeroth."
Suddenly, a girl's scream rang out, and several pale-faced maids ran out from a nearby house— Thrall's residence in the Violet Garden. A ferocious-looking Orcs appeared on the second-floor balcony, clutching a delicate, pink arm, chewing on it greedily, blood dripping from its mouth, and flashing a defiant smile at the Elven Prince.
"Silvermoon City was destroyed by us Orcs, and I devoured your father. I will devour Antonidas, Jaina, and all of Dalaran. What can you do to me, Kael'thas?"
Thrall laughed arrogantly, wanting to provoke Kael'thas's wrath, just like Jaina.
Fortunately, Kael'thas remembered the purpose of his trip and tried his best to control his anger, instead glaring at Jaina:
"You know nothing of suffering! You have no compassion whatsoever, you selfish woman, you only care about yourself."
Kael'thas ignored the two adulterers, fearing he might lose his temper and cause a major blunder. He barged into Antonidas's residence and questioned the elderly mage.
"Antonidas, look at what you've done! The Orcs destroyed Silvermoon City and slaughtered my people, and you blame it all on the Scourge. Aren't you afraid that the Silvermoon City tragedy will befall Dalaran?"
Antonidas remained unfazed. Years of shrewd maneuvering and skillful maneuvering told him what to do: abandon what needed to be abandoned. He gave Rhonin an apologetic smile, then looked directly at Kael'thas.
"Look, an uninvited guest. I don't recall inviting you, Prince Highness."
"I apologize for my intrusion, but compared to your distorted facts and fabricated lies, this is nothing." Kael'thas glanced at Rhonin with feigned surprise, deliberately feigning anticipation.
"Rhonin, as wise as you are, you should be able to make a fair judgment. Antonidas is old and senile, just as foolish as my father. He will bring disaster to the people of Dalaran."
Rhonin looked down at the water glass in his hand. He knew this was a crucial moment; whether he could gain Antonidas's trust depended on his performance now. He stood up and respectfully bowed to Antonidas.
"Lord Antonidas, it is obvious that Prince Kael'thas has been bewitched by the Scourge's Demons. His current mental state is unsuitable for holding public office in Dalaran. I suggest you propose this to the Council, and I will respond."
Antonidas glanced at Rhonin in surprise. They weren't from the same faction, and he had expected Rhonin to at least not make a fool of himself. But instead, Ronin was on his side, which surprised Antonidas.
"You! You!" Kael'thas's gentle, pleasant voice became hoarse, his handsome face contorted, and he pointed at Rhonin, unable to speak.
"Rhonin, I am very comforted that you can look at this issue so rationally. Dalaran's future needs young people like you."
Antonidas suddenly realized that Rhonin's braids weren't so bad after all; they actually looked quite handsome and stylish.