With a shout from the Ice King Amenar, a mountain covered in bones slowly rose from the ground.
Above the mountain of bones, an endless aura of death swirled around. Jaina was shocked. How many wronged souls must there be? Amnennar's rise to power had only taken a few years; how could he have collected so many?
"Heh, Jaina, don't you realize the enormity of this? This is all the bloodshed you've caused," Amnennar said in a hoarse voice.
"I?"
Jaina was puzzled and slightly taken aback, wondering, "What does this have to do with me?"
Amnennar chuckled coldly, his dark eyes gleaming with a greenish light.
"Since the Orcs entered Kalimdor, you and Thrall have colluded, working together from within and without. Countless innocent lives have been slaughtered. Orgrimmar is filled with wronged souls, and Mount Hyjal is littered with bones. Your father's fleet sank unjustly to the bottom of the sea, and the ocean is teeming with wandering Restless Souls. Life and death are predetermined, and the Death Realm only accept a predetermined number of souls. Those who died unjustly can only roam the world as vengeful spirits. The number of wronged souls I have collected is less than one percent of the amount of bloodshed you have caused, yet it is already so terrifying."
Jaina was shocked upon hearing this. Logically, given her ideals and pursuits, she shouldn't feel guilty about it, but she still felt a little apprehensive. The young Jaina couldn't be as indifferent as Aegwynn.
"Bone Band, heed my command, the show begins!"
Amnennar was a Lich, and he had no expression, so Jaina didn't notice his smugness. He successfully pried open a crack in Jaina's heart.
At the summit of Bone Mountain, a towering skeleton came to life, its body engulfed in Flames, clutching a guitar in its arms.
"Modresh Fire Eye is at your service, my master."
Modresh Fire Eye grabbed a guitar and started dancing energetically, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.
As Modresh Fire Eye's eerie singing began, the skeletons of Bone Mountain rose up one by one, singing and dancing with Modresh Fire Eye. They were clearly professionally trained, their movements incredibly synchronized.
Don't expect these lowly Undead creatures to make normal sounds; their voices are like bone fragments rubbing against each other, harsh and unpleasant, truly noise.
As the songs of the Undead reached her ears, Jaina felt her head throb, her heart race, her blood rush to her head, her vision blur, and she struggled to concentrate.
It is important to know that an Archmage must maintain mental focus in order to cast spells.
Jaina, however, struggled to concentrate. She managed to cast an Frostbolt, but it went far off course. Meanwhile, Amennar, the Ice King, seemed completely unaffected by the noise; she appeared to have grasped the purpose of the plate helmet.
"Jaina, give up. You don't understand true power at all."
Amnennar knew he was no match for Jaina, so he didn't attack proactively, but instead passively defended, holding Jaina back and buying time for Carl Thornrib.
Do you think a little noise can defeat me?
Jaina tore off two strips of cloth and stuffed them tightly into her ears.
Although she couldn't hear the annoying noise, she still couldn't concentrate on casting spells. She could hear her heart pounding violently, which made her irritable and uneasy. She felt dizzy and disoriented, as if she were drunk.
"What kind of magic is this?" Experiment 335 asked, bewildered. "Could it be sound waves?"
"No! It's resonance," Robbie said definitively. "Amnennar manipulates the sound of the Bone Band, making it resonate with Jaina's heartbeat and internal organs, thereby influencing Jaina's mind. Amnennar is a Lich; he has no heart or blood circulation, so he only needs to protect his head with a specially made helmet."
Jaina didn't understand the principle of resonance; even Dalaran hadn't studied it. This mysterious, unknown power filled Jaina with fear, forcing her to retreat.
Once away from the mountain of bones and skulls, Jaina felt much better, but she couldn't get close to Carl Thornrib. She could only watch helplessly as the Mushan Beast, entangled in thorny vines, gradually weakened due to excessive blood loss.
"Go to hell, go to hell, you damned cow."
Cairne Bloodhoof roared, swinging his Runed Spear: "The Spear of Victory is mine! You're outdated, Magatha Grimtotem, you damned cow!"
Magatha Grimtotem is enveloped in abundant Elemental Power. Although she is an elderly woman, as frail as a candle in the wind, the power of the elements makes her young and full of strength.
Even in hand-to-hand combat with Cairne Bloodhoof, he was in no way at a disadvantage.
Compared to Cairne Bloodhoof, who fought with increasing ferocity and was determined to kill his opponent, Magatha Grimtotem seemed somewhat hesitant and timid, even unwilling to use powerful spells.
She watched Cairne Bloodhoof grow up, always regarding him as her own son, witnessing his growth step by step. How she wished for Cairne Bloodhoof to grow into a great Tauren Chieftain.
"Cairne, what is the reason for this? What has driven you to such madness? Why did you betray our people?" Magatha Grimtotem asked painfully, his face filled with bewilderment.
Cairne Bloodhoof grinned menacingly, looking exactly like Thrall:
"Magatha, you are a respected elder, but don't think you can fool me. You're too old, which is why Thrall didn't value you. Otherwise, you would be even more insane than I am. Since you have the chance to become a god, why not seize it? Tauren, your race, all of you, die! I, Cairne Bloodhoof, will become an immortal god."
Cairne Bloodhoof seemed to have gone mad, completely disregarding his defenses, only wanting to kill this wretched cow.
Magatha Grimtotem said with a sorrowful expression, "Cairne, you've been bewitched by Demons. You shouldn't be like this."
Although Cairne had been trying his best to kill this annoying senior, Magatha Grimtotem's strength was more solid, and the power of the elements was still stronger than the power of blood.
But Magatha had no intention of killing, so the two were almost at an impasse.
Thrall was heartbroken over his mount, but unfortunately Jaina was blocked by the Ice King and could not advance an inch.
Thrall knew his own efforts would be futile, and seeing that Cairne was no match for Magatha, he shouted, "Vol'jin, ignore the Quilboars, join Cairne in killing this old hag!"
"Yes, sir."
Vol'jin withdrew from the battle with the Quilboars, his Warglaive stained with green poison, and joined forces with Cairne to attack Magatha Grimtotem.
Cairne launched a frontal assault with wide, sweeping attacks, while Vol'jin's attacks were extremely insidious, always striking from unexpected angles, putting Magatha in grave danger.
"Men, Charge! Kill those damned greenskin Orcs!"
Herzrul Bloodmark, the leader of the Kolkar Centaurs, led a pair of Centaurs into the battle.
Herzrul Bloodmark was tall and much stronger than the average Centaur. Cairne Bloodhoof had no choice but to abandon Magatha and confront Herzrul Bloodmark. The two were old rivals who had fought many times, with each winning and losing.
"Cairne Bloodhoof! You coward, you all must die."
Herzrul raised his hooves and clashed with Cairne Bloodhoof.
Thrall, considering himself Savior of noble status, was unwilling to get involved in the battle and instead watched from the sidelines.
Seeing his Mushan Beast about to die, Thrall's eyes turned red with anxiety.
Just then, a group of tall Ogres approached Thrall. Thrall recognized them as allies of the Horde from Brackenwall Village in Dustwallow Marsh. Upon seeing the towering figure of King Mogmorlok, Thrall's face lit up with surprise.
"Mogmorlok, you've come at the right time. The Horde needs your help."
Mogmorlok stared intently at Thrall, his expression shifting between confusion and bewilderment, before finally realizing what he had done. After a long pause, he said, "You're wrong, Thrall. I'm here to find my bride."