The situation changed rapidly, and in a short moment, the powerful Orcs army lost its fighting capacity.
The Black Portal was a reward from the Burning Legion. At Mount Hyjal, Malfurion and Tyrande's gullibility towards Thrall led to a heavy price for the Night Elf race.
The Orcs successfully rendered Azeroth's former Overlord mediocre, and even within the Alliance, the Night Elves had to relinquish their top position.
It can be said that humanity's ability to overpower the Night Elf race and King Varian's rise to the leadership of the Alliance were largely due to Thrall and Jaina's skillful manipulation of the naive Malfurion.
Unfortunately, this Portal can only transport a limited number of people; a thousand soldiers is the maximum.
No, no!
Gazing at the Orcs Legion, weakened by the Plague and rendered incapacitated, Thrall, barely holding on amidst the combined attacks of High Overlord Mogmorlok and the Naga leader, let out a desperate roar.
Jaina gritted her teeth, her face filled with resentment, and glared fiercely at Thrall was steadily retreating.
If it weren't for the grand spectacle of Savior of Azeroth, and the immense mana cost of teleporting that colossal Mushan Beast, Jaina wouldn't have felt so helpless.
Jaina dared not expend her limited mana. An Archmage who had exhausted her magic would be at the mercy of others. She had to reserve enough mana to deal with any unexpected situations.
Faced with the relentless pressure from the Ice King Amenar, she had no choice but to retreat.
On the airship in Undercity, Varimathras revealed a cunning smile:
"Jaina, Thrall, we Forsaken, like the Orcs, share the goal of destroying Azeroth. The Dark Lady Sylvanas shares your ideals and beliefs; we are all fighting for ourselves. I must obtain the latest Plague recipe, Jaina. I hope you can memorize the alchemy recipe as soon as possible."
Varimathras believed his reasoning was very reasonable: since Jaina had provided the Plague recipe, she must have had a copy of it, or at least memorized it.
Jaina nearly fainted upon hearing this. She had only glanced at the Plague recipe; hundreds of herbs, various proportions, and a complicated brewing process—how could she possibly remember so much of it?
Seeing that the situation was dire, Jaina was already considering retreating, at least to take Thrall, the Savior Thrall, with her.
As for Cairne Bloodhoof, the Tauren Chieftain, Vol'jin, Thrall's loyal old friend, they are people who can be discarded at any time; they are not irreplaceable.
High Overlord Mogmorlok and the Naga race chieftain were holding Thrall back. Jaina, realizing her magic power was insufficient to rescue Thrall, hesitated for a moment, then a plan formed in her mind, and she immediately flashed a perfect smile:
"Varimathras, you were too impulsive. You shouldn't have rendered the Orcs reinforcements incapable of fighting. Now Thrall is in dire straits. Do you think I would give you the Plague recipe? The Forsaken will never get it."
The cunning Dreadlord Varimathras chuckled. His release of the Plague upon the Orcs was not an impulsive act, but rather a carefully considered one. He knew very well that he could not make any concessions when dealing with the Orcs, otherwise Orcs would only push their luck further.
Only by letting the Orcs know your power and defeating them will Orcs submit and cry out in grievance that Orcs need fairness. This is the wisdom of politics: to adopt different approaches for different races.
Unfortunately, the Alliance will never learn that.
"Jaina, rescuing Thrall isn't difficult, but I need the Plague Scroll first." Varimathras' tone was extremely firm. "Without the scroll, Thrall can die. We Forsaken can join the Alliance."
"Give him the scroll, Jaina." Thrall couldn't hold on any longer. High Overlord Mogmorlok's fist blades and the Naga chieftain's Sea King Trident had put him in a desperate situation. He regretted not bringing the Doomhammer, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a passive position.
Jaina was furious; Thrall clearly didn't know the truth and was just giving orders haphazardly.
Varimathras stared at Jaina with a grim expression. He knew very well that Jaina was a Dreadlord in human form, whose cunning even Varimathras himself admired.
Without the recipe, he would absolutely not rescue Thrall.
Thrall was finally knocked to the ground by High Overlord Mogmorlok, who was a whole Ogre bigger than Thrall. The ogre clung to Thrall tightly, its stinking mouth biting at Thrall's face.
"My bride, my queen, my empire, my ambition."
The Naga leader's Sea King Trident continuously fired Frostbolt, striking Thrall's body:
"Thrall, tell me where Sea King is right now, or I'll tear you to pieces."
Jaina shook her head and sighed; she knew it was all over, unless...
If Thrall dies here, Orgrimmar will fall into the hands of Saurfang the Great.
Saurfang the Great has plenty of courage, but unfortunately lacks wisdom and is far less cunning and treacherous than Thrall. What will become of Theramore in the future? Jaina was lost in thought.
Suddenly, a powerful aura descended from the sky.
The Priest of the Quilboar Carl Thornrib, chanted a strange incantation with dramatic intonation. "He gives us delicious stew, he brings us sweet mead, he brings us glory and hope, Agamaggan, our god, return, the Quilboar have risen!"
The transparent soul of Agamaggan descended from the sky, easily seizing the soul of the Mushan Beast, tearing and swallowing it, and slowly sinking into the Mushan Beast's enormous Corpse.
The Quilboar soldiers present were immediately invigorated, howling as they charged recklessly towards the Horde's soldiers.
Jaina paled. She had never understood why the Quilboars were so obsessed with the Mushan Beast. It turned out they had a grand plan: the rebirth of Agamaggan's flesh and blood would undoubtedly be the Quilboars ' chance to rise again.
The rise of the Quilboars will inevitably impact Orgrimmar and Theramore first. The newly risen rulers must step over the Corpses of their predecessors to establish their authority.
Jaina looked up at the stunned Dreadlord aboard the airship and said, "Varimathras, you should be able to see the situation clearly. We must unite! Damn it, you Imp, you wimp!"
Varimathras was incredibly cunning. Before Jaina could finish speaking, he immediately took off in his airship and fled. He wouldn't let the Forsaken fight for the Orcs for nothing; he wasn't a fool like King Varian.
"Agamaggan, Agamaggan!"
The Quilboar soldiers cheered thunderously, their shouts echoing like a tidal wave.
Agamaggan's soul merged with the body of the Mushan Beast, gradually transforming its form. The more it looked at the Mushan Beast, the more its face resembled a wild boar, with huge tusks protruding and a pair of small eyes slowly opening, before suddenly exhaling a breath.
Boom!
The black Portal that was Legion reward collapsed, Jaina quickly Blink to the side, preparing to escape alone. She had no intention of fighting the Wild God.
Not far away, Robbie and Experiment 335, witnessing this scene, also showed expressions of surprise. The affairs of the world are truly unpredictable. They never expected that the Quilboar would harbor such a conspiracy. They had really underestimated this inconspicuous race.
Robbie's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly grabbed Experiment 335, with continuous Flash of Light.
"King Varian, why not stay? Are you satisfied with the hospitality in Theramore? Heh heh."
A somber female voice came from behind; it was the former Guardian, Aegwynn.
This stunningly beautiful woman possessed immense magical power; purple Arcane energy formed obscure and incomprehensible symbols that swirled around her body, creating a magical storm like a tornado.
Seeing that Robbie was prepared, Aegwynn didn't have time to chase after him. She knew there was no need to get entangled with a fake King; she had to deal with the Green Shade Inn matter as soon as possible.
"Why did you run away?" Experiment 335 asked, bewildered. "Robbie, you should have a way to defeat her, right?"
"Although we can defeat Aegwynn, we can't change history." Robbie with some helplessness. His experience in Silvermoon City had made him realize that defeating Aegwynn was pointless; it would only add more variables.
When the current Guardian Aegwynn appeared, the entire sky darkened, and unimaginable magical power, like dense dark clouds, enveloped the sky.
With just a flick of his finger, King Mogmorlok, who had been tearing at Thrall's clothes, transformed into a docile little lamb, bleating softly.
Seeing that things were going badly, the Naga leader tried to escape, but instead turned into a small fish, hopping around helplessly.
Jaina was secretly amazed, astonished by Aegwynn's powerful magic.
High Overlord Mogmorlok, the towering Naga leader, possesses considerable resistance to magic. To cast Shapeshifting on them requires exceptional spellcasting skills and a profound understanding of Arcane, Jaina herself cannot do.
Disheveled, Thrall scrambled to his feet, furious. He grabbed his Battle Axe and swung it at Mogmorlok, who had transformed into a sheep. But even with his form altered, his fighting instincts and the Ogre's formidable defense remained. Though unable to retaliate, he nimbly dodged Thrall's attacks.
Ignoring the enraged Thrall, Aegwynn strode to the corpse of the Mushan Beast, unleashing boundless magical power from the sky. The storm of magic surrounding her body grew even stronger, as if she were the embodiment of magic itself.
"Agamaggan, go back. This is not a place for you."
Aegwynn's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.
As if commanded by God.