In her Fel vision, Sylvanas saw a majestic mountain peak.
She knew this was only a part of the enormous body, like a blind man touching the Mushan Beast; she could not see the whole of this terrifying being, this was only a small part of it.
That powerful being was merely a phantom, a trace left by ancient power, a perfect force that had not dissipated even after thousands of years, and seemed to have noticed Sylvanas's gaze.
Don't be superstitious about your Destiny, you ant.
The powerful being sent out a thought, Sylvanas was startled.
She seemed to be in a cold universe, looking down on the entire world of Azeroth, where the planet's surface was ablaze with flames.
Brilliant rays of light burst forth from all corners of Azeroth, the very essence of the world. The entire planet was collapsing, shrinking, and becoming wrinkled, like dried-up fruit that had lost its moisture.
A massive shadow descended from the sky, two shadows as large as planets merging together.
A voice echoed in her ear.
The End Time.
Sylvanas forced herself to stay upright, tears of blood streaming from her eyes.
"I will live, no matter the cost."
Sylvanas earnestly reminded herself, supporting her body.
Then, the enormous shadow vanished. Sylvanas remained silent, realizing she was far too weak compared to the true mastermind behind it all; she had to fight back.
The Forsaken have taken over Zul'Aman and have gathered many Troll residents from various places in the square.
Looking at the group of terrified people, Sylvanas remained expressionless and simply waved her hand.
"Kill them all; the Forsaken need no prisoners."
Despite possessing a new body and perfect appearance, Sylvanas's mindset remained unchanged; her endless hatred for the world and her cruel and ruthless nature continued to dominate her heart.
An elderly Troll stepped forward, trembling, and questioned Sylvanas:
"Why, why? You've already won, why kill everyone? Zul'Aman is left with only innocent civilians, many of them poor children. Dark Lady, why destroy Zul'Aman?"
Sylvanas laughed mockingly:
"Ha! Savage Trolls dare to talk to us about civilization? Those races you cruelly slaughtered and devoured couldn't even utter a sound. Did you spare their children? Savage Trolls have no right to question me."
"They are merely a lowly race," the old Troll argued. "They deserve to die."
Sylvanas laughed cruelly, "That's right. In our eyes, Trolls are also an inferior race, and you deserve to die too."
"No, that's not true. We Trolls are a noble and great race," the old Troll proclaimed.
"The dignity of the defeated is meaningless. This is war, this is hatred, this is retribution for your cruelty. When you allied with the Orcs, your Destiny was sealed. I hate the Orcs, and all races that ally with Orcs will not escape my vengeful fury."
"Orcs?"
The old Troll exclaimed in surprise, for he was merely an ordinary civilian of the Amani Tribe and naturally had no way of knowing the truth:
"Dark Lady, why do you think such things? Thrall is a great Savior, Orcs are the noblest race in Azeroth."
Sylvanas, upon hearing this, burst into a very unladylike laugh:
"It's a pity that Thrall ate your leader Zul'jin for thirty whole days. The Orcs brought a new ideology to Azeroth: the weak either perish or become livestock. Weak Trolls have no right to talk to us about equality. From now on, you Trolls are only fit to be lowly livestock. If you want to hate, hate the Orcs. I'm just following the Orcs' rules: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
"Kill them all."
Sylvanas had no time to argue with this foolish crowd and issued another order.
Archmage Rommath and Ranger-General Halduron both felt that the Dark Lady was too cruel.
They shook their heads repeatedly and sighed softly. Although they dared not step forward to dissuade them, their expressions were very unfriendly.
Sylvanas calmly said to them:
"When the Orcs slaughtered Silvermoon City, who pitied us? The Trolls of Zul'Aman took the opportunity to invade our lands. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to our descendants. Do you want to kill your own children? A bunch of fools."
It was learned from the interrogation of the dead Troll's soul that Zul'jin had been resurrected. The fact that Zul'jin and the noble priests were not found is a regret.
After a careful search, the Forsaken found Zul'jin's Secret Passage and learned that Zul'jin had escaped by boat.
Zul'jin's escape destination was undoubtedly Zandalar, but Sylvanas was unconcerned and sent an envoy to the Zandalari Empire to negotiate with the Zandalar King.
"God-King Rastakhan of Zandalar, is nothing but an Imp. I forced him to cut off Zul'jin's head and personally apologize to me. I hope he will refuse, thus giving me a reason to wage war. I will surely turn the Zandalari Empire into a realm of the Undead, and those poor Loa will all die a miserable death."
Zul'Aman, the capital of the ancient Amani Empire, accumulated immense Wealth.
Just as Sylvanas was rejoicing over her gains, a bucket of cold water was quickly poured over her head. Sentinels brought news of their findings, and after reading it, Sylvanas frowned slightly and said to Antonidas:
"The Alliance is rebuilding Nethergarde Keep; they want to control the Dark Portal."
Upon hearing this, Antonidas sighed with regret, lamenting, "Alas, how could we not have thought of this? This is tantamount to holding our lifeline in check; how will the Iron Horde's army enter Azeroth?"
Sylvanas stood up and said meaningfully:
"Yes, the Iron Horde has crossed the Dark Portal, using the Blasted Lands as their base, and is attacking Kingdom of Stormwind. With Undercity simultaneously sending troops to support them, the Alliance will inevitably be surrounded."
Antonidas scratched his head, uncertainly saying, "Perhaps there's still a way to salvage the situation."
Sylvanas frowned. "The Blasted Lands are too far from here; sending troops there is too late. Not bad, the Alliance has learned to take the initiative. This kind of opponent is more interesting. Luckily, I had already prepared a pawn."
"Blue Dragonflight."
Sylvanas grinned Evil.
Shadowmoon Valley, Starfall Outpost.
Lately, Khadgar has been in a very bad mood, often sitting by the window lost in thought. The beautiful scenery of Shadowmoon Valley only makes him feel more sorrowful.
Cordana Felsong understood Khadgar's sorrow. Why did Khadgar risk entering Draenor? Wasn't it to defeat the Iron Horde? And if he could gain control of this Invincible Legion, all the better.
With Sylvanas taking control of the Iron Horde, Khadgar found himself in an awkward position, becoming superfluous.
Upon seeing Khadgar in a bad mood, Cordana Felsong considerately offered him a glass of fruit wine.
Khadgar sipped his warm fruit wine, feeling a surge of relief. He sighed and asked, "Cordana, why do you protect me? Look at me, I'm just a useless person, a good-for-nothing who can't do anything right."
"Archmage Khadgar, do you know what I need?" The Watchers's mask concealed Cordana's face, but her voice was filled with sorrow:
"I have been unable to complete that task, so I must seek external assistance. You are one of the most renowned Archmage of our time, and I hope to receive your help."
Khadgar gave a wry smile, "You still haven't forgotten Illidan."