Twenty-four years into the Dark Portal.
Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor and the remaining high-ranking members of Dalaran used magic to shroud the ruins of Dalaran and begin the work of rebuilding Dalaran.
Rhonin, the most renowned of the surviving Archmages of Dalaran, immediately recognized this as a golden opportunity. He was eager to participate and quickly gained the upper hand.
Dalaran was busy with reconstruction work, it unexpectedly received help from Jaina.
Although Jaina was busy running around trying to ensure the safety of Theramore, Rhonin still felt a sense of warmth even though she only spent a limited amount of energy helping Dalaran.
Jaina displayed stunning feminine charm; her every smile and gesture, her graceful figure, captivated Rhonin.
Rhonin's wife, Vereesa, was a High Elf and one of the renowned Windrunner Sisters. In both appearance and temperament, she far surpassed Jaina.
Not to mention her gentle nature and exceptionally strong heart, which Jaina could never match.
But humans are always prone to boredom.
Especially after Vereesa became pregnant, her personality became somewhat awkward. For example, she would often complain about Rhonin for no reason, occasionally fall into gloom, and often sit by the window in a daze.
Although he was a knowledgeable Archmage, Rhonin was unaware that this was simply a normal physiological reaction caused by hormonal changes in a woman's body after she became pregnant.
Rhonin couldn't understand Vereesa's change; he felt Vereesa wasn't as cute anymore.
Just then, Jaina inadvertently entered Rhonin's life. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it stirred up Rhonin's heart. He realized that what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't control the love welling up from the depths of his heart.
Many times, Rhonin would secretly lament how wonderful it would be if his partner were Jaina.
So when Jaina used the excuse of being busy in Theramore to ask for Rhonin's help, he agreed without hesitation.
Rhonin wrote a letter to Medivh, explaining his willingness to take Jaina's place and undertake all the tasks.
Medivh agreed.
When the mission was assigned, Rhonin realized it was an extremely dangerous mission, almost a death sentence. It required him to enter Azshara ten thousand years ago and find a way to obtain Azshara's spellbook before the Sundering.
How can a time-traveling mission be considered busy?
But Rhonin didn't regret it. Although he also suspected that Jaina was using some kind of mysterious magic to attract him, he was happy to do it and was willing to Consecration everything for Jaina.
"Even though we can't be together, let me do some things for you," Rhonin comforted himself.
Ten thousand years ago, at the Well of Eternity, during the reign of Queen Azshara, before the Sundering.
It was a mysterious history, although this world has long-lived creatures, such as Dragonkin, Night Elf race, Tyrande, Malfurion and many other Night Elves have experienced that distant history.
However, Rhonin was very clear that witnesses to history, due to their own interests, might not be willing to present the true face of history to future generations. They interpret history from their own perspectives, which inevitably brings subjective biases.
That is, it's fiction.
No one knows what the real history is like. Judging from Rhonin's experience, the further back in time, the greater the discrepancy between the historical truth and the records.
Ten thousand years is enough time to forget many things, and historical records have no reference value.
Before setting off, Rhonin made an excuse to say goodbye to Vereesa.
Vereesa, her belly high and round, wore a gentle smile; she was carrying twins, and Rhonin was about to become a father.
For a fleeting moment, Rhonin regretted it. With a wife like that, why should he risk his life for another woman?
But soon, Jaina's enigmatic charm, her beautiful face, and a fleeting, hazy smile flashed through Rhonin's mind, Rhonin abandoned his pregnant wife and left his warm home.
Krasus was very familiar with the Rhonin; they were very good friends.
Even so, Krasus was still very reluctant to let Rhonin ride on his back. Rhonin was sensitive to the fact that Krasus was a little weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious injury. He guessed what was going on and wisely did not ask any more questions.
The Dragon flapped its wings powerfully, creating gusts of Gale as it slowly rose into the air. Rhonin looked down and saw his wife Vereesa, waving goodbye, her figure growing smaller and smaller.
In an instant, Rhonin's inner tenderness was touched, his eyes welled up with tears, filled with longing for his wife and children. He closed his eyes tightly, silently blaming himself:
"Rhonin, you Rhonin, you'll be played to death by Jaina sooner or later."
That night, Krasus flew to Kalimdor with Rhonin.
They stopped to eat something together, Rhonin guessed that Krasus was going to take him to Nozdormu, because only this most mysterious Bronze Dragon Aspect could send them ten thousand years.
Is it just an adventure with only one person and one dragon? Rhonin felt somewhat outnumbered.
Kalimdor, on a towering mountain.
Rhonin saw his third teammate and almost immediately flew into a rage.
It was a strong Orcs, carrying a sharp Battle Axe, his eyes bloodshot, nonchalantly exhaling Demons breath, sizing up Rhonin and Krasus with great rudeness.
In Azeroth, no human doesn't hate the Orcs. On the ruins of Lordaeron, the blood has not yet dried. The tragedy of Silvermoon City, the destruction of Dalaran— the Orcs achieved victory after victory, and they were smug and triumphant.
Unfortunately, Rhonin was helpless in this regard. It seemed that all the forces in Azeroth were on the side of the Orcs. Although Medivh was partly responsible, Rhonin had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Take the Dragon race, for example. If the Five Dragonflights were to unite, Deathwing alone would be enough to fight Medivh.
The real reality is that Dragonkin would rather be eaten by Orcs.
Rhonin couldn't understand it; he had a vague feeling that there was a bigger secret hidden behind it.
The Orcs Broxigar Saurfang shouldered his Battle Axe, his attitude extremely arrogant, and said rather rudely:
"Listen, you are not worthy to stand on equal footing with a noble Orcs. Red Dragon, you are merely a mount, livestock, and rations to be eaten at any time. And you, weak human mage, I expect you to become a good Servant. Don't even think about resisting, or you will only die. I will tear you apart and eat you in the cruelest way."
Rhonin was almost furious, but when he saw Krasus immediately nod in agreement, kneel humbly on the ground, and utter words of obedience, willing to be reduced to livestock, Rhonin realized that things were not so simple.
Rhonin sensed the Legion's power emanating from this young Orcs —a terrifying Demons force.
"A powerful Orcs, with strength disproportionate to his age. He's a monster, his body burning with Fel energy. He could easily tear me apart; even Krasus and I combined are no match for him."
Luo Bing's insight was incredibly sharp; he quickly grasped the situation. Broxigar Saurfang Orcs was the main force of this adventure, while he himself was just a lackey. Of course, Krasus was in an even worse situation, which gave Rhonin a sense of relief.
"Jaina, no wonder you didn't want to participate in this mission."
Rhonin was filled with bitterness; he deeply regretted his irrationality and falling for Jaina's honey trap.
A human, a beast, and a dragon entered the Maelstrom deep within the cave, a Portal that Nozdormu had prepared long ago, leading to the era of Queen Azshara ten thousand years ago.