The monster showed no surprise, seemingly anticipating Rhonin's answer, and as if it had read Rhonin's memories, it increased its stakes:
"Rhonin, if you eat this flesh, you will not only become the leader of Dalaran, but also rule over the Seven Human Kingdoms. Add to that the Orcs of Orgrimmar, and your power will reach its zenith. You will undoubtedly be the Overlord of Azeroth, a glory even greater than that of Emperor Thoradin. You have saved the Tauren, the Pandaren of Pandaria, the Zandalari Trolls, and the Kul Tiras, sparing them from the Orcs' ravages. You will be the greatest hero in Azeroth's history. As intelligent as you are, you should not refuse this glory."
Rhonin Ning was so frightened that he was sweating profusely and almost fainted, but he still refused in a low voice, "I can't."
"Do you know what you're rejecting?" the monster said unsurprised. "You had the chance to save the world, yet you let it slip away."
Rhonin stubbornly shook his head, even though his body was too weak to support him and he could collapse at any moment.
"Just as I thought!" The monster continued tearing at Thrall's flesh, making sure Thrall didn't pass out. To it, listening to Thrall's screams was a source of amusement. "Ever since Medivh opened the Dark Portal, the beings of Azeroth have been dominated by one emotion: fear, cowardice, and a willingness to become pawns, beyond redemption. I had hope for you, but alas, you have greatly disappointed me."
Rhonin remained silent with his head down, a hint of regret in his eyes, feeling that he had missed something.
At this moment, Thrall was nothing but a skeleton below his head. The monster threw Thrall aside and finally allowed him to fall unconscious.
A Dreadlord appeared behind the monster, looking at him nervously.
The monster waved its hand, pointed at Thrall's head, and said, "Send Thrall to Argus Planet and repair him using the Legion Forge. Don't let him die."
The Dreadlord hurriedly cradled Thrall's head, carefully using magic to sustain his life.
The monster's actions were not out of mere boredom, but rather carried a deeper meaning.
After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Thrall's reputation as the Savior was at its zenith, and the Orcs were at their peak of power compared to the other races of Azeroth.
Thrall originally had a complete plan to unify the various races of Azeroth through a series of means such as coercion, enticement, war, and annexation. The Orcs at this moment were fully capable of doing so.
However, Thrall was reduced to only his head, which had to be sent back to the Burning Legion's forge for repair. At that time, Azeroth did not have Legion Forge, meaning he could only be sent back to Argus Planet.
This back-and-forth took more than a month. The Orcs lost their Warchief and could only remain inactive, thus losing their most valuable opportunity.
The monster firmly believed that Azeroth belonged to them and that they would not allow the Orcs to interfere.
When Thrall returned from the Legion, Kingdom of Stormwind formed an alliance with the Dwarves, Gnomes, and Night Elves. The Orcs missed their best opportunity and could only enslave the Tauren and Trolls. Together with Sylvanas's Forsaken, they formed the Horde to fight against the Alliance.
Rhonin's refusal was within the monster's expectations, so it didn't anger the monster. However, the monster's attitude quickly turned authoritative, and it spoke in a commanding tone:
"Rhonin, I need to use the magic of Dalaran to cast a powerful spell. Lead the way immediately." The monster then looked at Jaina, who was prostrate on the ground beside him. "A clever woman, but you can't fool me. I know you are Medivh's subordinate. Get up and take us to Dalaran."
Jaina quickly stood up, flashing what she thought was her most perfect smile, but the monster remained unmoved, its expression indifferent.
A Portal opened, its destination the ruins of Dalaran. Monsters entered first, followed by Rhonin. Jaina whispered, "Rhonin, why did you refuse this contract?"
Instead of answering directly, Rhonin countered, "Jaina, the Orcs killed your elder brother back then. You were already an adult in Dalaran. Why have you forgotten your brother's death and instead emphasized that Orcs are a benevolent and kind race? Don't you harbor any hatred in your heart?"
Jaina rolled her eyes at Rhonin: "I have my reasons."
"I have my reasons," Rhonin replied. "I had the chance to save Dalaran then, but unfortunately, I made the wrong choice."
Rhonin sighed painfully, shook his head, and said nothing more.
Jaina was also aware of that period of history and gradually came to understand Rhonin's predicament.
Dalaran.
The monster flew Anjing in the air, gazing at the ruins of Dalaran. This place was indeed a magical node, possessing an unusually abundant magical power.
Because of the excessive use of magic, the space here is extremely fragile. The monster raised its head, and countless Spatial Rifts appeared in its eyes, leading to many corners of the universe.
By utilizing the rifts within, it was possible to make contact with the Argus Planet, and the monster quickly found a suitable rift.
The monster sent a signal to the rift, and soon it felt a surge of power—a response from the Burning Legion, Legion were willing to fulfill their promise and provide a massive amount of magical power.
The power of the Azeroth Ley Line, combined with the power of the Legion, is terrifying.
"Magic can create miracles; the power of nature is hidden within magic. As long as you can grasp its principles, the entire world can be at your disposal."
The monster spoke to Jaina and Rhonin in a lecturing tone, then raised his voice:
"Archimonde destroyed Dalaran, and now I will bring Dalaran to life."
What?! Dalaran reborn?! Rhonin's eyes widened, and Jaina's beautiful eyes showed disbelief.
They all knew how difficult it would be to rebuild Dalaran. It would require the guidance of hundreds of mages, plus the hard work of thousands of laborers over decades. After all, mages were not qualified to do jobs like bricklaying.
The monster cast spells with both hands in rapid succession, as if time and space were reversed, and the scene of Dalaran in the past appeared before the three.
The magnificent Violet Citadel, with its towering spires, brought back memories of the past. Although it was just an illusion, both Rhonin and Jaina couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
The monster stared silently for a long time, then shook its head and said, "It's too rudimentary. You don't understand art at all. I will rebuild Dalaran according to my own will. Dalaran was conquered several times before because it was just a city on the ground. I want Dalaran float in the air and be able to teleport."
Rhonin was taken aback. Throughout Dalaran's history, the construction of Floating Cities had been a subject of ongoing discussion, as many technical challenges remained unresolved and the concept remained just that—a concept.
"Lord Illidan, we are not capable of building a Floating City," Rhonin said as tactfully as possible. Building a Floating City would likely take hundreds of years.
The monster chuckled, "What mortals strive for over a century is but a fleeting moment in my eyes. Step back, and I will show you how Dalaran will be reborn."
Jaina and Rhonin both knew that Illidan's power was quite terrifying, but they didn't believe he could create Dalaran.
The monster closed its eyes, seemingly plotting something. Suddenly, it opened its eyes wide, and powerful magical energy gathered in the sky, forming a terrifying dark cloud, accompanied by lightning and thunder, as if the end of the world had arrived.
The monster pointed at the land of Dalaran and roared, "Earth, obey my command, fly!"