"My dear, why did you come up with the idea of going to Outland?" Kael'thas asked with concern.
Vashj's pretty face showed confusion.
When not in combat, the Naga race are exceptionally beautiful and have stunning figures, with Vashj being the most outstanding among them; otherwise, she wouldn't have won Kael'thas's admiration.
"Kael'thas, we serve the Queen beneath the waves, and for ten thousand years, strange whispers have echoed in our ears, troubling us from the depths of our souls. For example, I always feel that there is another me, and the one before you is merely an incomplete clone."
Vashj showed a sad expression, looking pitiful.
Kael'thas gently comforted him, "No, my dear, you are the only one in my heart."
Vashj did not feel comforted; the torment of ten thousand years had long become a deep-seated worry. She frowned and said:
"This sound only disappears on the night of the full moon. The Queen believes we are incomplete beings, our true personalities deeply buried, Pain Suppression by the Elune, which prevents us from recognizing ourselves. Perhaps in Outland, free from Elune's influence, we can uncover the truth."
Kael'thas grasped Vashj's hand, his eyes sparkling:
"I will always be by your side. Illidan is now alone and needs our help. In Outland, we will surely be able to make a name for ourselves."
Kael'thas also had other plans in mind. The Blood Elves were determined to take revenge on the Orcs. But now the Orcs were at the height of their power, and everyone believed that the Orcs had saved Azeroth. Under these circumstances, it would be better for the Blood Elves to avoid their sharp edge, hide in Outland, and quietly develop their strength while waiting for the right opportunity.
Outland is largely controlled by the Burning Legion, and defeating Magtheridon, the King of Outland, is no easy task. Neither Kael'thas nor Vashj could do it; only Illidan could.
Carl, leading the Blood Elves, and Lady Vashj, leading the Naga, arrived at the Dark Portal, where, as they expected, they found Illidan waiting for them.
The monster calmly gazed at the couple and said in a deep voice, "You helped me fight the Watchers, and I helped you conquer Outland. Can I trust you?"
Kael'thas immediately replied, "Of course, it's a reasonable deal, but..." Kael'thas had some concerns; he didn't want to offend the Night Elf race, after all, Kael'thas believed the Blood Elves were always a member of the Alliance.
The monster understood his thoughts, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:
"I have been in contact with the Watchers for ten thousand years and am very familiar with Watchers weakness: their heavy armor. I have a way to make your victory easy, requiring only a simple spell that won't harm them. After all, I am also a member of the Night Elves."
Having successfully passed through the Dark Portal, Kael'thas and Vashj gazed in astonishment at the sights of Outland: a fiery red sky, the air thick with the smell of burning, barren, desolate, devoid of life, and littered with mangled Corpses.
The hellish scene was terrifying, but at the same time, Kael'thas and Vashj simultaneously felt something binding them within their bodies gradually disappearing, and their power was steadily increasing.
The monster beside him pondered for a moment, then immediately warned, "You must be careful. Your power must be increased step by step, or you will explode and die."
Kael'thas and Vashj quickly ordered their troops to rest on the spot and gradually adapt to the changes in the power within their bodies. Just as they had guessed, in the Azeroth, the Elves were Pain Suppression by the power of the Moon Goddess, and even the Naga, who originated from the Elves, could not escape this Destiny.
The monster flew into the air and looked into the distance, spotting a small group of Orcs. After interrogating them, it quickly obtained its first target.
"Hellfire Citadel is inhabited by a bunch of foolish Orcs. I will make them my slaves." Gazing at the desolate landscape of Outland, the monster's ambition swelled.
Stormwind City Harbor.
Although the weather was fine and the sea was calm, a line of black could be seen where the sky met the sea. Experienced sailors knew that this was a warning sign of an approaching storm.
Most ships sought refuge in the harbor, but for Stormwind Soar, a hybrid of steam and sail, traveling between Northrend and Stormwind City, this level of storm was nothing.
The damp weather was unbearably hot, and Duke Bolvar still felt a chill. He pulled his collar tighter and prepared to board the ship. Unsurprisingly, he saw a familiar face.
"King Varian, must you stop me?" Bolvar sighed softly.
A squad of elite Stormwind City guards blocked Duke Bolvar's path. The young King's pupils widened slightly, filled with a violent aura. Forcibly suppressing his anger, he said in a cold voice:
"Duke Bolvar, I need to speak with you alone."
Inside the cabin of the Stormwind Soar, several Court Mages cast a spell to ensure that the two's conversation would not be overheard by outsiders.
After the Court Mages left, the King's roar echoed in the cabin.
"Bolvar, look at what you've done while I was away! First, you forged an alliance with the foolish Elves, the idiot Humans, and the weak Gnomes. Then you gave my five thousand Orcs to that stupid woman Tyrande. You've personally destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind."
Bolvar was not annoyed, but calmly replied, "King Majesty, I am merely doing what is necessary. The Orcs are sharpening their knives; if we are not prepared, they will surely devour us. For the safety of Kingdom of Stormwind, these are necessary diplomatic measures."
"Damn it, Bolvar, is your brain made of mush? I trusted you so much!"
Varian, his eyes bloodshot and as if possessed, shouted accusations:
"Didn't I tell you? Allying with the Orcs is the only way out. The great Savior Thrall saved the world, and we must maintain the situation under the leadership of the Orcs."
Bolvar shook his head. "Your King, have you forgotten the fall of Stormwind City? Don't trust these rude beasts; they'll only treat us as food. Kingdom of Stormwind cannot become the cowardly Pandaren."
Enraged, Varian grabbed Bolvar by the collar. "Do you know who you're talking to? Guardian Medivh granted House Wrynn the right to rule Kingdom of Stormwind. The people of the kingdom are my private property, and I'd gladly feed them to the Orcs."
Bolvar did not resist, and calmly said:
"Your King, you seem to have overestimated your power. The Kingdom of Stormwind does not belong to you. To put it bluntly, without me, your orders will not leave Stormwind Keep. Let's make a bet: whose orders do your guards obey?"
Varian flew into a rage, drew his sword, and pointed it at Bolvar's throat. "I will kill you now, you traitor who usurped the King's power!"
"I'm sorry, Your King, I am a Paladin of fairly good strength."
Bolvar gripped the sword tip, the sharp blade barely piercing his palm. "And you are merely a second-rate Warrior."
With a slight exertion, the gleaming sword shattered inch by inch. Varian, startled, took a step back and sneered resentfully:
"Haha, Bolvar, you've made a mistake. You shouldn't have negotiated with the Scourge and begged Arthas for protection. Do you know that Medivh dislikes the Scourge the most? You will die an unjust death, just like the arrogant and ignorant Lothar."