In Blackrock Depths, Emperor Thaurissan, now Elemental Lords, cautiously observed the serpent-like shadow in Jaina's hand. He knew it was the Spellstealer Wyrm, imbued with the power of the Old Gods.
At the same time, Jaina's appearance changed drastically. A dense dark power enveloped Jaina, and her body rapidly expanded, her muscles bulged, and she became as strong as Gronn. Her body was covered with terrifying eyes, all staring at Emperor Thaurissan, and her tentacles swayed.
If you look closely, you'll see that Jaina is bound by two distinct dark forces, yet they blend together beautifully.
Emperor Thaurissan shouted excitedly:
"The Power of the Old Gods, the power of C'Thun and Yogg-Saron fused together—what a magnificent miracle! Truly a masterpiece of the Guardian Medivh."
Jaina's beautiful face vanished, replaced by the Faceless Ones covered in tentacles. She asked in surprise, "You actually know my background?"
Thaurissan chuckled. "I'm very good friends with Archbishop Benedictus of Stormwind City. He told me everything. Jaina, do you think I really like you? You're wrong. What I want is the Power of the Old Gods. That power belongs to me."
"Benedictus, I will settle this score with you!" Jaina gritted her teeth in hatred, then Pride asked, "Foolish Thaurissan, do you intend to use the power of Elemental Lords to fight against the Old Gods?"
The Elemental Lords of Thaurissan wore a smug smile.
"Jaina, you're wrong again. Knowing your background, I made the necessary preparations long ago. We Dark Iron Dwarves also believe in the Holy Light."
"The power of the Holy Light!" Jaina gasped.
Before Emperor Thaurissan could finish speaking, golden rays of light extended from the crimson walls around them, weaving into a vast net that suddenly enveloped Jaina.
This was exactly the method Benedictus used against Jaina back then: the intense Power of the Holy Light bound Jaina tightly. Although Jaina's Old Gods power had improved in recent years, she still couldn't withstand this powerful Holy Light.
The golden ropes formed a large net that kept shrinking, tightly binding Jaina. After the Power of the Holy Light collided with the power of the Old Gods, plumes of black smoke rose up, and Jaina showed a look of pain.
Jaina, give up!
Emperor Thaurissan opened his arms and proclaimed:
"Behind these walls Dark Iron-forged gather all the elite Paladins of the Dark Iron Dwarves. Even so, I am still not at ease, so I have also invited a group of High-ranking Paladins from Ironforge. With the black iron walls protecting them, they are unaware of the Evil they face, and your reputation will not be affected. Become my queen, Jaina, everything you have belongs to me."
"Thaurissan, you won't get away with this! Aren't you afraid of the Guardian Medivh?" Jaina shouted angrily, unable to break free of the net of Holy Light.
Emperor Thaurissan laughed heartily, a murderous aura emanating from his face:
"This is revenge against Medivh. Ragnaros was my friend, yet he was falsely accused of being the Destroyer of the Destroyer. I have long seen through this world; without power, you will be at the mercy of others. That is why I desperately need the Power of the Old Gods."
The golden net of Holy Light grew stronger and stronger, Jaina's massive body gradually began to break apart. The power of the Holy Light caused her unbearable pain, and she couldn't help but let out a wail.
"Jaina, what are you waiting for? Last time, Windsor helped you summon the Sea's Sovereignty. This is Blackrock Depths, my territory. How can you escape my grasp?"
As the power of the Old Gods continued to diminish, Jaina's Faceless Ones Manifestation could no longer be maintained. She gasped for breath, a strange smile playing on her lips.
"Emperor Thaurissan, I admit you are an extremely dangerous individual. Fortunately, the Guardian Medivh made preparations against you a long time ago."
"What setup?" Thaurissan was slightly taken aback.
Just then, the golden net of Holy Light binding Jaina disappeared, and Thaurissan clearly sensed that the Paladins behind the black iron wall had left their posts.
In Blackrock Depths, who else holds such authority? Thaurissan reluctantly uttered a familiar name. "Moira Bronzebeard."
Freed from her restraints, Jaina, surrounded by two black auras, transformed into a monster covered in tentacles and eyes. Several of the thickest tentacles extended out, firmly gripping the limbs of Thaurissan's avatar. Jaina laughed wildly:
"How can there be so many coincidences in the world? This damned love at first sight! The mighty Emperor Thaurissan is actually a fool who believes in love."
The Elemental Lords's body was no match for the power of the two Old Gods, and its massive form gradually collapsed. At the same time, the black iron gate burst open, Moira Bronzebeard, the Dwarf princess with a bloated body, walked in without saying a word, her lips pursed.
"No, no, Moira, tell me, none of this is true!" Emperor Thaurissan pleaded, looking at Moira with pleading eyes, hoping to get the answer he wanted, even if it was just a lie.
Moira gave a mocking smile and said viciously:
"I've suffered terribly in Blackrock Depths all these years, and you think it's because of love? Foolish. I've lived a life of luxury in Ironforge, enjoying myself immensely. If it weren't for saving Azeroth, why would I be living with a fool like you? All glory belongs to the Guardian Medivh."
"You!"
Thaurissan pointed at Moira with difficulty, unable to speak. Jaina's tentacles continued to destroy the Elemental Lords's body, and Thaurissan's avatar finally collapsed, his real body falling from the sky.
Moira approached the dying Thaurissan and whispered in his ear, "I'll tell you a secret: the child's father isn't you."
Overwhelmed with rage, Thaurissan finally lost consciousness.
A tentacle reached out, about to end Thaurissan's life, Moira quickly stepped in front of it. Jaina asked in surprise, "Why are you stopping me? Don't tell me you actually have feelings for each other."
Moira chuckled and said, "Jaina, you know me, but if Thaurissan dies in Blackrock Depths, I can't say for sure. We need to come up with a foolproof plan."
Jaina retracted her tentacles, the Power of the Old Gods slowly fading. Having returned to human form, Jaina summoned a set of clothes to change into. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she gritted her teeth, saying:
"I thought rescuing Windsor would be easy, so I didn't want to bother you and risk exposing you prematurely. I never expected to be caught in a conspiracy and betrayed, almost ruining everything. Moira, my best friend, how is Marshal Windsor doing these days?"
Moira led the way, smiling slightly, and said, "As you wished, thanks to my secret arrangements, Windsor has successfully mastered the Dark Illusion Magic."
In the cold, gloomy prison, Marshal Windsor, dressed in plain clothes, leaned against the corner of the wall, muttering to himself as if possessed, seemingly chanting some kind of magical incantation.
"This is the result of my tireless supervision, haha. He's not in a great mental state, a bit delirious, but it's alright." Moira said boastfully, "My best friend Jaina, I'll show you my results right away."
A Dark Iron Dwarves jailer opened the cell door, Marshal Windsor chanted incantations. The Dark Iron Dwarves instantly transformed into a black Dragonkin.