As an Archmage who has lived for three thousand years, Meryl Winterstorm is very proud and maintains his dignity in his own way. Even the Guardian Aegwynn cannot figure out his true nature.
Jaina's eyes were filled with admiration for this mysterious Archmage. Aegwynn had asked Meryl to come out of seclusion and destroy the Lich King more than once, but he had refused for various reasons each time.
"Master Meryl, my mentor has told me more than once that if I encounter any problems in magic, I should consult you. Your profound knowledge far surpasses that of any Guardian."
Meryl smiled gently and waved his hand, saying:
"Seeing you reminds me of my youth, when I was just as spirited as you. Three thousand years have passed, and I've weathered countless storms. I've become indifferent to everything. Only wondrous magic remains my sole pursuit. You have considerable talent and are willing to put in the effort. Your magical level has already reached mine at age twelve, which is truly remarkable."
Jaina was almost thirty years old at this time, and she couldn't help but sigh at the brevity of life and marvel at the terror of Meryl. The master led the way and they entered a Legion fortress.
Jaina knew the matter was urgent and dared not delay, so she was about to explain her purpose when Master Meryl raised his right hand, "Wait, don't speak yet, let me calculate why you have come."
Master Meryl squinted, muttering incantations. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes. "So that's how it is. You came for the King of Stormwind City. It's a pity he was eaten by the Orcs. Your purpose is to ask me to resurrect him, isn't it?"
Jaina was greatly surprised. She had not told anyone about this, and immediately teleported to the Winterstorm Academy to ask Master Meryl for help. Meryl quickly calculated the truth, a power that was beyond comprehension.
"Master, you are truly a divine being," Jaina exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.
Meryl waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's just Great Prophecy. Once mastered, it can predict the past five hundred years and the future a thousand years. It's insignificant."
Jaina's admiration grew even stronger, and she quickly said:
"Master, the Lich King Arthas is eyeing Orgrimmar with hostility. Azeroth is in grave danger. Only by uniting the Alliance and the Horde can the great Orcs be saved. We beg you, Master, to lend a helping hand and resurrect King Varian."
A glint flashed in Meryl's ashen eyes, and he sighed softly, "This is a piece of cake for me. The Lich King Arthas, having only scratched the surface, can only turn the dead into Undead creatures, but I have a way to completely resurrect the dead, making them exactly the same as they were in life. However..."
"But what?" Jaina asked anxiously.
Meryl's expression grew increasingly inscrutable. "Everything in this world is preordained. King Varian was destined for this calamity. We can glimpse the future, but we cannot force it. Jaina, everything depends on your own efforts. If I intervene, unpredictable and terrible things will happen—at best, the Azeroth will be destroyed; at worst, the entire universe will perish. This involves the fundamental components of power, which are profound and complex. If you are still alive a thousand years from now, I will explain it to you."
Jaina, who trusted Meryl implicitly, panicked. "Master, I only have a superficial understanding of resurrection abilities. How can I bring King Varian back to life? Please show me the way."
Meryl deliberately feigned difficulty, remained silent for a long while, and then sighed:
"Fine, fine. Who told you to be Aegwynn's disciple? Aegwynn's master was my junior, and he became Guardian only after receiving my guidance. This matter is of utmost importance; even offering me mere guidance is defying fate. Fortunately, I can bear the price. Jaina, listen carefully: if you wish to resurrect King Varian, you must plead with the Elune."
Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying Lightning struck from the sky, piercing through the magnificent Legion building and hitting Meryl directly on the head. Meryl coughed up blood, his face deathly pale, and cried out:
"Jaina, run! This is the punishment for revealing heavenly secrets. The Thunder that follows will be even more terrifying. If you don't leave, you will be implicated, and you can't withstand it."
Jaina was terrified and used teleportation spells repeatedly to escape the Legion's stronghold. There she saw a terrifying dark cloud in the sky, as black as ink, like a huge city hanging overhead.
Lightning, as thick as buckets, snaked like venomous snakes, densely packed, all striking the Legion's ramparts.
The towering Legion fortress collapsed into ruins, but the Lightning continued its relentless roar for half an hour before finally ceasing. Jaina waited anxiously, and soon a Dreadlord approached and bowed to Jaina.
"Master Meryl is safe and sound, please return."
Jaina bowed deeply, tears welling in her eyes, and left Eastwind Academy.
Beneath the ruins lay a hidden basement, where the unharmed Meryl sat comfortably in a recliner, leisurely, with a tall Mogu wearing a crown standing beside her.
Upon receiving news of Jaina's departure, Meryl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Guardian Aegwynn has tested my strength more than once. Jaina learned bestiality from the Orcs; if my disguise isn't skillful enough, she'll devour me completely."
Robbie noticed everything about Meryl's performance.
As the saying goes, ambition knows no age. Although she has lived for over three thousand years, according to Robbie's assessment, Meryl East Wind's true strength is only slightly stronger than Jaina's.
If Jaina uses her Old Gods form, it's hard to say who would be stronger.
The cunning and shrewd Meryl intimidated Jaina with her imposing presence and cunning, creating the image of a highly skilled reclusive master—a skill far more profound than magic.
Robbie's series of plans were designed to get Jaina to find a way to resurrect the King. Although there were some minor setbacks, it was pretty much as Robbie had predicted, and in the end, they still had to rely on the power of Elune.
If Elune, were to demonstrate her resurrection power even once, the Scourge would be able to learn it. Robbie secretly followed Jaina, hoping everything would go smoothly.
The best option to seek help from Elune, is to contact Tyrande, the Priestess of the Moon.
But at Mount Hyjal, Jaina had cunningly manipulated Malfurion to destroy the Horn of Nordrassil, and now Jaina felt uneasy about seeing the couple again.
To avoid an awkward situation, Jaina chose Moonglade.
Nestled amidst towering mountains, Moonglade is a mysterious and peaceful land in Azeroth, protected by the power of the Moon Goddess and untouched by the Corruption of the Legion. Even during the Battle of Mount Hyjal, when the Burning Legion was at its most rampant, Archimonde maintained a deep reverence for Moonglade.
Battle of Mount Hyjal, Remulos became the leader of Moonglade. He was a half-man, half-stag Guardian of the forest who claimed to be the son of Cenarius.
Jaina had just teleported to Moonglade when Remulos, covered in dew, galloped towards her with a displeased expression.
"Moonglade is a peaceful and sacred place. You, like those filthy Orcs, are covered in the stench of blood. Moonglade does not welcome you."
Jaina was already prepared to deal with the Druids of Moonglade. She gave them a mocking look. "Even Cenarius wouldn't dare speak to me like that. If you don't want to become Thrall's dinner, you'd better behave yourself. I don't want your blood stained Moonglade."