Undercity.
The Blightcaller clutched the crystal ball containing King Varian's soul, his expression exaggerated as he vividly described how hard he had worked to obtain this precious soul.
Sylvanas listened silently, while Varimathras, the Dreadlord, flapped his wings, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Antonidas with amusement.
In the description of the Blightcaller, all the credit goes to him, while Antonidas plays only a minor role and almost makes a big mistake because of his greed and recklessness.
Antonidas didn't care about this. He already knew who the Blightcaller was. Sylvanas hoped to use this incident to promote the Blightcaller, which was within his expectations. He was happy to do this favor.
Sylvanas took the crystal ball, looked at the bewildered soul inside, and asked with a smile:
"Nathanos, how can this soul be of any use?"
The Blightcaller was expecting praise from the Queen, was instead faced with a problem. The Blightcaller was a competent lackey, but he lacked his own opinions and was at a loss, his eyes darting around.
Sylvanas was aware of the abilities of the Blightcaller —a mindless tool—so she wasn't angry and turned to Antonidas for his opinion.
Antonidas quickly replied, "Doing nothing is the greatest use."
Sylvanas raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised; this was not the answer she had expected. She quickly asked, "What do you mean?"
Antonidas slowly said, "Thrall attempted to control Kingdom of Stormwind through Jaina, creating a fake King Varian. My student wasn't shrewd enough; her actions were too drastic. I heard that the fake King met with an accident."
Sylvanas nodded; she had heard about this before.
Antonidas said slowly, "Jaina will definitely create another fake King Varian. Once we control this soul, we'll have leverage over her."
Sylvanas frowned, her eyes gleaming with greed:
"This is too unfair to us. Thrall and Jaina will reap the greatest benefits, leaving us only scraps. Since the King of Stormwind City is in our hands, why don't we support him to the throne? With the King of Stormwind City becoming a puppet of the Forsaken, we will seize the initiative."
Antonidas gave the Queen a deep look; her ambition was immense, which he had expected. Antonidas cautiously stated his opinion:
"Your Majesty, we have the ability to turn King Varian into Forsaken, but a dead man cannot become the King of Stormwind City, much less deceive the higher- Stormwind City. Duke Bolvar is a Paladin, Archbishop Benedictus is an extremely powerful Priest; no Undead can escape their notice."
Sylvanas's eyes gleamed. "Undead cannot become the King of Stormwind City, but a living person can."
Sylvanas had long grown weary of her putrid Undead Body and dreamed of rebirth, but her wish had not been fulfilled. Antonidas looked puzzled.
"But we can't do that; it's beyond the known scope of magic."
The Blightcaller saw an opportunity and shouted, "Antonidas, the Queen's orders are to be obeyed, not questioned!"
Antonidas didn't argue, his expression conflicted, only muttering to himself, "It's impossible."
"Hehe!"
Varimathras let out a sinister laugh, his eyes gleaming with cunning:
"Cunning Sylvanas, you wouldn't be hoping to beg the Legion for help, would you? Resurrecting King Varian will naturally grant you rebirth as well."
Sylvanas nodded. "I do indeed intend to. The Legion has long coveted the Azeroth. You should understand the importance of controlling the leader of the Alliance, the King of Stormwind City."
Varimathras shook his head:
"I'm sorry, but Legion can do is make him Demons with Fel power. Demons cannot become the King of Stormwind City, nor can he hold the position of leader of the Forsaken, unless you replace Thrall as the leader of the Horde and bring the Horde completely into the Legion's embrace."
Sylvanas's expression was a mixture of despair and loss when Varimathras suddenly said:
"I received information that Jaina, in order to resurrect the fake Varian, went to the Eastwind Academy to see Master Meryl, who pointed her in the right direction."
Sylvanas's hope rekindled, and she asked eagerly, "What did Master Meryl say?"
Varimathras flapped his wings and said:
"Meryl's guidance came from Elune. Jaina once traveled to Moonglade for this, but she seems to have given up and is now focused on cultivating a fake Varian."
Jaina gave up for some reason, but Sylvanas would never give up. She prayed to Elune, and she could do the same, but she concealed it well, her expression calm.
Varimathras, unaware of Sylvanas's thoughts, immediately offered a suggestion. "I've heard that the fake Varian was originally a member of the House Wrynn. If Jaina knew that the real Varian's soul was in our hands, guess what she would do?"
Sylvanas immediately understood. "Can you guarantee that everything is under control?"
Varimathras chuckled, "Dreadlords have special channels for exchanging information. Jaina's every move is under my watchful eye; everything is under control."
Theramore.
Feeling the warm sea breeze, Jaina was in a good mood on the deck chair. The Blue Dragonflight Kalecgos come again, telling Jaina about his experiences and doing everything he could to please her.
Jaina remained impassive, her expression cold, but inwardly she was delighted; she enjoyed this kind of flattery.
Things were progressing smoothly. The Peace Dove found a young nobleman from a fallen noble family who was familiar with Stormwind City's high society and bore a resemblance to King Varian.
Aegwynn displayed superb skill, using a combination of magic and blades to make several cuts on the nobleman's face, making him look exactly like the real King Varian, enough to fool anyone.
Next, she needed to memorize some royal secrets. Jaina knew very little about the secrets of the House Wrynn, only a little more than the average noble, so she would have to improvise a lot.
Although the Black Dragon Princess had left Stormwind City, Duke Bolvar and Archbishop Benedictus were both terrifyingly shrewd, forcing Jaina to be cautious and ensure she didn't leave any openings.
The noble scion stood before Jaina. After days of tutelage, he now possessed a regal air, but unfortunately, his physique was too slender, which worried Jaina somewhat.
A guard brought a letter, Jaina frowned after reading it. If Kalecgos hadn't been there, forcing her to maintain her ladylike demeanor, Jaina would have already flew into a rage.
"Kalec!" Jaina pointed at the nobleman in front of her. "Eat him!"
Kalecgos looked puzzled. He knew this was a crucial moment to win Jaina's favor. To win a woman's favor, the first thing is trust, which means unquestioning obedience.
Kalecgos transformed into Dragon, swallowed the nobleman whole, and chewed it greedily.
Jaina was satisfied with Kalecgos's performance and said expressionlessly:
"This guy is useless now. Sylvanas has obtained Varian's soul and is doing everything she can to resurrect him. We must act first."