The Secret of the Two Jainas

"Y-you know me?" The Old Orc was startled as well.

"Of course I know you. I know every Orc." White Jaina gritted her teeth. Then she pointed at the Waste Dragon. "And I know that Blue Dragon over there too. Haha, how noble—everything for the greater good, everything for the Horde!"

Seeing the somewhat crazed white-haired woman, Kalecgos inexplicably felt guilty. Saurfang, meanwhile, felt deeply aggrieved—he did not even know her, so why did it feel like he owed her millions?

After venting for a while, White Jaina regained her senses. In any case, on this timeline, Theramore still existed, the Orcs were busy trading blows with the Night Elves, and there were no Forsaken in the Horde—though she had heard Arthas now called himself one of the Forsaken. So she gave everyone present one last deep look, pulled on her hood, and said, "Farewell, everyone." With that, she vanished in a Teleportation Spell.

"Ah, wasn't that Jaina's arcane teleportation? I told you she was Jaina!" The foolish dragon was still thrilled by his discovery, but the two Blue Dragon girls stood frozen in place. Malygosa said blankly, "If that person just now was Jaina, then what is the one in the Mage Tower?"

Stellagosa looked equally bewildered. "What is going on? Are there two Jainas?"

"Two Jainas?" Saurfang was old and shrewd, and he immediately sensed something was wrong. If that white-haired woman had also been Jaina, why had she been filled with such hatred toward the Blue Dragons, him, and the Orcs? He had clearly met her for the first time, and he had only met the Jaina in the Mage Tower once as well. The secret hidden within sent chills down his spine.

"Kael, did you do something to wrong her?" Malygosa hit the nail on the