An Unexpected Victory

Although Jaina had turned her back, she couldn't help but blush whenever she recalled what she had just seen. A sense of curiosity welled up in her rapidly beating heart. This was the body of Trolls, and it seemed to look no different from the men depicted in the book!

As a noblewoman, Jaina had received extensive education on both genders since childhood. Upon first seeing Zul'ra's male body, she couldn't help but blush and feel her heart race, her mind racing. However, she quickly suppressed these thoughts, because Zul'ra's fate was still unknown!

"Sang La..." Jaina wanted to turn around, but thinking of what she had just seen, she forcibly stopped her movements and called out, hoping to get a response from San La.🍭💜  🐜★

After a long silence, Jaina's cheeks flushed crimson, and she bit her lip slightly. Just as she was about to turn around, Zul'ra's weary voice suddenly came from behind her.

"I'm ready, Jaina. Do you have any clothes?" After hesitating for a moment, Jaina turned around in response to Zul'ra's voice. She looked at Zul'ra, who was kneeling on the ground, and then looked up at the bronze mirror hanging in the sky. She took off the blue silk cloak that was draped over her back and handed it to him.

"By the way, Zul'ra, what do you think about the question I asked you before we came here?" Jaina handed over her cloak, but then suddenly remembered something: Zul'ra had just opened her body to that demon. Was this Zul'ra the real one?

"Could you describe the problem in more detail?" Zul'ra asked Jaina as he took the cloak, not caring about the situation, and wrapped it around his waist. He had talked to Jaina quite a bit on the way here.

"It was when we first met in Stratholme..." Jaina narrowed her beautiful eyes, becoming more alert.

"Didn't we first meet at the Ascetic Monastery? You were invisible back then!" Zul'ra realized Jaina's probing and wariness, and replied with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"Alright!" Jaina looked at the Trolls was both amused and exasperated, and suddenly remembered the awkward time they spent together when they first met. Her face flushed again, and a touch of melancholy and nostalgia welled up in her heart. Back then, Arthas was still with her, and she was just a happy little mage.

Zul'ra covered her body with Jaina's cloak. Using her body as a cage to imprison a demon had exhausted her energy, leaving her feeling completely drained and unwilling to speak. Jaina, meanwhile, was lost in memories of the past. The two remained silent, the air thick with tension.

"Jaina, we need to deal with this place immediately." Finally, Zul'ra was the first to come to her senses. With Jaina's blue cloak wrapped around her waist and her upper body bare, she stood up and called to Jaina.

"Ah! Oh, right, and them too..." Jaina snapped out of her daze and looked at Zul'ra, who was standing up with his cloak around his waist. She found him quite comical, but at the same time, she suddenly remembered that her men were still fighting outside.

"We need to clean this place up first. What were you thinking about just now?" Zul'ra forced herself to stay awake, sensing that Jaina had been lost in thought.

"I'm reminded of Arthas." Jaina's eyes dimmed slightly.

"That's not your fault." Zul'ra patted Jaina's shoulder, then dragged his slightly heavy body toward the giant Gorehowl that had been placed on the ground.

"Jaina, can you help me take a look at this axe? Try to make it smaller for me. This axe is very important to me. I'll deal with Malkazaar." Zul'ra asked Jaina, then looked at Malkazaar's shriveled corpse in the distance; the demon's husk was still there.

"What did you just do?" Jaina felt a little better after receiving Zul'ra's comfort, but as she walked towards Zul'ra, who was heading towards the demon's corpse, she suddenly remembered what had just happened.

"You've been watching all along! I made a bet with him, and obviously, he lost. Of course, I paid a heavy price too. Look." Zul'ra walked to Malkazaar's corpse, reached out and lowered the Sun Mirror, which was hanging in the sky, in front of Jaina, so that she could see the demon looking around in the smooth mirror.

"It's inside? How did it do that?" Jaina stared wide-eyed at the demon in the bronze mirror.

"To be precise, it was its soul inside. It made a bet with me to take over my body, so I locked its soul in the mirror. It paid the price for its arrogance and Recklessness in ignoring my home-field advantage," Zul'ra briefly recounted.

"What about its corpse?" Jaina looked at Malkazaar's withered body. The demon's soul was merely imprisoned; if it couldn't be destroyed, it would immediately resurrect once it regained its body.

"I want to make a sacrifice." Zul'ra narrowed her eyes, offering a demon to the gods—what would the result be?

"A sacrifice, for whom?" Jaina looked at Zul'ra, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Loa, the process might be a bit bloody, so please deal with Gorehowl for me first!" Zul'ra barely mustered her strength, summoned the Forest Sword, and began to dismember Malkazaar's massive body.

Watching Zul'ra dismember the demon with a beam of silver light, Jaina couldn't help but swallow hard, but she forced herself not to look at the situation and instead studied the giant battle axe wielded by the demon. She discovered that the battle axe contained a pure aura of power.

"This thing is called Gorehowl?" Jaina stared wide-eyed at the giant axe, which was even taller than herself, as if it belonged to someone in the Horde.

"Yes, it's the weapon of Orcs, chieftain of the Warsong Clan Grom." Zul'ra nodded.

"Grom? The guy who killed Cenarius and Mannoroth?" Jaina was no stranger to the name Grom. As the chieftain of the Warsong Clan, this Orcs had committed numerous atrocities during the First and Second Wars, and had even killed the forest demigod Cenarius. However, he had also helped the Allied Forces kill Mannoroth, though his true intention was to liberate Orcs orcs from the demons.

"It was him. His life was full of controversy, but he also lived up to the honor of the Orcs with his last breath." Zul'ra used the light of his sword to cut open Malkazaar's skin. There was no more blood in the demon's body, only various body tissues and fluids.

Ignoring her nausea and failing to answer Jaina, Zul'ra swiftly dismantled Malkazaar's limbs and bones, spreading them around with his bodily fluids. She then processed his internal organs in the same way, scattering them in different places. Finally, she connected the elements within the bones, flesh, and organs, constructing a simple earthen altar.

"This is disgusting." Jaina watched Zul'ra's actions, forcing herself to stop watching the scene and turning to study Gorehowl instead.

There was no more at night.