Akama looked at the slender Kael'thas. The elf prince in fiery red robes was like a blazing flame, and his green pupils showed full confidence.
"Do you need my help?" Akama asked.
Kael'thas smiled confidently, with a cold face, and shook his head slightly.
Akama sighed: "After all, they are from that world, so how can they be your opponents? I really want to know what kind of hatred made you climb out of hell."
Kael'thas's eyes became extremely complicated, his lips trembled slightly, his body moved, and he jumped high from the top of the cliff, looking like a big bird.
With a loud cry, a blazing phoenix appeared at Kael'thas' feet.
Stepping gently on the Phoenix's back, Kael'thas was like a shooting star, his first target being Jaina.
For this woman, Kael'thas's mind was filled with hatred and resentment, and the unforgivable betrayal. The burning phoenix flew across the sky at high speed, catching up with Jaina who was fleeing on the earth.
Jaina cast several flash spells in succession and thought she had successfully escaped from the encirclement. Suddenly she heard movement behind her and was shocked to find Kael'thas falling from the sky.
"Impossible, how are you still alive?" Jaina screamed in shock.
A large amount of flame power condensed, Kael'thas sneered:
"Jaina, I still remember how you betrayed me in Storm Fortress, saying that you would stay and fly with me to build Dalaran in Outland. I actually lost my mind and believed you, a vicious woman, and gave you Storm Fortress.
The key to the back door, you poisoned my food again, attracting a large number of adventurers, and my most trusted tribesmen, my most reliable confidants were ruthlessly massacred."
Jaina hurriedly defended: "Kael'thas, please listen to my explanation."
"Don't worry, woman, you have enough time to explain to me."
Kael'thas danced his ten slender fingers, as if playing a beautiful piano piece, and a rapidly rotating fireball the size of a millstone pounced on Jaina.
While the two parties were talking, Jaina was also brewing a spell. A hemispherical ice shield appeared behind her, trying to block the fireball.
The rotating black vortex of the fireball produced a terrible devouring power, and the ice shield was consumed instantly. Jaina was so frightened that her face turned pale. This was beyond her understanding of magic, and she subconsciously opened the ice barrier.
The fireball stopped above the ice barrier, with countless flame tentacles extending from the center, easily destroying the barrier and binding Jaina tightly like a poisonous snake.
"What kind of terrible magic is this!"
Jaina fell to the ground unable to move, and the magic power in her body was also imprisoned. She could only show her pleading look, looking pitiful. Unfortunately, Kael'thas did not look at her.
Kael'thas' next target is Antonidas.
Seeing that Jaina was captured after just one encounter, Antonidas knew that Kael'thas in front of him was invincible and could only run desperately.
After performing dozens of flash spells in a row, Antonidas suddenly found himself back where he was, with a smiling Kael'thas in front of him.
"Antonidas, the orcs have eaten the mages of Dalaran, and you are working for them."
The fireball like a millstone flew over, and Antonidas only had time to ask: "What did you do to me?" He was captured just like Jaina.
Seeing Kael'thas standing on the back of the phoenix and catching up, Sylvanas, who was running fast, shot dozens of arrows in succession, but they were all swallowed up by the vortex in the center of the fireball.
"Damn it, what kind of monster are you?"
Sylvanas also did not escape the fate of being captured.
When Thrall, the savior, saw Kael'thas chasing after him, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for his life. He smiled flatteringly and said: "Great Prince Kael'thas, orcs and high elves will always be good friends."
Kael'thas hated Thrall the most and asked coldly: "Thall, have you forgotten the night in Silvermoon City? Sylvanas is a cowardly coward, but I will never forget the orcs' treatment of me.
crimes committed by the people."
A large fireball shattered Thrall's body, leaving only his head sealed in ice.
King Varian, Magni Bronzebeard, and Fordring also did not escape Kael'thas' pursuit. Only the envoy escaped with the help of strange abilities, leaving a milky white stream of light on the road to glory.
The returnees of the Dark Temple won a great victory and captured a large amount of materials. The leaders of the Alliance and tribes who fled to the outer lands fell into the hands of Kael'thas and were sent to the gloomy dungeon of the Black Temple.
Orgrimmar.
Vol'jin and Eitrigg were eating a delicious tauren in the chief's tent. Thrall had been missing for some time. Although the two tried their best to conceal it, Orgrimmar was now full of rumors.
It is said that Thrall died in Northrend, and his head was taken off by the Lich King Arthas and hung at the door of Icecrown Citadel.
In order to stabilize the situation and for his own ambitions, Vol'jin realized that he must have a warchief, and this banquet was to win Eitrigg's support.
"Etrigg, you are Thrall's most trusted person. The great savior Thrall has been missing for many days. The orcs must have a leader, and the tribe must have a chief. I recommend you to replace Thrall."
Eitrigg is a smart man, and he knows that his abilities are not enough to control the situation in Orgrimmar. In contrast, the cunning Vol'jin has placed a large number of cronies throughout Orgrimmar.
Although Vol'jin looked sincere, Eitrigg knew that it was just a disguise. If he agreed, he would probably die on the spot immediately, so he hurriedly said humbly:
"Lord Vol'jin, Thrall, the savior, is most optimistic about you. He has told me more than once that only you are capable of inheriting the position of warchief. I, Eitrigg, am self-aware and cannot take the position of chief. For the sake of Azeroth,
, for the sake of the tribe, please don’t refuse.”
Eitrigg seemed to understand, and Vol'jin was secretly proud of himself, and said deliberately embarrassingly:
"Old friend Eitrigg, you should understand that Orgrimmar supports me, and I can't refuse what the people want. It's just that the 100,000 orc army transferred from the Cave of Time only obeys the orders of the savior Thrall.
, if someone can tell them that Thrall is dead, Orgrimmar can unite as a rope, regain Theramore, and destroy the Alliance easily."
Eitrigg was secretly frightened. He knew that the cunning Vol'jin was more difficult to deal with than the arrogant and domineering Thrall, so he could only agree:
"Warchief Vol'jin, don't worry, I will make the arrangements."
Wo'jin beamed: "Haha, Warchief, I like this title very much. Come on, let's drink this. From now on, the tribe will be yours and mine."
Just when the two were triumphant, a terrifying roar sounded outside the tent:
"Wo'jin, you are not qualified to be the warchief of the tribe. It's really funny that a lowly troll wants to be the warchief."
Two tall figures walked in, led by Garrosh Hellscream, followed by King Saurfang. There was a crowd of people outside the tent and they were already surrounded.
Garrosh raised his fist and knocked down Vol'jin with one punch. The boots made of tauren leather stepped on Vol'jin's face hard.
"I am Garrosh Hellscream, and I am the warchief of the Horde."