The appointed time was coming, and Malfurion and Tyrande arrived at Theramore in time.
Malfurion bowed and saluted with a smile on his face: "Beautiful Ms. Jaina, the night elves call you a goddess. I bring you a gift. I hope you like it."
There was an emerald green branch inserted into the white porcelain vase, which was covered with a layer of light vapor. Gianna took it inexplicably, and when her fingertips touched the porcelain vase, she suddenly felt her body relax, as if she suddenly became more than ten years younger, and returned to the world.
A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.
Tyrande gave her a mirror, and Jaina found herself in the mirror with a charming face, her skin so tender that it could squeeze out water. She touched her jade-like face with joy, and Jaina couldn't believe her eyes.
Malfurion smiled kindly: "The night elves have the secret of immortality. If you use it on foreigners, you will have to pay a huge price. In the history of the night elves, you are the first person to make an exception. It seems to have a good effect. After the meeting
We help solidify the results for you, and your look will last forever.”
For a moment, Jaina's heart was moved, and she wanted to fake it and allocate shares of the magic network to each race.
But reason quickly gained the upper hand, and Jaina understood that all these flatteries were nothing. Once the shares of the Magic Network were distributed, these insidious guys would immediately change their faces. After all, there were only so many shares of the Magic Network, and it was impossible for Jaina to let everyone
People are satisfied.
Killing them all to please Aegwynn is the best choice. Once Malfurion and Tyrande are dead, the night elves will be nothing but mermaids, with nothing they want.
With a perfect smile on her face, Jaina invited Malfurion and Tyrande to rest.
Privately, Tyrande asked uncertainly: "Can your little trick fool Jaina?"
Malfurion smiled cunningly: "Jaina is an archmage, but there are areas of magic that she cannot reach. This is the deceptive magic at the core of the nightmare. Don't worry, looking at her excited look, she will definitely allocate
Give us more share of the magic network."
Tyrande showed greed: "Very good, as long as we have the magic network, the Druid troops can fight against the Dark Night Railgun Mage Group, and we can truly control everything."
The arrival of the savior Thrall pushed the party to its climax.
Thrall strode into Theramore, followed by Vol'jin. When he saw Jaina coming out, Thrall laughed arrogantly:
"Haha, Jaina, I still remember that you were just an inconspicuous mage apprentice in Dalaran. No one knew who you were. It was me who lifted you up from the dust and you have the glory you have today. Jaina, you should
If you are grateful, why not give the Magic Network to me, I am the great savior of Azeroth."
Jaina maintained her smile: "Thall, please face your position. You are no longer the chief of the tribe."
Thrall said coldly: "Jaina, don't be arrogant. Without me, you are nothing. Humph, do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Jaina just smiled, not caring about Thrall's domineering attitude: "Thall, times have changed. Garrosh is coming soon. If I were you, I would escape immediately."
"Hmph!" Thrall snorted heavily: "You are all afraid of Garrosh, but I am not. Jaina, if you don't hand over the magic network today, don't blame me for being rude."
A golden light flashed, and Thrall was not prepared at all. He flew out, leaving a bloody wound on his back, which almost cut him in half.
Sal was so anxious that he begged loudly: "Help, don't kill me."
Everyone looked intently and found that the person who took action was actually Tirion Fordring.
Fording waved the Ashbringer, with an upright look on his face, guarding Jaina, and announced loudly:
"From today on, I am Ms. Jaina's most loyal personal guard. Anyone who dares to disrespect Queen Jaina is an enemy of me and an enemy of the Holy Light."
For the sake of his share of the Demon Network, Fording went so far as to turn against Thrall. Thrall was so angry that his face turned livid, but in the end he didn't say anything. Vol'jin stepped forward to help him heal his injuries.
It can be seen that Fording held back, otherwise Thrall would be a corpse at this moment.
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde have arrived, and Jaina is in a complicated mood, which can be said to be a little dark.
Luo Ning still didn't show up.
Not far from Theramore, a white cloud floats quietly, hiding a tribal airship.
Medivh was sitting on the main seat, holding the Focusing Iris in his hand, with a contented look on his face. Next to him was Garrosh, the chief of the tribe, who was constantly flattering and flattering him.
Medivh, who closed his eyes and rested, enjoyed this feeling very much. Garrosh ordered people to bring delicious tauren and panda meat. Medivh seemed to have a good appetite and took a bite of each.
"Warchief, Thrall has arrived." A guard reported to Garrosh.
"Lord Keeper..." Garrosh tried to remind him.
Medivh suddenly opened his eyes, shot out two cold rays of light, and asked in a low voice:
"Garrosh, are you ready?"
Garrosh made a smart and capable expression: "I'm ready. I've invited most of the media in Azeroth. After Theramore is destroyed, I will stand up to testify and transfer all responsibilities to Ji."
Regarding Anna, Kalecgos is a smart blue dragon, and I don’t think he will refuse to expose Jaina.”
Medivh pondered for a while, then shook his head and said: "This is not enough. You need to shift the responsibility to the Alliance, especially King Varian, intentionally or unintentionally, to give people the opportunity to guess and think that it was Varian and Jaina who planned everything.
It was just an accidental operation error, and we want the dead to speak."
Garrosh listened patiently, like a mage apprentice. This was why he pleased Medivh more than Thrall, who always had his own ideas.
Medivh said seriously: "You should have heard of Merry Winterwind, the most famous necromancer in Azeroth. At my invitation, he has arrived in Orgrimmar. After Theramore was destroyed, Merry.
Dongfeng performed spiritualism in public and summoned Jaina's soul. The dead can't lie. Jaina will tell everyone everything."
Taking quotes out of context and only intercepting testimony that is beneficial to him, although it is not a lie, it is better than a lie. Garrosh is familiar with this and repeatedly praised Medivh for his cleverness.
Medivh stood up and ordered: "You drive the airship and leave immediately to avoid suspicion. When the airship returns to Orgrimmar, I will turn Theramore into ashes."
Hidden, Medivh stood above the clouds and watched the tribe's airship leave.
Below is Theramore. Medivh is holding the Focusing Iris in his palm. In just a moment, Theramore will be reduced to ashes, and no one will have time to escape.
Suddenly, Medivh felt like the world was spinning, and the world turned into black, white, and gray in front of him, losing all color.
The sky was gray, covered with thick lead clouds, and the earth was devastated, with not a trace of green visible, as if it had experienced a magical catastrophe.
Medivh was secretly surprised, quickly figured it out, and said with a sarcastic smile:
"You actually used the plane flipping technique on me. I'm an astral mage and I'm the best at twisting the void. Who is it? Come forward."
The plane flipping technology forcibly pulled Medivh to a parallel space. If no one interfered, Medivh could easily find his way back with his abilities.
A familiar figure wearing a black robe appeared in front of Medivh.