The number of orcs in Orgrimmar remains between 150,000 and 200,000. It would take a lot of work to make all of them into magic marionettes.
Jaina chuckled and said, "I will order the Dalaran mage to help."
Thrall shrugged indifferently. There were as many orcs as there were in the Caverns of Time, and it would not affect Thrall's succession to the position of warchief.
Jaina opened the portal and came to a small island near Orgrimmar. Looking at the majestic Orgrimmar not far away, Jaina absentmindedly stroked the Focusing Iris, with a smile on her lips, not in a hurry.
Thrall, Vol'jin, and Kalecgos were guarding Jaina. Kalecgos didn't understand why Jaina still didn't act.
"Something's wrong, Orgrimmar is too quiet." Thrall whispered.
Kalecgos was baffled. Vol'jin explained: "Garrosh is timid and cowardly. He must have known that he failed to recover the Focusing Iris. With his usual character, he had escaped long ago. Orgrimmar is so calm, which proves that Garrosh failed."
We are already prepared."
"What preparations can be made?" Kalecgos secretly glanced at the focusing rainbow in Jaina's palm. With this artifact, Jaina did not have to worry about running out of mana.
How terrifying is an archmage with unlimited power, which means that she can release powerful magic at will, whereas in normal times, similar magic can only be cast a few times.
Unless there is a more skilled Archmage.
Kalecgos first thought of Medivh.
"Medivh will not take action." Thrall said seriously: "He is too proud and will never serve for Garrosh. This is not in line with his identity."
Jaina concentrated her mind, touched the Focusing Iris with both hands, and cast a powerful detection magic:
"You are right. The Focusing Iris told me that Medivh is not in Orgrimmar, but there is an interesting enemy waiting for me. Come out, I know you are nearby."
The three of them looked around. The island was very small and there was no place to hide people. The fields were open and empty.
The blue water parted to both sides, and a strong figure appeared, walking towards the island step by step, and the earth trembled with her steps.
After just one glance, Vol'jin and Kalecgos couldn't help but vomit, as if they were about to vomit out their stomachs.
This is a huge female orc, two heads taller than Sal, with two sharp fangs over one meter long, inlaid with gems and gold, with a ferocious face, and the muscles on her face are sharp and angular, as if they are wrapped with countless
A venomous snake, with a pair of blood-red eyes and wide, one-meter-long brown hair standing on end, much like a broom.
The female orc has a huge belly, round like a ball, her legs are thicker than Thrall's waist, she is wearing a huge robe, and her ten thick fingers are covered with magic rings.
"It turns out to be her!" Sal exclaimed.
"You recognize this ugliness..." After just one glance, Kalecgos couldn't help but vomited again.
Thrall snorted coldly: "After Garrosh became the warchief, he once held a beauty pageant. This is the champion beauty, Miss Azeroth, Dormira, the cousin of Queen Doras. We orcs are the best in the universe.
Of this race, natural beauties emerge in large numbers.”
Vol'jin smiled awkwardly: "Isn't it? There are so many beauties among orcs, and the leaders of all tribes are proud to marry orc women. I know why King Varian is single because he asked orc women to be his wives many times, but unfortunately he was rejected.
Yes, I swore a poisonous oath not to marry a woman who was not an orc."
Thrall said in a firm tone: "We orcs will never use a woman for marriage."
Kalecgos suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and said loudly: "It is said that orc women are as beautiful as flowers. When I saw them today, they certainly lived up to their reputation."
Jaina was not annoyed, she just looked at the female orc up and down: "With your strong mana and excellent magical talent, Medivh has put a lot of effort into you."
The orc woman Dormira opened her bloody mouth and said with a loud voice: "Jaina, from today on, I will replace you. I know that the prophecy of Krasus is in your body. Hand it over. From now on, I will be Dalaran."
Chief Archmage."
"It's up to you!" Jaina sneered.
Dormila's thick shoulders trembled slightly, her clothes tore apart, her flesh and blood squirmed, and two heads came out.
They were two Draenei women, with their eyes closed and their brows furrowed, as if they were suffering from great pain.
Jaina took a breath of cold air: "I had heard that Prophet Velen gave Medivh the best one hundred draenei in the tribe. I thought it was just used to build Med'an, but it turned out that it was also used in Medivh.
On your body."
Dormila smiled cruelly: "Med'an is just a failed experiment, and I am Medivh's most successful work."
The elephant-like body shook violently, and the two Draenei on Domira's shoulders opened their eyes, their eyes dull, their pupils dull, and they began to recite incantations.
The Draenei are the most outstanding mortal race in the known universe, with extraordinary magical talents. Even the least talented ones far surpass the top human mages.
If the Draenei hadn't foolishly pursued the Holy Light, it would only take one Draenei mage to grow up, which would be enough to wipe out all the orcs.
The two Draenei heads cast spells very quickly and without any flaws, draining away the surrounding ice and fire elements.
Jaina immediately felt the pressure and barely had time to cast an arcane magic.
One is the ultimate cold air, the other is the scorching flames. The frost and the flames form two giant dragons, perfectly blending together, and they rush towards Jaina.
"Be careful!" Jaina yelled, flashed in front of Thrall and the other three, and opened her arms to form an arcane barrier.
With a glance from the corner of Dormila's mouth, two dragon breaths, one blue and one red, separated, bypassed the arcane barrier, and rushed towards Jaina from the left and right sides.
The two giant dragons of ice and fire collided together, evaporating a large amount of water vapor, the mist transpired, and Jaina's figure shattered like water splashes.
Dormila was stunned for a moment and screamed: "Damn it, this is an illusion."
With an earth-shattering noise, an arcane bomb exploded behind Dormila.
Jaina's figure appeared behind Domira. Compared with her fighting skills experience, Domila was far behind. She didn't know that with Jaina's character, she would never protect her teammates at all costs.
A magic ring on Dormira's finger shattered, forming a barrier to block the arcane bomb. Jaina frowned:
"The magic talent of the Draenei is ten thousand times greater than that of the orcs. What is Medivh thinking? How much he loves the orcs."
Dormira sneered: "You can't defeat me, Jaina. Two super draenei geniuses are imprisoned in my body. If they grow up, killing Medivh is like crushing an ant. Even if Archimonde
You are no match for Kil'jaeden, so how can you fight with me?"
The arcane light flashed, and Dormira cast illusion magic and transformed into Jaina.
Jaina's beautiful eyes radiated with dangerous light, and she gritted her silver teeth and said, "You are looking for death."
Arcane, frost, fire, and Dormila continuously cast three magic shields for themselves. After the extremely talented archmage casts the shield, he can be temporarily immune to this type of magic.
All three systems of magic lost their effect. Jaina waved her hand gently, and the sea water condensed into a huge ice cube, which slammed into Domila.
Dormila used the flashing technique to dodge. While flashing, she used the Ice Orb and Pyroblast. Two elemental balls, one red and one basket, flew towards Jaina, one fast and one slow.