After successfully attacking Jaina, Kalecgos was so proud that he couldn't help laughing loudly.
Dormira's copper bell-like eyes gradually regained their clarity, and then she understood how she could be reconciled to being bewitched by Jaina and displaying all kinds of ugliness in the eyes of Thrall and others.
Jaina was already dead. Dormira showed an unnatural smile and said to Kalecgos with a smile:
"Very good, good little blue dragon, my sister will pamper you well."
Kalecgos' dragon body trembled violently, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
The will of the black dragon egg hidden in Kalecgos' body has a mysterious origin, and it secretly terminated the slave contract.
With just one look from Dormila, he was frightened out of his wits, almost collapsed, and hurriedly hid deep in Kalecgos' consciousness.
Kalecgos regained his consciousness and was also frightened. His huge dragon body crawled on the ground like a pitiful little sheep.
Domila looked around at everyone and said in a loud voice:
"Warchief Garrosh has ordered that Thrall conspired to destroy Azeroth. Vol'jin and Kalecgos are all accomplices. Come with me back to Orgrimmar to face trial. Garrosh is willing to put you on the table."
Lose."
Thrall was so frightened that he glared at Kalecgos fiercely. Just as he was about to defend himself, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulders.
Dormira held a chain in each hand and passed it through Sal's shoulder blade. Sal screamed in pain and knelt on the ground begging for his life.
Neither Vol'jin nor Kalecgos could escape this terrible fate. Their shoulder blades were covered with chains and they followed Domira obediently.
Dormira picked up Jaina's body and opened the portal to Orgrimmar.
Entering Orgrimmar from the city gate, the trading area of the Valley of Strength is in chaos. Countless orcs are killing each other. There are wailing orcs everywhere, and only the bones of each corpse are left.
Blood flowed freely, and broken limbs were everywhere. Dormila stepped on an orc head and frowned immediately.
The water element and the dark clouds have dissipated, but Orgrimmar has not returned to calm, but has fallen into chaos.
The orcs in Orgrimmar had blood-red eyes, and they all entered a violent state, fighting each other desperately, tearing at the flesh and blood of the defeated,
In the short journey from the city gate to the chief's tent, Domila suffered hundreds of attacks. Despite Domila's powerful magic, she was accidentally bitten off a large piece of flesh.
Dormira was furious and used the art of freezing to freeze the Valley of Power, and thousands of orcs froze into statues.
Entering the chief's tent, Dormira put down Jaina's body and said loudly: "Let Garrosh come to see me."
In the chief's tent, which used to be heavily guarded, there was now no orc in sight. Dormila searched every corner before finding a golden-haired kobold from under the table. The kobold said flatteringly:
"Big Candle Garg, I have met the Archmage Ms. Domira. You are Miss Azeroth, the champion beauty. Agna, the most beautiful orc at that time, is old. You are the real number one in Azeroth.
Beauty, I heard that the prophet Velen met you once, and since then he has stopped thinking about food and tea, thinking about you day and night, and has fallen into lovesickness."
Dormila opened her mouth wide and nodded with satisfaction: "Velan is too old for my liking. Garg, I know you. It was Garrosh who invited you here."
Garg showed a smart expression: "The warchief has ordered Thrall, Vol'jin, and Kalecgos to be punished and immediately sent to the city gate for execution. I have counted 1,800 crimes of Thrall's conspiracy to destroy Azeroth.
, let everyone in Azeroth know Thrall’s true face.”
Sal glared at Gag fiercely, touched the wound on his shoulder, and grimaced in pain.
Dormira snorted: "Where did Garrosh go?"
Garg said cautiously: "Azeroth is facing life and death, and the warchief ignores the hard work and goes to save the world."
Domila asked again unhappily: "Where are the other officials and generals? Why can't any of them have the final say?"
Garg said tactfully: "They all followed the warchief to save Azeroth."
"A bunch of trash."
Dormila took the recommendation letter found from Jaina's arms, pointed at Thrall and said fiercely:
"I don't have time to take care of these trash. I need to rush to Dalaran to replace Jaina as the leader. From now on, Dalaran will be owned by the orcs. First, I must destroy Stormwind City."
Seeing that Dormila lost her patience, she decided to execute Thrall and others with her own hands.
Thrall knew that the opportunity to survive was right in front of him and he must seize it. He said flatteringly: "The beautiful and gentle lady Domira, the most beautiful woman in Azeroth, please allow me to say a few words."
Domila was happy when she heard this: "Tell me, what are your last words?"
Sal's mind changed quickly and he said calmly:
"Ms. Dormira, the situation in Dalaran is very complicated. The Kirin Tor and the Sunreavers are fighting openly and secretly. Naronin seems to be submissive, but in fact he is very ambitious and selfish. He secretly supported his wife Vereesa to establish the Silver Covenant. Although it was mainly
The members are high elves, but their attitude is biased toward the Alliance. Dalaran seems calm, but in fact it has become a mess. Discipline is lax, organization is disorganized, and it is in urgent need of rectification. Prisoners in Violet Prison often escape, which can be seen."
Domila had a headache. After all, she was only a relatively inexperienced woman and could not compare with Sal's rich experience in political struggle.
"What's the problem? Kill them all." Domila said nonchalantly.
Thrall persuaded in a low voice: "Ms. Domira, Dalaran is no better than Orgrimmar. There are just as many orcs as there are. If all the mages are killed, they will not be able to recover for decades."
Domila hesitated for a moment, she did not want to manage an empty Dalaran: "What can you do, if it is suitable, I will spare your life."
Sal smiled bitterly and said: "There is no good way, it's just adapting to circumstances."
Domila thought for a long time: "Huh, you can't escape my grasp anyway, so I'll keep you alive for a few days."
After saying that, he raised his hand to execute Vol'jin.
Wo'jin was so frightened that he trembled and hurriedly begged: "Ms. Domira, you know that I am Thrall's think tank and help him make plans."
Dormila hesitated: "Okay, I'll keep your dog alive for the time being. This blue dragon is useless. Let him accompany Jaina to become an undead couple."
Kalecgos sniffed, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he showed an expression like a nymphomaniac:
"Beautiful Ms. Dormila, I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you. The vicious Jaina is fighting with you. Seeing that you are bewitched, my heart is twisted like a knife. I don't know what kind of power it is to help me relieve it."
I accepted Jaina's slave contract. I think this is the power of true love. I am deeply gratified to die in your hands. This is my honor."
Dormira looked at Kalecgos's handsome face, sapphire-like pupils, sky-blue hair, and exquisite facial features. Kalecgos, the Blue Dragon King, had a good skin.
Seeing that it was effective, Kalecgos knelt on the ground, grabbed Domila's fat palm, and said affectionately:
"Although my life is about to pass away, I still have to muster up the courage to tell you that even if I pour out all the water in the endless sea, it can't extinguish my passionate love for you. I have loved you, and I have no regrets. I have only one request,
Please make me a magic marionette and stay by your side forever."
The blue dragon Kalecgos has long learned a set of rhetoric in the world of play.
Domila knew it was fake, but the feeling of elation made her particularly excited and satisfied inside.