One massive fireball, a thousand armies came to meet it!
Three thousand Dark Iron soldiers had just arrived at the entrance of Uldaman when they saw a legendary Flamestrike explode in the front ranks of the army, taking out the general and vice-general personally appointed by Emperor Dagran Thaurissan.
Leaderless!
Immediately after, shouts of battle echoed from all directions.
From the north, over two thousand Bronzebeard Dwarves roared down from the Uldaman mountains, warriors in front, riflemen behind.
From the south, a thousand Gnome mechanized units, driving tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, and riding mechanical striders, charged forward. They were uniformly equipped with thermal weapons, with a dozen or so mages mixed in.
From the east, a thousand High Elf mixed units were divided into several large teams and dozens of small teams, acting dispersed under the leadership of their team leaders. From time to time, they would look up to General Lirath Windrunner on the back of a Dragonhawk for unified command.
From the west, a thousand Centaur, led by five legendary Khans, began their hunt, launching wooden arrows and spears with a raise of their hands.
In the sky, Highlord Kurdran led the charge, followed closely by five hundred Gryphon Riders.
Five armies, a total of six thousand troops, besieged the Dark Iron Dwarves!
Absolute numerical superiority, absolute power suppression, coupled with excellent terrain and an ambush, the battle was one-sided.
From the start of the war to its end, it took less than two hours.
Three thousand Dark Iron Dwarves were completely surrounded. Except for those who teleported away immediately, all others died in battle.
The greatest weakness of Dwarves is their stubbornness, like stone, but this is also their greatest strength.
Their stone-like heads are single-minded.
Especially the Dark Iron Dwarves.
They would either fight to the death or flee, but they would never become prisoners, and they would never reveal any information.
In Blackrock Depths, the mages who escaped reported the battle to Emperor Thaurissan.
This Dark Iron King did not rage; instead, he waved them away and ordered the Dark Iron Dwarves not to go to Uldaman again.
He sat alone on his throne, and when he heard the door close, a complex expression finally appeared on his face, filled with anger, unwillingness, and helplessness.
"So it was a trap, Magni—no, Kael'thas, a good plan!"
Victory and defeat are common in war. He was not blinded by the deaths of three thousand soldiers. He knew very well that Uldaman never belonged to the Dark Iron Dwarves; gaining it would have been a pleasant surprise, and not getting it was no big deal.
The Dark Iron Dwarves' biggest enemy right now are the fire elementals of Molten Core, then the Blackrock Orcs occupying the surface area of Blackrock Mountain, and finally their relatives who have been separated for over two hundred years.
As for the High Elf, Gnome?
Their races had almost no interaction; they weren't friends, but they weren't enemies either.
"With the strength of the Dark Iron Dwarves alone, we are no match for the fire elementals, no matter what."
"But if there were external forces involved—"
He thought of the Bronzebeard Dwarves and the Wildhammer Dwarves.
The War of the Three Hammers had passed over two hundred years ago. The ancient hatred should end, and the divided races should unite. Only then would they have enough strength to resist Ragnaros.
However, the hatred had lasted too many years, and the Dark Iron, Bronzebeard, and Wildhammer had been out of contact for too long.
Peaceful unification was impossible. He could not submit to Magni, nor could Magni grovel at his feet. The only way was by force.
He had actually always wanted to instigate Ragnaros to send fire elementals to help him attack Ironforge and Aerie Peak, but he had been refused.
The ancient and powerful Firelord was not as simply violent as people speculated; he was very steady and had been accumulating strength.
Although the spells of the Dark Iron mages over two hundred years ago broke the barrier between the Firelands and the real world, summoning Ragnaros, due to the insufficient power of the casters, only a small portion of his power was summoned, not enough to sweep the world.
So Ragnaros ordered the Dark Iron Dwarves not to conflict with the outside world, but to continuously accumulate power, preparing for a joint spell to break the barrier again and truly summon him to this world.
If that were to happen, the first to be burned to ashes by the Firelord's flames would be the Dark Iron Dwarves!
"But now, at last, there's an opportunity!"
"The invasion of the Blackrock Orcs, and this battle today, have finally shown me an opportunity to persuade Ragnaros!"
According to intelligence, there were at least ten to twenty thousand Blackrock Orcs occupying Blackrock Spire.
Orcs were very aggressive. Despite having the Alliance as a major enemy, they had been constantly assaulting Blackrock Depths, with over a dozen small-scale wars occurring in recent months, aiming to seize Blackrock Depths for themselves.
Today's battle could also be interpreted as the Alliance plotting against the Dark Iron Dwarves, weakening them, and a prelude to a general offensive on Blackrock Depths!
Passive defense was not a good method; active offense was the best strategy.
This time, he was determined to persuade Ragnaros to help him eliminate the Blackrock Orcs and invade Ironforge, Aerie Peak, and Grim Batol!
"Blackrock Spire was built by us; no one knows it better than us. With the help of fire elementals, eliminating the Orcs will be as easy as turning over a hand."
"The expedition to Ironforge, Aerie Peak, and Grim Batol will be much harder. The Bronzebeard and Wildhammer have the Alliance backing them. We must prepare in advance, such as kidnapping Magni's relatives, his two younger brothers and precious daughter—"
Emperor Thaurissan pondered for a full day and night, thinking through all the subsequent plans, before leaving the palace and going to Molten Core to seek an audience with the Firelord.
Outside Uldaman.
The war had ended, the battlefield cleared, and the spoils were abundant.
The most important spoils of war were over two thousand sets of Dark Iron equipment, and of course, all of Uldaman.
Although the value of Dark Iron couldn't compare to mithril and adamantium, it was much more valuable than ordinary steel.
These Dark Iron sets, each worth several hundred gold coins, amounted to over a million for two thousand sets, which was more than Quel'Thalas's annual tax revenue.
"Dwarves are really rich; having mines makes them so extravagant!" Vereesa muttered softly.
When she was a child, her monthly allowance was less than a hundred gold coins, and the Windrunner Family's liquid assets were only two to three hundred thousand—
But that was in the past.
To build Sandar Hill, they had long been drained, and even that was far from enough!
"Dark Iron is a good thing; it's formed by ordinary iron ore being continuously eroded by fire elemental energy, giving it extremely high fire resistance. It will be very useful for attacking Blackrock Spire and Blackrock Depths in the future," Kael'thas said.
Hearing the hint, Magni frowned: "You mean the Dark Iron Dwarves will actively attack us, and we should prepare in advance?"
Kael'thas smiled: "After more than two hundred years, the three races are at war again. The flames of hatred, not yet extinguished, burn brighter. War between you is inevitable."
Highlord Kurdran snorted and brandished his warhammer: "If the Dark Iron Dwarves dare to make a move, Wildhammer will certainly meet them!"
King Magni nodded silently: "Your Highness is right; I will send more people to monitor the Burning Steppes and Searing Gorge."
Kael'thas reminded: "You yourselves must also be careful. If I were Emperor Thaurissan, I would definitely find a way to kidnap Ironforge's high-ranking officials to force the Bronzebeard into submission, especially you and your family."
"Kidnap me? I stay in Ironforge all year round; the Dark Iron Dwarves won't have a chance. Besides, if they want to kidnap me, they'll have to contend with the forging hammer in my hand!"
Magni wasn't worried about his own safety at all.
He looked at his younger brother: "Muradin is also legendary, and he's steady and very cautious, serving as an ambassador in Lordaeron. The Dark Iron Dwarves can't reach him. I'm worried about you and Moira!"
Brann's strength was too weak, and he liked adventure, running around everywhere, making him an easy target.
Moira was too young and easily deceived, she was his greatest weakness.
Brann was displeased now and shouted: "Big brother, you know me. Although I often cause trouble, my marksmanship is first-rate! And I promise not to go alone anymore; I'll always be with the Explorer's League. Please don't lock me up in Ironforge!"
Magni had a headache: "Can I even lock you up? You can escape from the deepest, most secure dungeon!"
Brann chuckled sheepishly, not daring to speak.
Kael'thas took out several runestones and handed them over: "These are teleportation stones I personally made. Activate them in danger, and they can teleport the user to Sandar Hill. However, you still need to be careful; if the enemy sets up a magic blockade beforehand, the teleportation might fail."
Brann quickly snatched them and said to Magni: "Big brother, are you relieved now? One for each of us!"
"...You'd better be more clever."
Magni shook his head and thanked Kael'thas again.
He decided to assign some capable people to the Explorer's League to follow Brann constantly.
He would also spend a fortune to hire master-level personal bodyguards for Moira, such as assassin masters from Ravenholdt Manor. Those skilled in assassination must also be skilled in counter-assassination and anti-kidnapping.
The cost would be tens of thousands of gold coins a year. It was a bit expensive, but the Bronzebeard Family lacked everything except money.
"The craftsmanship of these Dark Iron sets is good; re-forging them would be time-consuming and laborious, so there's no need."
Magni said: "Only Dwarves can wear them properly. Give them all to me. I'll have someone calculate their value in gold coins, and then distribute it among you."
"Alright," Kael'thas said indifferently.
It was a small matter; General Lirath could handle it. He wasn't interested in money.
"Uldaman should also be jointly developed by the Bronzebeard, Wildhammer, and Gnome, after all, it concerns our origins."
Magni thought for a moment and said: "Uldaman holds many secrets, with a large amount of obsidian, and many other rare ores. How should we compensate you High Elf and Centaur..."
Uldaman's value was too high, and it was difficult to estimate.
Compensate too little, and Kael'thas would be offended.
Compensate too much, and he couldn't afford it—
"I don't need any; give it to Kael'thas," Princess Theradras said nonchalantly.
What ores and minerals, she didn't care for them.
Kael'thas said: "No compensation is necessary. I'm very interested in Molten Core. When there's an opportunity to attack Molten Core in the future, I want all the spoils of war."
Magni was overjoyed: "Then it's settled!"
Molten Core has more than one fire elemental demigod residing there. Killing them would surely yield a large number of demigod-level materials, whose value is immeasurable, roughly equivalent to Uldaman.
But that was for later.
Overall, existing benefits were more important. He profited!
Of course, Kael'thas also felt he profited. He obtained Tyr's memory disc and a portion of the power of the earth, taking nearly half of Uldaman's benefits.
Moreover, the deciphering of nozdormu's disc also required his help, and all information would be shared, meaning he benefited the most from Uldaman.
As for Molten Core, it wasn't just a few demigods; it also involved the wind elemental demigods, linking to the relationships between the four elements, offering a lot of room for maneuver.
"The Centaur are still in a primitive society, and their equipment is too backward. I will send people to help these thousand upgrade their equipment, custom-making a complete set of armor, bows, and spears."
How could he truly let the Centaur work for nothing?
Princess Theradras didn't care, but the Centaur would have complaints.
He was still thinking of having the Centaur serve as exclusive mounts for the Elves; they couldn't be treated poorly.
Of course, it wouldn't be mithril-adamantium quality; that would be too expensive.
Animal hides and titansteel would suffice, coupled with High Elf's most proficient enchantments, a set would cost at least a hundred gold coins, which was fair to the Centaur.
"It's a pity there's no titanium and titansteel," Brann said dejectedly.
Azadas and Eonar were both Stone Giants. Uldaman had mostly obsidian, with almost no metal, so it was impossible to mass-produce high-quality firearms.
However, other places certainly had them, such as Ulduar and Uldum.
"Once Uldaman is explored, we'll go to Uldum, then Ulduar!" He secretly made up his mind.
High Tinker Mekkatorque said: "Even if there were, with our current capabilities, we can't mass-produce legendary firearms. Mithril and adamantium are enough."
Millhouse couldn't wait: "Are we done here? Let's go back to Ironforge and decipher nozdormu's disc!"
It turned out that Titan magic and technology were not so easy to decipher.
So many legendary figures and masters worked on it for a long time, but still had little clue.
In terms of magic, Kael'thas had indeed deciphered a small part.
In terms of technology, it was difficult. The High Tinker said he was not knowledgeable enough and couldn't understand many things.
Overall, extracting information from nozdormu's disc would take at least another ten years.
When one door closes, another opens.
Although nozdormu's disc wasn't successfully deciphered, ashbringer was forged.
Its appearance was designed by Old Mograine, exactly as Kael'thas remembered.
The material was perhaps no different either, using arcanite.
This was the best material Ironforge had; they wouldn't find anything better even in another ten years.
But thanks to the research on two pairs of sword-shields and titanstrike, King Magni's forging skills advanced by leaps and bounds, and he also used Dragon-forging techniques—Kael'thas transformed into an Ancient Red Dragon, responsible for breathing fire, for seven days and seven nights.
The freshly forged artifact was definitely stronger than the original, greatly exciting Old Mograine.
The moment he grasped ashbringer, he was imbued with Holy Light, pouring into his body, creating an effect similar to Lightforging.
Although he didn't become a Lightforged Human like Turalyon in the later stages, nor did he step into the demigod level, his own energy also rose to the master level.
This was just the beginning.
As time went on, he would be continuously influenced by ashbringer, eventually advancing to legendary status, and it wouldn't take many years.
This second-tier Paladin actually surpassed Tirion, Turalyon, and others, becoming the second mortal High Knight.
And in terms of combat power, he, who adhered to the tenets of Retribution, was even stronger than Uther of the Silver Hand!
"Does Your Highness have time? Come with me to Nethergarde Keep to meet someone."
On this day, Khadgar sought him out, looking serious.
He privately met Kael'thas, not letting anyone know.
"Meet someone? I understand. Let's go." Kael'thas mused.
The two arrived at the Keep of Ensorcellment.
Months later, The Blasted Lands remained the same: barren, dark red, devoid of any signs of life.
Due to Kael'thas's interference, the Keep of Ensorcellment was not built in the northern region, but rather to the west of the original Dark Portal, with a square wall extending eastward.
The wall was wide, similar to the Great Wall, with broad walkways, parapets, firing ports, and towers exceeding 20 meters in height at each corner.
Of course, all of this was merely a plan.
With tight deadlines and heavy tasks, Marshal Lothar and King Varian mobilized all available resources, promising generous rewards to the Stormwind City Stonemasons' Guild.
These civilians, who had survived the Orcish War and gathered to make a living, were divided into two groups under the leadership of the Master Assassin and Master Builder, Edwin VanCleef.
The majority were busy rebuilding Stormwind City, while a smaller portion constructed the Keep of Ensorcellment here. The stonemasons' abilities were beyond doubt, and the promises of Marshal Lothar and King Varian were genuine and effective, yet even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice.
After the end of the external war, internal conflicts within the Alliance nations began to emerge.
The leaders of each nation were busy bickering at the negotiation table; who had time to personally oversee the Keep of Ensorcellment?
The construction project had long been decided, and each nation's responsibilities were set, but planning does not equal execution, and execution does not equal effective execution.
Due to Kael'thas's personal connections, Quel'Thalas provided personnel and resources immediately, with all materials arriving within a month.
Dalaran, as a city-state, had a small territory and sparse population, so its allocated portion was relatively small, yet it was incredibly wealthy.
The Violet Vault contained an unknown number of magical items, even legendary equipment, making it easy to gather the necessary components.
The Bronzebeard Dwarves excelled at quarrying, so they provided personnel and labor. King Magni, always straightforward, sent two hundred experienced miners in the first month.
After the Hammerfell Dwarves migrated to the Hinterlands, they became isolated, close to nature, and rarely mined. They had few people and little money, but they were rich in air power.
Two hundred Gryphon Riders arrived immediately to handle aerial patrols. The Gnome population was even smaller than the Hammerfell Dwarves, but their technological level surpassed all others in the Alliance, providing a large quantity of firearms, cannons, and explosives.
The first two were for city defense, while the latter were primarily for quarrying. In addition, they provided many logging machines.
However, The Blasted Lands had no vegetation, so timber had to be transported from Elwynn Forest, thousands of miles away.
Conventional transportation methods were time-consuming and laborious. Fortunately, the mages from Quel'Thalas brought a large number of teleportation stones, setting up portals, which were just enough.
Other nations were different.
Stromgarde's losses were second only to the Stormwind Kingdom. King Solas was busy vying for the interests of the Alterac Kingdom, and the collapsed Stromgarde also urgently needed repairs. Only a small portion of the promised troops and materials had been delivered.
Gilneas suffered fewer losses, but King Genn was also competing for the interests of the Alterac Kingdom. The towns and villages in Silverpine Forest destroyed by the orcs also needed rebuilding. Furthermore, intending to withdraw from the Alliance, he provided nothing at all.
Kul Tiras, on the other hand, had special internal circumstances. Four major families stood side by side, and the Proudmoore family was not dominant. Admiral Daelin did not have absolute authority.
The other three families were unwilling to provide manpower and resources and were still bickering, so nothing had been delivered.
Lordaeron's situation was different again.
Among the Alliance nations, Lordaeron had the largest population, the largest territory, the most resources, the strongest military, and the fewest losses, yet the promised manpower and resources had not arrived, which was very intriguing.
Besides political considerations, there might be another reason:
The Keep of Ensorcellment was proposed and planned by Kael'thas, and King Terenas now disliked Kael'thas the most!
Insufficient manpower and materials meant the construction progress of the Keep of Ensorcellment was far behind schedule.
Several months had passed, and only half of the first floor of the castle had been built, with no sign of the walls.
At the current pace, it might not be completed in another two years. If the orcs reopened the Dark Portal and launched an attack during this time, the Alliance would surely be caught off guard, repeating the mistakes of memory.
"The Keep of Ensorcellment, though called a keep, was actually planned as a small city, but it has no lord. I am the person in charge."
Khadgar looked helpless: "But I, the person in charge, can't manage anyone. City construction has nothing to do with me, city defense has nothing to do with me. I'm only responsible for researching and monitoring the Void Rift, and I don't even have an assistant yet."
"Isn't that good? I don't have an assistant either. I'm always alone wherever I go, enjoying my leisure." Kael'thas comforted him. "Your Highness, are you sure you're alone?"
Khadgar muttered inwardly, not daring to speak it aloud.
"The Keep of Ensorcellment must be completed as soon as possible. The construction period must not exceed two years, preferably a year and a half, or even one year. Delays will lead to complications."
Kael'thas thought for a moment and said, "Sandar Hill is nearing completion, and Eldre'Thalas will be soon too—two months, two months at most. I will invite Princess Theradras to help and ask King Magni and High Tinker Mekkatorque to send more personnel."
This was certainly good for the Alliance, but Khadgar didn't quite understand.
The Alliance nations already had Quel'Thalas contributing the most, and now His Highness wanted to send more people and ask the Dwarves and Gnomes for help, incurring favors. Didn't he feel it was a loss?
Kael'thas certainly didn't feel it was a loss.
The Void Rift here was a gateway to Draenor, a passage for the orc invasion, and also a passage for the counterattack on Draenor.
If they can go, so can I!
Draenor was a planet roughly the same size as Azeroth, with abundant resources, enough to support millions of troops.
Even if it shattered into Outland, there was still a considerable area, with a total surface area much larger than Lordaeron.
Not only did he want to invest more resources in building the Keep of Ensorcellment, but he also wanted to gain control of this fortress, thereby gaining the initiative to attack Draenor.
He not only wanted to invite Princess Theradras but also to send more troops to completely control this fortress.
All Alliance nations viewed the Keep of Ensorcellment as a burden and were unwilling to invest too many resources. For him, this was an excellent opportunity to seize control.
As the two arrived at the castle gate, they encountered a young man with a worried expression.
He was a human male, under thirty, with a young face that seemed chiseled, marked by the erosion of time and hardship, full of fatigue and sorrow.
"What's wrong, Master VanCleef?" Khadgar inquired.
"Good morning, Master Khadgar."
Edwin VanCleef greeted him and looked at Kael'thas: "This is—"
"Kael'thas."
"So it's the Vice Marshal!"
Edwin VanCleef immediately became enthusiastic.
An Elven Prince meant little to him, but the Vice Marshal of the Allied Forces was different.
Stormwind City was recaptured with the Vice Marshal's help, and the orcs in the Stormwind Kingdom were eliminated with the Vice Marshal's dispatched aid. More than half of the Stonemasons' Guild owed the Vice Marshal a favor.
In the hearts of the Stormwind Kingdom's citizens, the Vice Marshal's status was second only to Marshal Lothar, ranking second, and even slightly higher than the young King.
"You seem in low spirits. Have you encountered any problems? Insufficient manpower or material shortages?" Kael'thas asked.
"Both, but these are not for me to worry about. I'm just a worker; I do as much work as they give me people and materials. What I'm worried about is..." Edwin VanCleef hesitated.
The problem lay in Stormwind City, and he wasn't sure if he should tell these two.
"Could it be that the payment hasn't been made?" Kael'thas recalled what happened to this Master Assassin later.
"...Yes."
Edwin VanCleef sighed.
Khadgar's expression was grave: "Lothar didn't pay you? That shouldn't be; he's not that kind of person."
The Keep of Ensorcellment was constructed by the Stormwind Kingdom. Whether it was building the Keep of Ensorcellment or rebuilding Stormwind City, the highest decision-maker was Marshal Lothar, who was the Regent of the Stormwind Kingdom.
Edwin VanCleef shook his head: "The Regent is very busy and has no time for such trivial matters. Construction is handled by Countess Katrana Prestor."
Khadgar looked bewildered: "Who is she?"
He was a mage, a young mage devoted to studying magic, inexperienced in the world, and had almost no dealings with nobles from various nations. He had never even heard of this name.
Edwin VanCleef explained: "I'm not sure either. I heard she's a noble from the Alterac Kingdom. She only arrived in Stormwind City after the war ended, and within a few months, she had infiltrated the noble circles. She's very charming, and many nobles are fond of her—regardless of gender."
"So it's her." Kael'thas secretly nodded and asked, "She instigated the nobles not to pay you?"
Edwin VanCleef quickly waved his hands: "No, no, the Countess is very friendly to us. She was the one who privately told me about this, and she even fought for our interests. It's those corrupt old nobles who are too hateful; they want to delay and cut our rightful payment!"
"It's over, Big Van has also been charmed," Kael'thas said. "I will help you with this matter. Go and get busy."
"Thank you, Vice Marshal!"
Edwin VanCleef was overjoyed and quickly went to find the other stonemasons to tell them the good news.
"Your Highness, this is an internal affair of the Stormwind Kingdom. Do you really want to interfere?" Khadgar asked, puzzled.
According to his understanding of His Royal Highness, he would not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries unless there was sufficient benefit.
"Internal affairs? No, no, this matter is not that simple." Kael'thas smiled.
The so-called Countess was actually Onyxia, Deathwing's daughter, an ancient Red Dragon whose power was no less than Krasus's.
Her infiltration into the Stormwind Kingdom was clearly at Deathwing's behest, aiming to gain control of the Stormwind Kingdom and, by extension, the entire Alliance.
"Onyxia is making moves, and Deathwing and Nefarian are probably also active. It seems many historical events are going to happen earlier."
Deathwing had only lost some armor plates, which were easily repaired.
This time, he had learned his lesson and did not stand at the forefront but remained hidden behind the scenes.
Dragons naturally possessed shapeshifting abilities, and the Black Dragonflight was known for its cunning and treachery.
An ancient Black Dragon hiding in human society would be difficult to discover unless encountered face-to-face by a legendary spellcaster, such as a mage or priest.
And Stormwind City, precisely, lacked such an existence, which allowed Onyxia to exploit the loophole.
"The person you wanted me to meet was VanCleef?" Kael'thas looked at the Archmage.
"No, it's someone else."
He led Kael'thas to his residence and closed the door.
Kael'thas immediately sensed a powerful aura hidden in the shadows, feeling as if he was being targeted by death itself. A chill ran down his spine, and his hair stood on end.
He wasn't nervous at all. Instead, he looked in a certain direction and smiled: "Not many people can make me feel the threat of death, and you are one of them, Garona Halforcen, the Kingslayer."
The shadow veil tore open, and the petite half-orc assassin appeared in the real world.
This legendary assassin, a Draenei and orc hybrid, stared at Kael'thas, her hands tightly gripping daggers, her eyes filled with vigilance: "How did you know it was me?"
"There aren't many legendary rogues in Azeroth. Pasollina Shaw specializes in stealth, not assassination. Jorach Ravenholdt wouldn't be idly coming to the Keep of Ensorcellment. Coupled with your connection to Khadgar, you're the only one I can think of."
Kael'thas was somewhat curious: "Four years ago, did you approach Khadgar like this and kill him?"
He couldn't recall the plot of "The Last Guardian," only knowing that Lothar, Khadgar, and Garona had teamed up to kill Medivh. The specific process was unclear.
"No, I was discovered by him before I even entered Karazhan. My stealth was meaningless in front of him."
"I didn't play much of a role in that battle. It was his own soul resisting Sargeras, which gave us the opportunity. Khadgar's dagger pierced his heart, and Lothar's greatsword cut off his head."
Garona's expression was dim, and Khadgar's face also looked unwell.
"I apologize, I shouldn't have brought that up." Kael'thas quickly apologized.
Garona was Medivh's woman.
Not only did the two have a relationship, but they also had a child. That incident back then was too painful for her, and it was immoral to open old wounds.
Speaking of which, among the trio who killed Medivh, Garona was Medivh's woman, Khadgar was Medivh's only disciple, and Lothar was Medivh's good friend from childhood.
To be killed by the three people closest to him, Medivh was truly tragic. "It's all in the past."
Garona said lightly, putting away her daggers: "To be able to sense my presence, you're not much worse than Gul'dan. Khadgar was right; you indeed have that ability."
"Of course, Your Highness is currently the most powerful mage in the Eastern Continent, bar none. If he can't do it, then no one can." Khadgar was full of confidence.
Kael'thas looked at Garona, releasing his mental power, sensing an extremely subtle yet powerful magical force: "Are you hoping I can help you remove the magical power Gul'dan left within you?"
"How did Your Highness know?" Khadgar asked, puzzled.
Garona had been controlled by Gul'dan's magic since childhood, becoming the sharpest dagger in his hand, specialized in assassinating enemies, including the former King Llane Wrynn of the Stormwind Kingdom.
This was a secret known to no one.
If Garona hadn't spoken it herself, even Khadgar would have been completely unaware.
How did Kael'thas know?