Outside the Orcs internment camp, an Orcs soldier brought over a chair. Medivh sat comfortably in the chair, while Eitrigg stood by his side, nodding to Medivh to indicate that everything was ready.
Medivh glanced at the pale-faced Jaina and chuckled:
"Relax, relax, little girl, don't be nervous. You represent the Orcs in demanding food from King Terenas, and you've always been so confident, daring to challenge the King. Why are you trembling? That's right, the human King won't kill you, but the cruel Orcs will mercilessly tear you apart, mash you up, and eat you. You're afraid, aren't you? You personally raised the Orcs to be so mighty and powerful, bringing disaster to the people of Lordaeron. How do you feel about that, little girl?"
Jaina's beautiful face twisted in pain as she gritted her teeth and said, "My esteemed Guardian, I was the one who was deceived."
Medivh gently shook his finger, like a wise elder, and smiled warmly:
"Wrong, wrong. You are not lacking in wisdom; you possess excellent logical analysis skills. The only flaw is a slight stubbornness, but that is not enough to cloud your judgment. You see, when you were arguing with King Terenas, just a glance outside the palace was enough for you to know the state of the people of Lordaeron."
Medivh's eyes shone with an all-seeing light, as if he could see right through Jaina's heart:
"What has affected your intelligence, making you so foolish and pedantic? Let me see the little secrets deep within your heart, those things that influence your thinking, hidden at the bottom of your subconscious, perhaps even you yourself are unaware of your true self. Oh, I see, you are not content to be a princess or a noblewoman, you do not want to stay in the palace for long, you want to achieve something great, you think everyone around you is a fool, only you are the smartest, you want to be the people's queen, you want to control everything, you enjoy that high and mighty position."
"Very good, very good, really good."
Medivh nodded in satisfaction and clapped his hands vigorously in praise:
"So even though you realize something is wrong, your inner instincts ignore it. Subconsciously, you need to use the Orcs as an excuse to achieve your own ambitions and reach the pinnacle of power. You think you are compassionate, but you don't even know what compassion is. You feel nothing for the Orcs, you are blind to the suffering of your human brethren, all your kindness and goodness are a disguise. Look at the real you hidden in this beautiful body, how cruel, how ruthless, without a trace of mercy, as cold as the eternal Frost of Northrend, crystal clear, flawless. To achieve your ambitions, you would even kill your own parents and siblings, very good."
The id, ego, and superego represent different levels of human consciousness and influence human thought. As an Archmage capable of seeing into people's hearts, Medivh has done extensive research in this area.
"You're wrong, Medivh. Do you think I'm some kind of heartless beast?"
Jaina didn't want to admit Medivh's statement. She had thought she was very compassionate, but upon reflection, Medivh's words were almost spot on and perfectly aligned with her own beliefs.
The most valuable quality in a person is self-awareness. Often, people don't understand themselves and need guidance from others.
Jaina's voice was incredibly shrill, trying to mask her inner fear and anxiety. "I would never harm my own family, never, for any reason."
Medivh was silent for a moment, probably thinking of his parents, the warm harbor in his heart. Medivh's gaze wandered, and he began to waver slightly in his judgment.
"Alright, Jaina, I must apologize to you. Even the cruelest beast wouldn't go that far." Medivh turned to Eitrigg and smiled, "Do you understand? This little girl is just using the Orcs; she's not Orcs benefactor."
Eitrigg grinned and said, "We Orcs have never known the meaning of gratitude."
"Look, only Orcs are purely Evil, never hesitating for a moment. We humans are too complicated, always worrying about this and that, easily making mistakes. This world is cruel; once you make a mistake, you must pay a heavy price. Just like King Terenas, he disappointed me greatly. So now, the game begins."
This is a very simple game. The prey needs to run as fast as it can, and the hunter counts to three before shooting an arrow. If the prey is lucky enough to dodge the arrow, it will successfully escape.
"I am a noblewoman, and I want to be treated as I am worthy of my status," Jaina said. She did not want to be a target for Orcs to hunt, like a lowly slave.
Medivh thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Very well, I will treat you as befits a nobleman. Now, young lady, please join us to watch the hunt."
Jaina stood beside Medivh, sporting an arrogant expression.
The two Mage Apprentices who came with Jaina were not nobles. They stood nervously at the starting line, both with resigned smiles. Looking at the two Orcs holding bows and arrows, their eyes were as sharp as eagles, their arms were incredibly thick, and their hands were covered in calluses. They were clearly experienced hunters.
"Jaina, please deliver a message to Lisa in Lakeshire Kingdom of Stormwind, and tell her that I will always love her. Please," the young Mage Apprentice pleaded, clasping his hands together.
Another, slightly older apprentice shook his head, as if he had taken life and death in stride, and said with a bitter laugh:
"I have nothing to hold me back. My family was wiped out by the Orcs long ago, and I can't take revenge. There's no point in living anymore. I just hope that the world of the dead is free of Orcs. Farewell, my Azeroth. Farewell, my Dalaran."
Eitrigg stood by the starting line, swinging his arms vigorously.
"One two three."
Eitrigg shouted quickly; this clever and cunning old Orcs never left his enemies with any chance of survival.
The Mage Apprentices desperately used the Blink, but three consecutive Blinks were their limit, and they only managed to escape fifty meters away.
At this distance, almost any trained hunter in Azeroth could hit their target with perfect accuracy.
The older Mage Apprentice Blink a little too close. Seeing his younger companion running desperately ahead, he deliberately adjusted his direction, hoping to use his body to shield his comrade from the arrow.
"Your Lisa is waiting for you; I hope you survive." The older Mage Apprentice prayed silently for his companion.
Whoosh!
The arrow flew out with a whoosh.
Flutter!
The two arrows pierced the soil almost simultaneously.
"Huh! That's strange, why did it miss?" Both Orcs looked annoyed.
"Missed it? You two useless trash!" Eitrigg's face turned pale with anger. Seeing that the two Mage Apprentices hadn't gone far, he shouted, "Chase them! Don't let them escape!"
"Fine, let them go."
Medivh closed his eyes, carefully sensing the changes in the laws. After a while, he opened them and muttered to himself, "A mysterious and interesting power is interfering with this game. It seems that even the Guardians have secrets they don't know."
In a deserted little farm, Arthas let out a long sigh of relief.
"The Restless Souls are bidding me farewell," Arthas said to Robbie. "They are going to the world of the dead, where they will finally find their rest."