Thrall drew his sharp dagger, a cruel grin spreading across his face, ready to personally dismember Saurfang the Great.
Medivh frowned slightly. Thrall's accusations against Saurfang seemed somewhat indirect, since the Guardian Medivh had fled from Kel'Thuzad, which, in a society that values strength above all else, was seen as a sign of weakness.
Medivh raised an eyebrow, widened his eyes, and loudly reprimanded Thrall:
"You cruel beast, put down your dagger!"
"This ancient Altar connects to the world of the Burning Legion. Saurfang is an experimental subject of the Burning Legion's Orcs modifications; his safety is crucial to the future of all Orcs. Thrall, place Saurfang on the Altar."
Slightly displeased by the Guardian's reprimand, Thrall muttered something under his breath, but he dared not disobey the Guardian's orders and obeyed, hoisting the dying Saurfang onto the Altar in a brutal manner.
"Damn it, you foolish Orcs, you'll get him killed. Saurfang is a great help to your cause."
Medivh guessed Thrall's thoughts. When he heard that Saurfang had been transformed by the Burning Legion, he felt somewhat uncomfortable, driven by jealousy.
Saurfang lay on the Altar emitted a green glow, and Fel energy enveloped his entire body as Saurfang injuries gradually healed.
This has always been how Saurfang repairs his body.
Seeing that Saurfang was about to recover, Medivh snorted. He was in a bad mood, his face was cold, and he didn't say anything before teleporting back to Karazhan.
Medivh first went to the basement to take a look at the slowly rotating Fel pool, then went up to the top-floor observatory to check the celestial phenomena of the previous night. He then entered the Arcane node observation room to check if the collected Arcane energy was stable. After that, he went to the stable to check on his beloved horse Midnight, and then went to the balcony to cuddle with his flying mount Nightbane for a while.
Finally, I checked the Opera House's program, and it was still the same old shows; the new operas hadn't been rehearsed yet.
After finishing all his usual tasks, Medivh strolled to the library, poured himself a glass of plum brandy, found the book he hadn't finished reading last time, and began to read it with great interest.
Medivh was reading intently, and he was also listening carefully.
I listened carefully and waited patiently for a long time, but there was still no sound.
That familiar, agonizing scream has vanished today.
Medivh's face darkened, his mood particularly gloomy. Too many things had gone wrong today. He put down "Tyrande and the Tiger's Untold Secret" and rang the butler's bell with displeasure.
The butler Moroes, dressed in a red fine-woven servant's uniform and wearing a black eye patch, knocked gently on the door and tiptoed in.
"Moroes obeys your call, Astromancer."
"Why weren't our distinguished guests entertained, Moroes? Don't tell me you're slacking off," Medivh asked, clearly displeased.
Moroes hesitated for a moment, then slowly said:
"My Astromancer Mage, you know I'm quite enthusiastic about entertaining that young guest—damn, he's a High Elf, probably older than my great-great-grandfather. Anyway, I digress. This morning, during our usual entertaining of our distinguished guest, I heard him utter..."
Moroes considered the appropriate wording. "A soft scream."
"A soft scream?" Medivh rubbed his forehead, thinking for a moment. "You mean a groan?"
"Yes, yes, groaning is a more accurate description. After careful observation, it seems my hospitality brings the guest some kind of special pleasure. I even checked at the library, and similar symptoms are not uncommon among High Elves. The guest has been hiding his preferences from us, which is very impolite."
This is truly sad news.
Medivh stood up, his expression calm, and said, "Let's go, let's go see our distinguished guest."
The Elven Prince Kael'thas was bound to a cross stake, his brilliant golden hair flowing freely. He was completely naked except for a piece of cloth around his waist, with a wet leather whip beside him. His smooth, delicate skin was free of any marks, because after each enthusiastic "hospitality," Test Subject 012 would treat his injuries.
As the Prince of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas suffered such treatment entirely because of his philandering.
That year, the little girl Jaina arrived in Dalaran and became the apprentice of the Archmage Antonidas. Her apple-blossom complexion, clear and pure eyes, and especially the unique salty smell of the Kul Tiras Maritime Kingdom, immediately attracted Prince Kael'thas.
Kael'thas tried everything to get close to Jaina, but the little girl Jaina wasn't interested in this super weird uncle who was hundreds of years older than her. This only fueled his desire to conquer her. The handsome Prince Kael'thas had a history of philandering for hundreds of years and had almost never tasted defeat.
After learning more, Kael'thas discovered that Jaina 'Dalaran was to enhance her social standing. Becoming a Dalaran Mage would greatly increase her value, allowing her to marry better, perhaps even a Prince.
In fact, Jaina's magical talent was very poor, and she had difficulty even graduating as a magic apprentice, which had been a source of great distress for her.
In his quest to win the heart of his beloved, Kael'thas, in a moment of folly, stole his family's secret technique—the secret to the Sunstrider Court' superior strength compared to other High Elves, a technique remarkably similar to the power of the Guardian Medivh.
Kael'thas was quite powerful, but his knowledge of magic was very limited. He didn't understand how to properly cast arcane spells, and because he had stolen them, he didn't dare to ask the professionals in his family for advice.
Kael'thas thought of a colleague, Kel'Thuzad, also a member of the Council of Six.
Kel'Thuzad was an anomaly in Dalaran, always wearing a sour face as if everyone owed him a million gold coins. He rarely saw anyone except when he was holed up in his laboratory, a unique existence so cool that he had no friends.
Unlike most of the Archmage Dalaran who came from noble families, Kel'Thuzad's origins were extremely humble.
He was born into an ordinary Hillsbrad farm family. His parents made a living by renting land from local lords and were very simple Lordaeron farmers. Kel'Thuzad's performance in Dalaran mediocre at first, but his hard work and dedication were admirable. As his knowledge accumulated, he finally began to show his talent at a very old age.
The Council of Six members of the Dalaran Mage Council each had their own strengths. For example, Antonidas was adept at social maneuvering and knew how to navigate complex situations; Krasus was the consort of the Red Dragon Queen; Kael'thas was the Elven Prince; and Kel'Thuzad was able to reach his position because of his extensive knowledge and exceptional combat skills.
Kael'thas felt that Kel'Thuzad, who had no friends, must be very reliable, so he humbly sought his advice.
Kel'Thuzad did not disappoint Kael'thas, quickly figuring out the principles of the arcane art. Kael'thas used this as a pretext to approach Jaina, but before he could achieve his goal, shocking news arrived.
Guardian Medivh was defeated by Kel'Thuzad.
So, on a dark and stormy night, in a luxurious manor in the Kingdom of Alterac, on the warm bed of a beautiful noblewoman, Prince Kael'thas, completely naked, was brought to Dalaran by Medivh.