Garrosh knelt reverently on the ground, his face filled with anticipation.
The mysterious being said meaningfully, "Jaina is quite the schemer. If she succeeds, it will surely overshadow the opening of the Dark Portal."
Garrosh understood instantly.
Guardian Medivh.
The opening of the Dark Portal and the Orcs invasion of Azeroth were orchestrated by the Guardian Medivh, bringing countless calamities to Azeroth.
Jaina had planned everything meticulously, but she overlooked Medivh's attitude, which proved fatal.
Garrosh smirked, a cruel smile playing on his lips, "Thank you, great being. I'll get to work on the preparations now."
Guardian Medivh, has a dedicated laboratory in Orgrimmar and spends most of his time in Karazhan, so he can teleport there instantly should anything happen in Orgrimmar.
Medivh is the Guardian of Orgrimmar. Like a kind old hen, he spreads his wings and lovingly protects the Orcs.
There are many reasons why Thrall lost his position as Warchief, but the most direct factor was Medivh.
Medivh nurtured Thrall, but unfortunately Thrall disappointed Medivh in many ways, especially in the failed campaign against the Lich King.
However, Medivh was not satisfied with Garrosh, but until he found the perfect leader, he could only let Garrosh remain in that position temporarily.
Garrosh was well aware of Medivh's attitude, so on the one hand, he tried his best to prove himself, such as by building the Iron Horde, to show that he was stronger than Thrall.
On the other hand, Garrosh learned a great deal from Thrall's lesson and maintained a distant relationship with Medivh to reduce Medivh's suspicions.
Now, Jaina has become the greatest threat to Orgrimmar, Garrosh has no choice but to turn to Medivh for help.
Garrosh personally traveled to Karazhan and was received by Medivh; the two met in the living room.
As Garrosh described Jaina's plans, Medivh, dressed in black robes, gazed intently at the starry sky outside the window.
Garrosh gazed cautiously at the starry sky outside, a look of confusion on his face. He clearly remembered that it was noon when he entered, so it was already dark.
The wonders of Karazhan left Garrosh completely bewildered.
"I had absolutely no idea." A dangerous glint flashed in Medivh's eyes.
"Jaina, she's really grown up."
Medivh clearly remembered that in the Orcs internment camp, with her still-naive acting skills, she disguised herself with a saintly expression and took the crying orc Orcs from the Orcs mother's arms. In order to make the baby Orcs obey, Jaina secretly used a secret potion to make the baby Orcs smile. She was called a female Naaru by the Orcs.
That seemingly fragile but cunning little girl has grown up to this extent.
"Her wings have hardened; she wants to fly higher and farther."
Medivh turned around, a chilling smile playing on his lips. The sheer coldness he exuded sent shivers down Garrosh's spine.
"Over the years, not a single eagle has escaped my grasp." Medivh's eyes gleamed with a hunter's dangerous light.
"Garrosh, go back. Remember, you've never been to Karazhan."
Garrosh was filled with trepidation, bowed deeply, and carefully took a step back, his clothes completely soaked with sweat, as if he had just walked on the edge of life and death.
Coldarra, the Nexus, is the gathering place of the Blue Dragonflight.
Kalecgos soared through the dim sky, and before him stood a dozen Blue Dragonflight blocking his path.
"Look who's back, disgrace to the Blue Dragonflight, weak Kalecgos."
Vyragosa, a Blue Dragonflight of similar age to Kalecgos, proudly raised his head:
"Theramore is your home, Kalecgos. Face your place; you are already a traitor to the Blue Dragonflight."
When faced with the invasion of the Red Dragonflight, Kalecgos chose to flee in a humiliating way, a stain on his life.
Kalecgos Pride declared, "I am now the Aspect of the Blue, your leader."
"Who knows? The Dragon Kings acknowledge it, but none of us Blue Dragonflight recognize you," Vyragosa sneered.
A small figure appeared on Kalecgos's back. Jaina stood facing the cold wind, her golden hair fluttering in the breeze.
Gazing at the beautiful ring of the Nexus, Jaina chuckled, "Is this your home, Kalec? It seems your people don't welcome you."
Kalecgos replied in a low voice, "Like humans, the Blue Dragonflight only welcome the strong and oppress the weak."
Jaina's beautiful eyes sparkled. "Is that so? Then it's simple, just beat them until they submit."
Narygos, a raging Blue Dragonflight, sneered, "You lowly human, I know you are an Archmage, perhaps one of the best among mortals, but do you think you can defeat a dozen adult Blue Dragonflight? Human, you will pay the price for your Pride."
Jaina's expression turned serious. "Wrong, it's you who are Pride. You are indifferent to everything, sleeping soundly in this cold corner, unaware that the world has already turned upside down. What makes you think you can fight me?"
Red, purple, blue, and other beautiful magical powers swirled around Jaina. The different magical energies intertwined and combined in a specific way, forming a terrifying tornado. Jaina and Kalecgos were at the center of the tornado.
Teraligos, now the eldest of the Blue Dragonflight, stood before his kin and said in a deep voice:
"As a human, you should be proud to possess such powerful magic, but it's far from enough to defeat the Blue Dragonflight, even though our numbers are much smaller than before."
Teraligos opened his mouth and spat out a purple orb of light, which grew larger and larger, protecting his people.
No matter how violent the magical energy is, it becomes as gentle as a breeze and drizzle when it encounters the sphere of light.
Meanwhile, the other dozen or so Blue Dragonflight joined forces to cast a spell, brewing a powerful magic.
The Blue Dragonflight possess the most comprehensive Arcane Magic in Azeroth, but they lack flexibility and are far inferior in spellcasting skills.
When facing a highly skilled Archmage like Jaina, the most direct approach is to overwhelm her with overwhelming magical power.
Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, no skill is of any use.
Jaina nodded approvingly:
"Very good, indeed remarkable magic. It is indeed presumptuous of me to challenge the entire Blue Dragonflight alone. Unfortunately, you have a terrible weakness, which you may not even be aware of yourself."
Beside Jaina, portal after Portal opened, from which emerged green-skinned, grotesque humanoid creatures.
Orcs.
At the same time, Jaina was standing on a blue ring that was constantly flashing with a mysterious golden light.
Initially, the Blue Dragonflight were full of courage, but when enveloped by the golden light, Blue Dragonflight all changed color, the magic they were preparing was forced to stop, and several Blue Dragonflight were even unable to maintain their flight form and fell from the sky.
An oval-shaped halo appeared beneath the Orcs' feet, helping them float in the air and move towards the Blue Dragonflight. Many Orcs felt dizzy, nauseous, and vomiting.
Even worse off than the Orcs were the Blue Dragonflight, who did not retreat when faced with Red Dragonflight that outnumbered them many times over.
But against the Orcs, who were far weaker than themselves, the Blue Dragonflight's wings gradually lost their strength.
When the Orcs approached the purple shield, Teraligos lost his composure; fear rendered his spells ineffective.
Jaina laughed sarcastically, "Just as I expected, you've fed Orcs ten thousand years, and deep down you're already terrified of Orcs. You can't blame anyone else but the Dragon Kings, who buried your fear of Orcs deep in your bones. I'm just drawing out Orcs fear."