Stormwind City is in danger.
Krasus found Robbie and shared the information about the Red Dragon Queen with a gloating expression.
Now, Draenor World is filled with Holy Light, and the plants and animals have mutated. No one knows what the future holds. The Ogres of Highmaul and the two Orcs Clans of Frostfire Ridge have no choice but to flee to Azeroth.
Robbie didn't seem to care, and laughed, "You're reminding me because you're worried about Silvermoon City?"
Krasus nodded, and said with certainty:
"If the Ogres and Orcs enter Azeroth from Karazhan, Dalaran immediately declare neutrality. Stormwind City, without King, will soon fall, and all humans will become slaves. Then they will attack Ironforge. The Lightforging Orcs at Light's Hope Chapel might put up a fight for a while, but I don't think they have a good chance. Lightforging Orcs weaknesses have already been figured out."
Robbie said casually, "Taking Stormwind City won't be easy. Besides, Ogres and Orcs are hard to unite, and internal strife will break out once they suffer setbacks."
Krasus didn't believe in Stormwind City's strength. "I know the strength of humans. The strongest are the two Guardians and the Dalaran Mages. Unfortunately, the Guardians are on the opposite side of humanity, Dalaran is nothing more than a meat storehouse for the Orcs. However, this is a good opportunity for me."
"What opportunity?" Robbie asked, surprised.
Krasus said mysteriously, "I've sensed something subtle. Medivh is in league with our Queen, both controlled by Ancient Evil from the Maw. The Queen and Medivh are not on good terms; you could say they have a deep-seated hatred. If Stormwind City needs help, I can suggest that the Queen help deal with the Ogres and Orcs."
Robbie asked with a smile, "What price will Stormwind City have to pay?"
"King," Krasus said without hesitation, "Onyxia can be the Countess of Stormwind City, so why can't I be King?"
Robbie patted him on the shoulder and said, "Since you're interested, let's all go to Karazhan and do some scouting."
Karazhan, deep underground.
The cave walls are inlaid with countless Magic Crystals, illuminating the cave as if it were daytime, and below is a surging underground river.
Directly above the underground river, countless dark chains crisscross, suspending a Portal made of cast iron.
A suspended Portal; destroying its chains will cause it to fall into an underground river and disappear without a trace.
Twilight Father, also known as Medivh, was still wearing his hooded black robe, standing with his hands behind his back in Portal.
Behind him stood a Treant with lush green leaves, gazing at the Portal before him with a complex expression.
After the Holy Light's Gate in Theramore was sealed, both Highmaul and Frostfire Ridge were plunged into dire straits. In this critical moment, the relationship between the two sides became delicate, and they secretly reached a cooperation agreement.
Durotan found Thrall's old diary and learned about Medivh and Karazhan.
Imperator Mar'gok recovered a relic left behind by Garrosh from Grommash Hold: a Time-Space Hourglass Shard.
It was thanks to this fragment that Highmaul was able to send people into Azeroth.
The two sides quickly reached an agreement and decided to send a messenger to Medivh for help.
Unfortunately, choosing a messenger was a problem, as both sides distrusted each other and needed a representative whom both could trust.
Gorgrond, the strongest Genesaur, and the Tarlna the Ageless, became the most suitable candidate.
When Draenor entered the Age of Holy Light, Talnar sensed something amiss and, eager to escape, agreed.
Talnar transformed into Treant and entered Azeroth. He was quite lucky and successfully found Medivh. He used the millennia-long wealth of Highmaul and the Frostwolf Clan and Lei Shen Clans as a bargaining chip to have Medivh build a Portal.
Medivh was very interested in the Titans Ruins of Highmaul and the Gronn skulls of the Thunderlord Clan, so he agreed.
"Look, this is the great wonder I built!" Medivh boasted.
"A Portal suspended above an underground river—no one in Azeroth possesses such technology except me."
Talnar muttered in dissatisfaction, "Are you worried that the Ogres and Orcs will back out? That's not like a Guardian."
Medivh chuckled and said, "Don't forget you're on the run. You entered Azeroth through Time-Space Hourglass Shard, thinking you'd really escaped Draenor safely? You've lived in Draenor World for years, leaving a deep imprint on it. If you encounter Bronze Dragonflight, or Star Mage like me, they can easily send you back."
This is not an exaggeration. The Tarlna the Ageless has lived for countless years. Although he does not understand some profound magic, he has at least heard of it.
Medivh waved his hand and said, "As long as you go through my Portal, the mark on you can be completely erased. The Holy Light's Gate in Theramore is not worthy of comparison."
"I'd like to discuss the selection of personnel," Talnar argued earnestly, "Five hundred Ogres and five hundred Orcs each is far too few."
"The items you can offer are only enough to get this many people through the Portal."
Medivh's tone was resolute. "While I'm not worried about the Ogres and Orcs bringing chaos to Azeroth —after all, I've caused far greater chaos in the past—you are different from the Orcs. The Orcs are merely being used by me; it's just a transaction with you."
Talnar frowned. "The Orcs brought out far fewer supplies than those from Highmaul, so why are they also sending five hundred men?"
"It's for balance," Medivh chuckled. "Besides, Ogres are far larger than Orcs, so I didn't mind."
Talnar continued to try and persuade him, spitting out eloquent arguments, but unfortunately, Medivh wouldn't change his mind once he made up his mind.
At Highmaul, Imperator Mar'gok received the message and could only sigh helplessly.
"Five hundred it is, it's better than all of them being stuck in Draenor."
Mar'gok looked up at the sky, then quickly looked down, his eyes flashing with golden light.
Holy Light poured into Draenor, causing a great change to the entire world. The once azure sky disappeared, and the heavens were now shrouded in a dazzling golden light.
Now, Mar'gok deeply regrets his actions. He shouldn't have coveted the power of the Holy Light and painstakingly built the Great Pyramid, bringing disaster to the Draenor World.
Mar'gok summoned the Ogre Butcher and the earth Elemental Lords Tectus, pointing to the location of Goldshire on the map of Azeroth.
"This is Kingdom of Stormwind, inhabited by a race called humans, the same kind as Medivh, Khadgar, and Jaina. After you arrive in Karazhan, first learn the method to transform into a human from Medivh, then secretly infiltrate Goldshire to scout and prepare for conquering Kingdom of Stormwind."
Tectus asked in a deep voice, "Are all humans Archmages?"
Mar'gok paused for a moment, then said, "Fool, humans are just weak creatures of flesh and blood. There are very few strong ones among them. If you want, you can just raze Goldshire to the ground."
The Ogre Butcher grinned. "Imperator Majesty, what are we waiting for? Why not just enslave these weak creatures and turn them into our food?"
Mar'gok said coldly, "Azeroth is complex, with many incredible beings. Your mission is merely reconnaissance; you are absolutely not allowed to cause trouble, or I will not forgive you."