The two rushed back to Karazhan one after the other. The Butcher was very anxious and walked in front, while Tectus followed behind suspiciously.
Once they reach a deserted wilderness, the two can revert to their original forms and use their respective abilities to travel quickly.
"I know that your massage of the rabbits seems simple, but it's actually incredibly skillful. Even if you gave them ten thousand years, they wouldn't be able to learn it. Even a stone like me would crave the meat you make. But why did you just leave like that? What were you worried about?" Tectus couldn't help but ask.
The Butcher looked up at the vast night. "For flesh-and-blood creatures, eating is their primary need. Our culinary skills as Ogre don't rely on taste, but on awakening the creature's instinctive need for food. Those two human women have probably forgotten what fresh meat tastes like."
"What kind of meat do they eat?" Tectus asked.
"The Zombie Meat should come from Raven Hill in Darkshire," the Butcher replied.
Tectus shook his head and said, "Zombie Meat and fresh meat make no difference to me, since only your meat tastes good. But you still haven't answered my question."
The Butcher said sternly, "Even you, a rock, know how delicious the meat I make is. Don't they know that too? Yet they still try their best to preserve Zombie Meat. What does that mean?"
"You can only say they're stupid," Tectus said.
The Butcher shook his head. "No, humans are no less intelligent than us. It's just a deep-seated resistance to foreign civilizations, formed by habits accumulated over thousands of years, all for the sake of maximizing the interests of the group. You could also say it's to satisfy the luxurious enjoyment of their King, or, if the King is wise, the desire to conquer."
The Butcher's gaze narrowed slightly. "If even taste buds can compromise for the sake of their race, what else can't be sacrificed? Humans are far more terrifying than Orcs. We Ogres cannot afford to come into contact with such a civilization, or we will easily be assimilated and corrupted."
Tectus asked curiously, "How did I fall into this state? I still don't understand."
The Butcher said coldly, "In our Gorian Empire, all Ogres can learn magic fairly, and their achievements depend solely on their talent. Look at these humans; I've seen many with excellent magical talent along the way, simply because they are commoners. Human class stratification is too severe, which is why we have high-ranking Archmages like Medivh, while ordinary people enjoy no benefit from magic. If this continues, there will only be one outcome."
Taking a deep breath, the Butcher said, "Only Medivh a god; everyone else is a slave, an ant, or even livestock."
Tectus scratched his head. "Actually, the situation is pretty much the same now. Medivh doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people; he's just a god high above him."
The Butcher said coldly, "Such a civilization is extremely dangerous. If someone kills Medivh and then destroys Dalaran, humanity will experience a major magical collapse. Magic will easily be lost little by little, and the final result will be that even Kobold know magic can bully them."
Any tradition that fails to reach a certain number of people will eventually be lost.
Most human Mage are nobles, and they have formed a nearly closed small group.
This led to Dalaran standing idly by when the Orcs invaded Azeroth, leaving the Alliance with no choice but to suffer a crushing defeat.
Suddenly, Tectus seemed to remember something and asked with deep apprehension, "Have you ever heard of Prince Arthas?"
The Butcher's body stiffened, and he said solemnly, "If he returns, I am willing to serve him as my master."
Karazhan.
Since Medivh became Flesh-Eternal, Karazhan has been neglected and gradually turned into ruins due to the leakage of magic, resulting in a large number of Undead creatures.
After Medivh escaped with the power of the gods, he probably did not rebuild Karazhan, likely to maintain secrecy.
Robbie and Krasus arrived in Karazhan, where Krasus, in human form, carefully avoided the ghosts roaming the ruins.
"I suggest we go to the wine cellar first; they're said to have Medivh's long-treasured wines there."
You will encounter a terrifying Alemental.
Robbie bluntly stated, carefully sensing the atmosphere here, and asked in surprise:
"Compared to when I last came, the magic is much more chaotic, and all sorts of anomalies can occur. This is probably a consequence of Medivh forcibly opening the portal. He no longer cares about the safety of Azeroth; he wouldn't be surprised if Archimonde appeared in front of me."
Suddenly, a towering Eredar projection appeared before us, towering and imposing.
"It really is Archimonde." Krasus was terrified.
Thankfully, the projection disappeared quickly.
It may originate from a spacetime rift, a projection of an ancient Battlefield, or it may be a true reflection of some other world.
"What do we do now?" Krasus asked.
"Go find Medivh. He has to explain himself. We can't let him do whatever he wants."
The chaos in Karazhan has threatened the safety of Azeroth, Robbie has decided to no longer conceal his strength.
Deep underground, the long Passageway had long since collapsed, and could only be entered through teleportation magic.
Inside the enormous cave, an underground river flowed slowly, and Iron Gate suspended in mid-air emitted a mysterious, eerie light.
After Robbie and Krasus infiltrated, Medivh was not there; the Tarlna the Ageless and Velen guarded the bottom of the portal.
The two suddenly appeared, Velen's eyes widened as he asked, "How did you get in?"
Robbie waved his hand. "I'll deal with Velen, you take down this Treant."
"Why should I deal with the Treant?"
Krasus muttered to himself as he rushed over.
The Genesaur, Tarlna the Ageless, possessed a massive body, but unfortunately, this was a cave where he couldn't move freely, and fearing he might damage the Iron Gate, he dared not revert to his original form.
Krasus, however, had no such reservations and transformed into his Dragon form, lunging at the Tarlna the Ageless.
"Protect the Portal!" Talnar shouted.
Velen was enveloped in golden Holy Light, and a pair of wings appeared on his back. He leaped high into the air and rushed straight towards the Portal, disappearing from sight.
Robbie hadn't expected Velen to be so determined to escape, and not knowing where the Portal led, he didn't give chase.
Talnar cried out in desperation, Krasus's claws snapped his branch short. Helpless, Talnar reverted to his original form with a loud bang.
Genesaur, comparable in size to Dragon, appeared, and suddenly the cave was filled with greenery, its damp walls covered in moss.
Although the cave was spacious, it felt cramped with two enormous creatures crammed in.
Talnar climbed up the chains to the Portal, his heavy body causing the surrounding chains to creak under the strain.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll destroy the Portal."
Robbie and Krasus were baffled; they had come to destroy the Portal, so this was exactly what they wanted.
Talnar whispered, "Do you know where the Portal leads?"
Highmaul.
After listening to the Butcher's report, Imperator Mar'gok nodded solemnly.
"It seems that plotting to seize Stormwind City was not a wise move. Fortunately, we are outnumbered; Medivh only gave us five hundred slots, which makes things easier. Do you have any suggestions?"
The Butcher bowed and said, "My suggestion is to go to Gadgetzan in Tanaris, where a group of Ogres originally lived. That way, we can keep an eye on each other."
After a moment's thought, Imperator Mar'gok said, "Gadgetzan is a good choice. Goblins are businessmen; as long as we pay them enough, we'll have a place to stay."