The middle-aged man's eyebrows suddenly twitched; his dejection and negativity vanished, replaced by a ruthlessness and brutality.
The small room felt like facing countless rapidly spinning blades, sending chills down one's spine.
"I am Medivh, the Guardian of Azeroth, and a top student of the Sargeras Void Academy."
Naruk Xil's voice remained clear and melodious, but it was utterly merciless:
"We are all aware of your achievements at the Sargeras Void Academy. If you were truly outstanding, you would have been a general in the Burning Legion long ago, and Azeroth would not have been invaded by the Burning Legion."
Medivh was speechless for a moment, only letting out a heavy, cold snort.
Naruk Xil continued, "According to the rules of the Army of the Light, Azeroth should be under the jurisdiction of the Azeroth. You are the most suitable candidate, and we are just waiting for your nod."
Medivh's face twisted in a grimace as he snarled, "My conditions remain unchanged: find Thrall's soul, Azeroth will belong to the Army of the Light."
Naruk Xil paused, then said regretfully, "We searched the Shadowlands but found no trace of Thrall's soul. The Army of the Light suspects that it may have been taken by the Elune."
Medivh, with his volatile temper, said, "Isn't Elune afraid of Thrall's betrayal? One day, Thrall will devour her."
"It's not good to speak ill of a True God like that," Naruk Xil continued. "Fortunately, we have a way to remedy the situation."
Medivh's expression was indifferent, but he could not hide the burning fire in his eyes.
Naruk Xil said directly:
"We traveled through Timeline, separating a portion of Thrall's soul and body from a certain point in time and nurturing it into a new Thrall. This process was extremely painful."
Medivh chuckled coldly, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "Hand over this Thrall to me."
Naruk Xil patiently advised:
"Medivh, you were betrayed by Thrall, and that's why you're finding it hard to let go. I hope you can calm down. If you lose a game, just start over. There's no need to dwell on the pieces."
"I am the Flesh-Eternal, not you!" Medivh roared in exasperation. "Don't tell me to be magnanimous if you haven't experienced my suffering."
Naruk Xil remained silent for a long while; his clear, melodious voice disappeared, replaced by a dull and suppressed tone.
"Before becoming Naaru, I was the chief Archmage of a planet, and like you, I was the Guardian of that planet. My planet had three kingdoms, which were managed by my three apprentices. I shared my magical knowledge without reservation, so that all the people received the gifts of magic, which aroused the dissatisfaction of some mages."
"Because of my efforts, countless powerful beings were born on the planet. Later, we faced an invasion by a mysterious civilization. The invaders all carried a stone tablet and used magic we had never seen before. In a great battle, I exhausted my magic power and returned to the mage tower to rest. There, I was ambushed by my three apprentices, who locked me in the Earth's core, making me the planet's source of magic. Every time my magic power was extracted, I felt as if my body was being torn apart."
"This process lasted for three thousand years. My will collapsed and was rebuilt time and time again. You know, I even suspect that my former self died long ago, and that I am now a completely new life form."
Medivh's expression changed slightly, and he murmured, "And then?"
"Later, I grasped the deeper mysteries of magic, was freed, and returned to the surface. My enemies were all dead, and the invaders had vanished without a trace. I examined history and discovered that the people were not grateful to me; instead, they blamed me for the invaders. They said it was because I taught magic that magical energy overflowed, attracting the invaders. Hah, how ridiculous! If I hadn't shared magic and cultivated countless powerful beings, our civilization would have been destroyed by the invaders long ago."
Medivh's lips curled slightly. "My mother always said that ordinary people don't know what gratitude is."
Naruk Xil said with heartache, "What saddens me most is that after driving out the invaders, they regarded magic as heresy and refused to use it, making all my efforts futile. Such a civilization has no future, so I did not hesitate to betray them to the Army of the Light, and was promoted to Naaru for my merit."
Medivh's expression shifted slightly, revealing a keen interest.
Naaru, beings of Holy Light who have existed in the universe for countless lifetimes, represent a leap in the level of life compared to ordinary beings of flesh and blood.
Medivh had long heard that the Naaru were all ascended from mortal beings.
"The Azeroth has no future either," Medivh murmured.
Naruk Xil said sincerely, "If the Army of the Light completely controls Azeroth, you will be one of us."
Medivh closed his eyes and thought for a long time, "That's not enough."
A bright crystal appeared before Naruk Xil, like a miniature sun, radiating a rich Holy Light.
"The Holy Light's Heart, also known as the Naaru Core —call it whatever you like—will grant you boundless Power of the Holy Light, even rivaling that of the Naaru."
Naruk Xil explained earnestly.
Medivh smiled with satisfaction, then grabbed the Holy Light's Heart and put it in his mouth.
In an instant, Medivh's body turned into a translucent gold, and his internal organs were clearly visible.
He took a deep breath and exhaled a dense burst of Power of the Holy Light.
"The powerful Power of the Holy Light has compensated for the fragility of my mage body; I am now without flaws." Medivh was delighted. "Is there anything I can do?"
Naruk Xil whispered, "I hope you won't hold a grudge against Thrall. According to our prophecy, Thrall is the Savior of Azeroth, and will help our Army of the Light save Azeroth."
"You want Thrall back, and then help him rise to power?" Medivh said defiantly, "Just like I used to do?"
Naruk Xil replied, "That's right. The Burning Legion also has prophets, and they understand Thrall's importance. Without Thrall, we wouldn't be able to control Azeroth. Look at the chaotic state of Azeroth; even a clown like Chen Stormstout can become the ruler of Kalimdor. It's truly laughable."
Medivh hesitated for a long time before reluctantly agreeing, "Do you have a complete plan?"
"First, we need a piece of land for Thrall to rise to power. My suggestion is Silithus. As long as they don't expand to the Scarab Wall, the Qiraji will never emerge from the ground."
Medivh waved his hand and said, "If we're going to do it, we'll do it perfectly. I guarantee that the Eastern Kingdoms, from Booty Bay to Lordaeron, will all be Thrall's land."
Naruk Xil cautioned, "Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, and Worgen will not agree."
Medivh laughed heartily, and a powerful Power of the Holy Light appeared, transforming the filthy private club into a place of almost divine purity.
"I am the Guardian of Azeroth. I let them die, and they all must die."
After returning to the real Timeline, Robbie parted ways with Krasus and returned to Stormwind City.
Stormwind City remains without a king, which makes the people feel uneasy, but it has no impact on their lives.
Vanessa didn't try to change anything; everything proceeded as planned.
Unbeknownst to them, the people's taxes decreased, and their lives became simpler and more comfortable.
That night, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and a dense Holy Light shone from all directions, making the sky look like a raging fire.
A majestic voice echoed across the sky.
"I am Guardian Medivh. I declare that the end of Kingdom of Stormwind has come, and this land will belong to the Orcs."