Medivh, Orcs.
The combination of these two words feels natural, as if they were originally one family.
Many scholars of Azeroth believe that Medivh was actually an Orcs.
The people of Stormwind City were awakened from their sleep and took to the streets, gazing at the fiery red sky covered in Holy Light, filled with unease.
A very small number of Peace Doves, who remained hidden, were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and they murmured to themselves:
"The day has finally come. Humans are only fit to be food for Orcs. All humans deserve to die. This land should belong to the Orcs."
Medivh floated in mid-air, his body radiating endless Holy Light, so bright that he seemed like a god descending to earth, reigning supreme and smug.
Just then, a voice that Medivh hated vehemently rang out.
"Everflesh Medivh, the Fleshman, go back to Orgrimmar! You're nothing but Orcs food."
"Kel'Thuzad, you old bastard, you're still alive?"
Medivh was seething with hatred; in his younger days, Kel'Thuzad had been his mortal enemy.
The reason Medivh requested the Holy Light's Heart from the Army of the Light was because he was no match for Kel'Thuzad Medivh.
"Ha ha, Kel'Thuzad, times have changed. I'll show you who the true Guardian of Azeroth is."
Medivh gathered powerful Holy Light in his hand, compressing it layer by layer to form a Holy Light Orb with a diameter of over one meter, which he then slammed towards Stormwind City.
It must be said that Medivh has a unique understanding of Holy Light, compressing Holy Light using the principles of Arcane Magic.
If this Holy Light Orb were to explode, half of Stormwind City would be razed to the ground.
Kel'Thuzad remained calm and composed, his resounding voice echoing throughout Stormwind City:
"Holy Light is prohibited in Stormwind City."
Boom!
The highly compressed Holy Light Orb dissipated, and the countless Holy Light Flames vanished. Medivh felt a void within him, and a sense of unease welled up inside him.
He hurriedly checked and Holy Light's Heart within his body had been extinguished.
"What kind of power is this?" Medivh was stunned.
Kel'Thuzad scoffed, "Medivh, your understanding of the Holy Light is merely superficial. As a top-tier Archmage, don't you know that you shouldn't easily use power bestowed upon you by others? Power you don't understand inevitably hides terrible traps that will make you wish you were dead."
"Damn it, Kel'Thuzad, you're trying to destroy Azeroth again!" Medivh cursed viciously.
Suddenly, the same tune rang out from various parts of Stormwind City. The cheerful and beautiful music sounded like a death curse to Medivh's ears.
"Praise of Queen Azshara!"
Medivh was terrified, and the Spellstealer Wyrm within him began to stir. He quickly transformed into a shooting star and disappeared into the horizon.
Kel'Thuzad watched Medivh's departing figure and sighed, "The Holy Light Prohibition was originally intended for the Lightforging Orcs, but Medivh has returned, and he's even been bribed by the Army of the Light. Azeroth is likely to be in turmoil again."
Robbie appeared behind Kel'Thuzad and whispered, "Given Medivh's personality, he won't give up easily. I bet his next stop is Ironforge."
Kel'Thuzad frowned. "Ironforge is nominally the Council of Three Hammers, but that's not really the case. King Bronzebeard's daughter, Moira, is gaining more and more influence and is gradually distancing herself from Stormwind City. If we go to reinforce her, we won't be welcomed; instead, it will arouse suspicion."
Robbie was at a loss for what to do. Moira was stubborn and unyielding, refusing to acknowledge Stormwind City's dominance, making her very difficult to deal with.
According to intelligence from SI:7, unusual magical fluctuations have been detected underground in Ironforge.
Robbie surmised that it was most likely King Bronzebeard, who turned into diamonds.
Moira's ability to stand out in the Council of Three Hammers is likely related to King Bronzebeard's covert assistance.
Vanessa's slender figure appeared beside Robbie, and she whispered:
"Dwarves have a special respect for their ancestors."
"Ancestors?" Robbie and Kel'Thuzad's eyes lit up simultaneously.
Medivh sped across the sky, and seeing that no one was chasing him, he stopped and landed on a mountain peak to rest.
After leaving the Stormwind City area, the Holy Light's Heart within me was restored.
Medivh's eyes lit up, and he decided to cause trouble for Ironforge.
Storm's failure taught him a lesson, and he resolved to try a different approach, resorting to coercion and bribery.
Ironforge, Throne Room.
The Council of Three Hammers originally had Muradin Bronzebeard in the center, with Amora Thaurissan and Falstad Wildhammer on either side.
It's unclear when it started, but Aemora and Muradin Bronzebeard switched places, with Amora brazenly taking over the main position.
Although Muradin Bronzebeard is Aemora's elder, Azeroth has always respected strength.
Since Aemora unleashed her mysterious powers, Muradin wisely made concessions.
Medivh's night raid on Stormwind City failed, and intelligence was transmitted to Ironforge via the Deeprun Tram. The three leaders hurriedly gathered to discuss the situation.
Aemora spoke first, "Medivh is not here with good intentions. After his defeat in Stormwind City, he will definitely come to Ironforge."
Muradin Bronzebeard roared defiantly, "Are we Humans just easy to bully?"
Aemora glared at him. "Medivh is the Guardian, the most powerful mage in Azeroth, and now he possesses the Power of the Holy Light. Which of us can be his match?"
Muradin muttered a few words and then fell silent. Although the Humans were warlike, they were not without brains.
Falstad Wildhammer interjected, "Why not ask Stormwind City for help?"
Aemora's tone was defiant. "Stormwind City has always been stingy and would never share the Holy Light Prohibition- Magic Circle with Ironforge. Besides, Stormwind City can only protect Ironforge for a while, not forever. You all know that once that Holy Light Orb falls, Ironforge is finished, and our Forge will definitely explode."
Muradin's temper flared. "Medivh wants our Dwarf land? Absolutely not! I'd rather fight him to the death!"
When facing her elders, Aemora showed no mercy whatsoever:
"Don't you think about your people? Because of your momentary impulse, you've destroyed our entire Humans to fulfill your bravery?"
Muradin remained silent, Falstad shook his head, saying helplessly:
"Aemora, we'll listen to your opinion."
Aemora's lips curled slightly. "My suggestion is to negotiate with Medivh. What's wrong with giving up some land if we can spare the Dwarves' lives?"
Muradin roared angrily, "Absolutely not! Our land was won by our ancestors with their lives; how can we give it away for nothing?"
Aemora immediately retorted, "What use is land if you're dead? My mind is made up, it's settled."
The next day, as everyone expected, Medivh came to visit and went straight to the point:
"I've made the arrangements. Ironforge will become the Orcs' city and rear base. All Dwarves will join the Orcs and forge weapons and armor for Orcs."
Aemora said ingratiatingly, "If we can get along well with the Orcs, we are willing to share Ironforge with Orcs."
Medivh stared coldly at her. "Who do you think you are? A lowly, worthless bastard, you dare to stand on equal footing with noble Orcs? You are only fit to be Orcs' slaves."
The enraged Muradin slammed his fist on the table and stood up. Medivh merely glanced at him casually. Muradin coughed up blood, staggered back, and sat weakly on the ground.
"I am the Guardian of Azeroth. To defy my will is to be an enemy of all Azeroth." Medivh declared arrogantly.