Medivh was aggressive and viewed the Humans as worthless.
How could Aemora tolerate this? Trying not to provoke Medivh, she whispered:
"Our Humans possess superb forging skills, which are of great help to the Orcs' cause of unifying Azeroth."
Medivh's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Your technology is at least millions of years behind the Burning Legion. I have no intention of changing my mind. After the Dwarves sided with the Orcs, their status is even lower than that of the Tauren. The Tauren's delicious food is irreplaceable."
"What? We're not even as good as the Tauren!" Aemora was furious, silently muttering her father's name in her heart.
Not long after, a voice rang in Aemora's ear:
"Say yes."
Aemora was stunned, not understanding why she had agreed to Medivh's unreasonable request.
A powerful Power of the Holy Light erupted from Medivh's body.
A cloud of Holy Light, like Flames, enveloped Ironforge, as if the end of the world had arrived.
The Dwarves, seeing the strange phenomenon in the sky, were filled with unease, and many of Dwarf simply got themselves drunk.
"To die kneeling, or to live standing?" Medivh asked Pride. "I'll give you ten breaths. If you don't agree, Ironforge will be burned to the ground by the Holy Light."
Without a second thought, Aemora knelt down and prostrated herself before Medivh.
Medivh laughed heartily, "You have half a day. All Dwarves, move out of Ironforge. This place will become Orcs paradise, for the sake of Azeroth."
Aemora trembled, lowering her head meekly, and said, "I will obey the decree of the Savior."
Suddenly, the furnaces of Ironforge began to churn violently, flames raged out of control, and powerful Elemental Power surged forth from the earth's core.
"Everflesh Medivh, do you really think Ironforge is deserted? Get out! You're only fit to be Orcs food!" A furious roar exploded.
Medivh's face darkened. "Dwarves are nothing but incompetent wretches. Who are they?"
From within the furnace, an arm made of flames extended, its fingers thicker than Dwarf's waist, and pointed at Medivh from afar.
At this moment, Medivh was in the throne room, and the finger was some distance away from Medivh.
Medivh felt the magic within him spiraling out of control; the magic and Holy Light were ignited together, making him feel like a burning torch.
The opponent used overwhelming magical power to ignite the energy within Medivh's body.
Medivh was terrified and tried to escape using magic, but he couldn't muster a single ounce of magic.
Aemora noticed that Medivh was acting strangely, so she quickly stood up and hid in a corner to observe him coldly.
Medivh clutched his head tightly, groaning in agony, as if in unbearable pain, and slammed his head against the wall.
Above the Ironforge forge, the aura of Flame condensed into a transparent phantom—a Dwarf with a long beard, his hair and beard ablaze with burning flames.
"Medivh, how does Mana Burn feel? Ironforge will be your final resting place."
Medivh knelt down with a thud and kowtowed forcefully:
"Spare me! Don't kill me! I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Dwarves aren't useless; I'm the useless one!"
Falstad Wildhammer looked at the phantom above the furnace, screamed, ran over, and knelt on the ground:
"Is it you, the great Mountain King, Modimus Anvilmar?"
"It's me!" Anvilmar's hair and beard stood on end, his imposing presence radiating authority even without anger.
"You unfilial descendants! I created a great Dwarf kingdom, but it was destroyed by you. How can you say you've wasted all my hard work? You're infuriating!"
Over a hundred years ago, Modimus Anvilmar united all the Dwarves of Khaz Modan, creating the greatest kingdom in Humans history.
Unfortunately, after his death, the Dwarf kingdom fell apart and collapsed.
This ultimately led to a three-way power struggle between the Bronzebeard Dwarves, the Dark Iron Dwarves, Wildhammer Dwarves.
Falstad Wildhammer wept, "Ancestor, we miss you every moment, and we hope you can lead us to rise again."
Anvilmar shook his head. "My soul has merged with the forge of Ironforge, becoming the Furnace Soul. I will forever Guards Ironforge; the mortal world does not belong to me."
Medivh, kneeling on the ground, let out a terrible scream. He was about to die when suddenly, a precious orb floated above his head, and a stream of clear water descended.
Medivh's Flames died down, and he hurriedly gathered his remaining mana to open Portal and escape.
"This is Titans Relic, Magni Bronzebeard, you have betrayed Ironforge."
Anvilmar roared furiously, his voice like rolling Thunder, and all the Dwarves of Ironforge heard him:
"I, Anvilmar the Mountain King, hereby declare that Magni Bronzebeard is a traitor to the Humans, and from this day forward you are forbidden from setting foot in Ironforge. All Dwarves have a duty to slay him."
Upon hearing Aemora turned pale and broke out in a cold sweat. Once she lost her father's protection, it would be difficult for her to maintain her position.
Muradin Bronzebeard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled to his feet, and knelt before the phantom of Anvilmar, his eyes darting around.
Anvilmar raised his fist, shattering the clouds of Holy Light in the sky. The phantom gradually dissipated, and the Flame arm returned to the furnace.
Muradin Bronzebeard stood up and looked at Aemora, who was trembling in the corner:
"Your father is still alive, why didn't you tell us?"
The Burning Legion has a secret base in Azeroth.
Medivh burst out of the Portal, plunging headfirst into the green Fel Pool without even saying hello.
Fel repaired Medivh's damaged body, Spellstealer Wyrm within him was severely damaged.
Fortunately, Medivh had a backup plan, so his strength wouldn't be affected.
The leader of the base is a Dreadlord, one of Medivh's classmates.
After emerging from the Fel Pool, the Dreadlord offered Medivh a drink.
Medivh was grim, and he remained silent.
After suffering consecutive defeats in Stormwind City and Ironforge, nearly losing his life, one can imagine his feelings.
The Dreadlord asked with a smile, "Medivh, I heard you've joined the Army of the Light?"
Medivh looked up at him. "Yes, this is my freedom."
The Dreadlord smiled faintly and said, "You know, Lord Kil'jaeden received the news immediately, and he was very unhappy."
Medivh was startled and asked worriedly, "What did Lord Kil'jaeden say?"
The Dreadlord leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Lord Kil'jaeden ordered me to find an opportunity to kill you."
Medivh retreated in terror, Dreadlord waved his hand with a smile and said:
"Don't worry, if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. Old classmate, we've always had a good relationship, how about we make a deal?"
Silithus.
Although this is a desert, it is much better than the sand-covered Tanaris and the Orcs- ravaged Durotar.
But Medivh disliked the land.
The lush, verdant Kingdom of Stormwind, or the snow-covered Ironforge —that was the land Medivh desired.
Unfortunately, Medivh was not strong enough and failed to seize the Alliance lands. He could only follow Naruk Xil's arrangements and help Thrall rise to power in Silithus.
Contemplating his strange deal with his old classmate, Medivh teleported to Silithus.
As soon as Medivh set foot on this land, he heard a voice calling his name repeatedly.
Following the sound, they found its source in the sand dunes of central Silithus.
"Medivh, you've ruined my life, and you've also ruined my daughter."