As the beautiful chorus of the High Elves began, Medivh's robes billowed like sails, undulating and twisting as if countless venomous snakes were dancing beneath them.
"Damn it, damn it, Kel'Thuzad, you bastard."
Medivh's face contorted as he cursed and retreated, Blink three times in a row to create distance.
To avoid slowing down his escape, Medivh decisively abandoned Frostmourne.
Although the music box affected the Spellstealer Wyrm within Medivh, the two were still some distance apart, allowing Medivh to retain some mana to cast Blink.
Robbie quickly approached him, but it was clear that Medivh retreated much faster Blink.
The sound from the music box had a limited range. Once the two maintained a safe distance, Medivh was less affected by the music box, and his swirling robes gradually calmed down.
Paladins are indeed a class with short legs; they're too easily kited by mages.
Robbie knew he couldn't catch Medivh, so he bent down and picked up the small Frostmourne.
Medivh was trembling with rage, his eyes practically spitting fire. The distance between them was too great. Although Robbie couldn't catch up with him, his magic was unlikely to harm Robbie either. After all, Robbie, who wielded the power of the Deity, had astonishing defensive capabilities.
Robbie wasn't in a hurry. He went to the green monster that was imprisoning Arthas, Frostmourne severed the Arcane chains that sealed it. The monster, which looked like a fungal spore, split open and released a large amount of disgusting green slime. Arthas was encased in it, his eyes closed, unconscious.
Medivh watched all of this unfold, completely powerless to stop it.
Healed Arthas with Holy Light, and placed him side by side with Muradin. Robbie felt the smaller Frostmourne was too light and somewhat awkward to hold, so he picked up the giant Frostmourne with one hand.
In this way, Robbie successfully wielded Frostmourne twice and faced the Guardian Medivh.
As the Spellstealer Wyrm calmed down, Medivh's mana also began to recover. When his mana was once again abundant, Medivh smiled confidently and clapped his hands in praise:
"You did well, but don't think I can't do anything to you. For thousands of years, the Guardians have fought against all kinds of Demons and overcome countless hardships. You are just a small obstacle among many."
A purple halo appeared beneath Medivh's feet, like a disc, slowly lifting him up.
Medivh felt safe in mid-air. Although Robbie could also use Deity Descension fly, neither his speed nor his agility could match the magic disc carrying Medivh.
He raised his staff and began a long chant, preparing a large-scale spell.
A towering green Portal appeared, with countless green Fel symbols flashing across its surface.
With a deafening roar, a pair of enormous, red-haired demonic hands emerged from the crack in the door, and the massive gate to the Abyss slowly opened.
Robbie smelled the burning sulfur, and terrifying roars echoed throughout the room.
Looking through the crack in the Portal, one sees a pitch-black Void, with countless eyes of all sizes shining like stars, revealing greedy and wicked gazes—an endless Legion of Demons.
Medivh was summoning Demons Portal, Robbie knew he had to interrupt his spellcasting.
Robbie a deep breath and hurled a massive Frostmourne at Medivh.
The massive sword, as large as a door panel, left a gleaming trail in the air as it slashed towards Medivh. Medivh smiled contemptuously, slightly tilting his magic disc to nimbly dodge the sword's attack.
However, behind that greatsword was hidden a golden Deathwing head, with an exquisite music box gleaming in its mouth.
The chorus of Azshara's Praise rose once more, the Spellstealer Wyrm within Medivh danced gracefully, his robes billowed like sails again, and the Guardian's mana melted away as quickly as snow under the blazing sun.
"No! No!" Medivh clutched his head, screaming in agony. He had been too close to the music box this time, and had almost lost all his magic power. He couldn't even control the magic disc and fell from mid-air.
Without magical support, the Demons Portal blurred. Although the terrified demonic hands tried their best to hold Portal up, and the Demons behind the Portal cried out in despair, they still couldn't stop the Demons Portal from returning to the Void.
"It's all over, Medivh."
Robbie waved his hand, and the giant Frostmourne returned to his grasp.
He wielded Frostmourne in both hands and strode toward Medivh was falling from the sky.
Although it's unknown what impact killing Medivh will have on the Timeline, the Medivh before them is incredibly Evil, having committed countless atrocities. He is an unforgivable villain who owes the people of Lordaeron countless blood debts, and Robbie doesn't want to let a villain go because of concerns.
A white feather appeared on Medivh's body, gently lifting him up to prevent him from being smashed into a pulp.
Then, a sharp purple light flew from the horizon like Lightning, and the music box shattered.
Robbie was stunned.
He knew the importance of the music box; the power of the Holy Light had always been protecting it.
However, this Arcane ray could easily penetrate the protection of Holy Light, demonstrating extremely skillful spellcasting technique.
Robbie looked up and saw a stunningly beautiful woman appear in the clouds. Her immense magical power surged beneath her skirt like clouds, creating ripples like waves.
The woman was dressed in a magnificent purple robe, embroidered with intricate gold trim and obscure symbols. Her wavy blonde hair flowed in the wind, and her emerald green eyes shone like stars, exuding an air of arrogant disdain for the world.
The woman's eyes and brows bore the marks of a long and arduous life, but instead of giving her an aged and decaying air, they exuded a captivating and extraordinary charm.
Purple Magic Symbols swirled around the woman, making her appear as if she were a descending god of magic.
"Medivh!" The woman slowly approached the Guardian floating in the air. She didn't even glance at Robbie, as if Robbie were just an ordinary stone.
"The Guardians have never experienced defeat because we always take our opponents seriously." The woman said regretfully, "It's a pity you've disappointed me so much, Medivh. I hope this defeat caused by underestimating our opponent will teach you a lesson."
"Mother, it was my negligence."
Medivh hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. The arrogant Medivh was now like a well-behaved child.
It really was her. Robbie's heart sank. Medivh's mother, Magna Aegwynn, the former Guardian of Tirisfal, probably the most powerful woman in the world, Legendary mage who was closest to a god, a living legend.
Robbie never expected that he would actually meet this old woman who had lived for over a thousand years.
When faced with the two Guardians, Robbie remained calm, standing guard beside Arthas and Muradin, quietly watching the mother and son.
Aegwynn spoke with an air of authority, "For thousands of years, we have taken it upon ourselves to protect Azeroth. Over the millennia, I have witnessed the hypocrisy and cunning of humans, the indifference and apathy of the Elves. The creatures of Azeroth have disappointed me time and time again. Countless times I have asked myself, are they worthy of protection? Therefore, I do not object to your small attempt."
"Remember, my child, everything will eventually fade away, only wisdom and strength will never betray you. I am very pleased that you are trying to gain power from the World of the Dead. Go, deal with this little worm, do not kill him easily, let him suffer in hellish torment, and deeply repent for offending the Guardians."