"Not all Demons are Evil."
Aegwynn shared her opinion while observing Robbie's reaction.
Robbie shrugged, his expression calm, and said nothing.
You're out of touch. There are Evil Demons, kind demons, and even cute demons. How can you lump them all together?
Aegwynn looked slightly puzzled and continued:
"We are used to classifying all extraterrestrial beings as Demons, but that's not the case. Apart from the Burning Legion, a large number of extraterrestrial beings enter Azeroth every year. Many of them take human form and live among us, marrying, having children, and continuing their lineage, greatly enriching the human bloodline. The talents of mages come from these extraterrestrial Demons, and the talents of the Holy Light also come from these extraterrestrial Demons."
"Shocking news." Robbie's expression remained calm. "So you deliberately let these alien creatures in to breed a special bloodline among humans?"
"You guessed right."
Aegwynn chuckled and said:
"The bloodlines of these alien creatures are hidden among ordinary people. I deliberately instigated various wars, forcing them to compete, eliminate, and select the best bloodlines to enrich the power of the Guardians."
This is clearly raising poisonous insects.
It turns out that Aegwynn had already fallen, and her obsession with power had reached a point where she would stop at nothing.
Robbie finally understood how the Demons tempts people to gradually fall into depravity.
"The power of the Guardians was not bestowed upon us by the people; it belongs entirely to me. Therefore, we have no obligation to protect Azeroth. It is laughable that those scheming individuals who covet my power and immortality have dared to order me to step down Guardians in the name of the Council of Tirisfal, forcing me to relinquish my power. Do you think I would agree to that?"
Robbie thought for a moment, "To be honest, their demands are indeed a bit excessive."
"I'm glad you understand. You can die with that understanding, Medivh. Finish him off."
Aegwynn turned away, still maintaining an absent-minded and detached demeanor.
Power was brewing in Medivh's hands; Fel in his left hand and Arcane in his right, the two forces merging within him.
"Unfortunately, young man, I have decided to make you food for the Spellstealer Wyrm. They will only bite off a small piece of your flesh each time, and it will take about a hundred days to finish you off. You will remain conscious until then."
"Ha ha!"
Robbie let out a hearty laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Medivh, puzzled.
"I laugh at you two, you're both complete idiots. Did you think you'd win by destroying the music box? Even without the music box, I still have my mouth. I've already learned the tune of Azshara's Hymn."
Robbie cleared his throat, ready to unleash his singing talent.
Robbie had a lifelong nemesis: his tone-deaf voice.
Robbie from Earth is a karaoke enthusiast; he always insists on treating everyone whenever they go to a karaoke bar or similar venue.
Robbie loves to hog the microphone and refuses to let go. Every time Robbie starts singing, it's guaranteed to be completely silent, and then his colleagues or friends will leave for various reasons.
Because his singing was so awful, listening to Robbie sing was pure torture.
Even after arriving in this world, Robbie's singing voice remained unchanged.
When Robbie sang the Praise of Queen Azshara, Medivh and his mother's faces fell simultaneously.
I've never heard such an unpleasant voice before. If Queen Azshara heard it, she'd have to crawl out of the Maelstrom.
Even more surprisingly, as soon as Robbie's song began, the Spellstealer Wyrm didn't dance, but instead became restless and agitated. Aegwynn and Medivh simultaneously clutched their heads, letting out piercing screams, their robes rapidly inflating like balloons.
"No! No! Shut up, stop singing!"
Robbie wouldn't listen to them; his voice grew louder and louder, almost piercing the sky.
Bang!
Aegwynn and Medivh's robes exploded almost simultaneously, releasing a large number of purple, translucent Spellstealer Wyrm.
The difference between the Spellstealer Wyrm and the Mana Wyrm is not significant; they are almost indistinguishable in appearance. As if greatly frightened, they scattered and fled in all directions, numbering in the thousands.
Looking at Aegwynn and Medivh, their faces had withered, leaving only loose, wrinkled skin. Below their necks, they were all bones, without a trace of flesh. Their bones were translucent, like fine crystal, displaying green and purple patterns, and were covered with various Runes.
It possesses the power of Guardian and has lived for over a thousand years, achieving immortality.
It's all fake, a bunch of lies.
There is no such thing as immortality; the Guardians are merely more advanced Liches.
But how do Liches conceive and give birth? Robbie wondered.
Aegwynn struggled to raise his staff, watching Robbie approach step by step, unable to muster any more magic power.
She finally showed a look of terror.
Robbie suddenly stopped, and the ground trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
Oh no, this is a volcanic crater, and the volcano is about to erupt again.
Robbie hurriedly grabbed Arthas and Muradin, one under each arm, and picked up two Frostmourne and Justice of the Holy Light weapons, then fled into the distance as fast as he could.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the volcano erupted again, sending countless boulders flying into the air. Robbie only had time to glance back at them.
Several small stones knocked Medivh and his mother unconscious. House-sized boulders then fell one after another, piling them up inside. These huge stones interlocked, creating enough gaps to protect them without injuring them.
Indeed, it is the power of Azeroth, protecting the two Guardians with the might of heaven and earth.
Without Azeroth's protection, Robbie could only run for his life, finally dropping the two off at a safe location. The volcanic eruption quickly stopped, with no more Lava spewing out, only a rocky mountain remaining.
After a long while, Arthas finally woke up.
"Where is this place? Did you save me, Robbie?" Arthas asked in surprise.
Robbie nodded. "I've discovered Medivh's weakness, but unfortunately, knowing Medivh's weakness means suffering the curse of Azeroth. Once Frostmourne is fully formed, you can defeat Medivh fair and square."
Arthas sat up, grabbing the massive Frostmourne as if it were his own life.
Muradin was still unconscious. Robbie hesitated for a moment, then said, "Leave him here, let's go."
Arthas didn't understand. "Isn't this too unfair?"
Robbie shook his head solemnly:
"Muradin is different from us. His brother is the King of Ironforge, and he has to consider the people of his kingdom. Building Frostmourne is tantamount to unintentionally offending the Guardians, which could easily implicate the Dwarves of Ironforge. If it were me, I would definitely pretend to have amnesia and say that I can't remember anything."
Arthas thought about it and agreed that it was the right decision, so he left with Robbie.
The two hadn't walked far when Muradin secretly opened his eyes, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then stood up.
"This is huge, huge, it's going to turn the world upside down! Two generations of Guardians have been defeated! Forget it, this isn't something I can get involved in. Robbie's right, I'll pretend to have amnesia and not go back to Ironforge yet, lest I get discovered. I'll find a place to hide for a while."
Muradin picked up the weapons and rations Robbie had left for him and headed north into the snowstorm.
Near the crater, Arthas resurrected the fallen soldiers, Arthas face resolute as he faced the wind and snow.
"First, we'll hunt down Mal'Ganis, then we'll return to Lordaeron for revenge. It's finally about to begin; I've been waiting for this for so long."