Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard's eyes lit up simultaneously, while the Emissary seemed lost in thought.
"How much treasure do you have?" Medivh asked, suppressing his greed and feigning nonchalance.
Velen sighed, "To be honest, I can't even remember how much Wealth I've accumulated in these 25,000 years. I've built treasure troves on many planets, but I don't know if they're still there. I didn't plan them properly, so it would be very difficult for you to find them all. A spaceship like Tempest Keep would take at least several thousand years to fly."
"My last Wealth was left in Outland, in Oshu'gun, Nagrand. It wasn't much, but it was enough to buy the whole of Azeroth. It was the last legacy of a technologically advanced civilization."
"So many!" Magni Bronzebeard n't help but exclaim in amazement.
Velen said solemnly, "The three of you are all great heroes and valiant figures of Azeroth, worthy of trust. I hope that after my death, this Wealth can be used to benefit the people of Azeroth. I, Velen, have done both good and bad things in my life, and I cannot say that I have lived without guilt. If I can leave behind a shred of hope for the people, then I will not have lived in vain."
Medivh stood tall and declared, "I am the Guardian of Azeroth. Entrusting this Wealth to me is no problem; I will personally use it to benefit the people of Azeroth."
Magni Bronzebeard sensed something was amiss and secretly challenged Medivh: "I am the Azeroth’s Spokesman, and no one is more suitable than me to distribute this Wealth."
Medivh turned and glared at Magni Bronzebeard: "I have a habit; I always keep my word. Anyone who tries to stop me will surely die."
Magni Bronzebeard chuckled, "What a coincidence, I have the same habit. What should I do?"
"You no longer possess the Titans Relics," Medivh threatened.
"That's right, all the Titans Relics were given to the Night Elf race," Magni Bronzebeard said mysteriously. "But I have many friends, powerful Titan Keepers. Would you like to meet them?"
The two were on the verge of fighting, swords drawn, when the Emissary a cold, indifferent snort:
"Stop arguing! You've been fooled without even realizing it. You two idiots, blinded by greed."
Having said that, the Emissary Velen a serious look:
"You're good, but you're still too green to try these little tricks on me, Velen. Let's discuss this further before making a decision."
The Emissary led Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard to a secluded corner outside the house.
"Are you two idiots? Can't you see that Velen is trying to sow discord? One is the Guardian of Azeroth, and the other is the Azeroth’s Spokesman. You've been fooled by such a simple trick. I'm so disappointed in you."
Medivh sobered up a bit and scratched his head sheepishly, "This was my oversight. We haven't even seen Velen's treasure yet, and we've already gotten into a conflict."
Magni Bronzebeard ignored all that and muttered, "I think the distribution of Wealth should be agreed upon beforehand, to prevent everyone from becoming greedy and scheming against each other."
Medivh looked displeased and asked, "Magni Bronzebeard, what do you want?"
"Since everyone has contributed, I suggest we divide it into three parts; that Magni Bronzebeard proposed.
Medivh disagreed. "I lost seven treasure vaults and more than a dozen invaluable artifacts, far exceeding the value of your twenty-one Titans Relics. I should have received much more."
Magni Bronzebeard raised his head, stubbornly clenching his fists:
"Who knows what's in your vault, just because you say so? Besides, just because you suffered a great loss doesn't mean you should gain a great reward. There's no such logic in Azeroth, I disagree."
The Emissary frowned, exasperated, and said, "Aren't you all listening to me? Arguing here again, are you making a fool of yourself in front of Velen? You could buy the treasures of Azeroth and still have more than you can spend. Why fight to the death over numbers?"
Medivh thought it made sense and remained silent, Magni Bronzebeard still unwilling to give up.
"Emissary, give me some ideas."
The Emissary calmly said, "No matter what I say, I cannot satisfy you. Azeroth reveres the Elune. Unless you leave Azeroth, you must obey the Moon Goddess's will. The Moon Goddess is always fair and just; worldly Wealth is meaningless in her eyes. I request that the Elune distribute this Wealth. Do you have any objections?"
Medivh knew that going against the Moon Goddess would not end well, and his expression softened.
"It would be best if the Moon Goddess were to distribute them."
Magni Bronzebeard's face was gloomy; although he dared not object to her face, his expression clearly showed his displeasure.
The Emissary secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said slyly:
"This Velen is cunning; he devised a plan to advance by retreating. Unfortunately, he's too clever for his own good. Let's just grant him his wish and let him die, and let everyone know of his death so he can't back out."
Magni Bronzebeard roared, "Velen is utterly despicable! Emissary, what good plan do you have?"
The Emissary silent and turned to look at Medivh.
Medivh's eyes darted around, and he smiled slightly:
"It's simple. Just use Thrall's method: gather the media and announce it in Orgrimmar. If Velen goes back on his word, he'll be condemned by everyone."
"Alright, let's do it that way." The Emissary thought for a moment:
"Medivh, it's not appropriate for me to appear in public. Magni Bronzebeard turning into diamonds is difficult to explain. Why don't you announce it to everyone?"
"Okay." Medivh nodded in agreement.
Orgrimmar is going through a turbulent period.
The Tauren besieged the city, Eitrigg, the newly appointed Warchief, was so anxious that his hair turned white.
When Medivh and Velen arrived in Orgrimmar, Eitrigg, as if seeing a savior, begged Medivh for help, tears streaming down his face.
Medivh said he wanted to hold a media conference, Eitrigg readily agreed.
The day arrived, and countless media personnel gathered in Orgrimmar.
A high platform was erected in the Valley of Strength, Medivh slowly landed on it, preparing to deliver his speech.
A Goblin voice, "Guardian Medivh, what is your opinion on the Tauren's siege of Orgrimmar?"
This was not in the plan.
Medivh's heart sank. He knew he should prioritize the greater good, so he suppressed his anger and answered loudly:
"The Tauren's siege of Orgrimmar is a challenge to the Horde, tantamount to the destruction of Azeroth. Considering that the Tauren are Corruption by heretical energy, we have decided to use a purification method. Please welcome today's protagonist, Prophet Velen."
The Prophet Velen emerged from behind, a smile on his face, and raised his right hand to greet the crowd.
Strangely, the media personnel ignored Velen and continued to pester Medivh with questions.
A Pandaren used his Chi, his voice booming:
"Great Guardian, you were willing to sacrifice yourself for Azeroth. What were your considerations? Did you struggle with this decision?"
Medivh paused, suppressing his inner anxiety, and said kindly:
"You've misunderstood. It was Prophet Velen who bravely sacrificed himself to purify the Mulgore Tauren."
The media personnel below immediately began to murmur amongst themselves, and a Kobold shouted:
"You are the Guardian of Azeroth, and I have received information that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for Azeroth. Is there some misunderstanding?"
A Troll led the questioning. "Great Guardian, Prophet Velen is Draenei, a guest of Azeroth. It is your duty to protect Azeroth."
"Yes, there's no reason for Velen to sacrifice himself for Azeroth," someone said from below.
"Won't the Guardians get scared?" someone started stirring up trouble.
"Are the Guardians Imp?" Some people really aren't afraid of making things worse.
Medivh was so angry his veins were bulging.
This is clearly a conspiracy.