On the high platform, Medivh's smile gradually faded, his lips curled up, his gaze turned deep, revealing a sinister look.
The media personnel below continued to discuss the matter, speaking without restraint and expressing doubts about Medivh's character and courage.
The Prophet Velen sensed something was wrong and quietly retreated. Finding that Medivh's attention was not on him, he quickly made his escape.
"Guardian Medivh, please explain to us whether you have the courage to sacrifice yourself for Azeroth?" a Pandaren asked matter-of-factly.
Medivh adopted a nonchalant expression:
"Speaking of courage, you are all intelligent people. Courage is usually used by ordinary soldiers and civilians, giving them a reason to die, to find a respectable excuse for their foolish death. As for someone as high and mighty as me, my life is very precious, unlike your worthless lives that can be sacrificed at will. Even if you all die, I will not die."
Everyone was stunned. Medivh had dropped his pretense and spoken these words bluntly.
Medivh's vicious gaze swept across the room. "I don't know how much you've been paid, but I applaud your courage. Don't you know that fairness and Justice have never existed, and courage and sacrifice are only for fooling fools?"
"Guardian Medivh, I don't understand what you're saying?" a Zandalari Trolls demanded.
Medivh's murderous aura intensified. "Fine, then I'll tell you, courage doesn't exist; it's just a synonym for stupidity."
Bang!
The question was raised Zandalari Trolls exploded, scattering blood, flesh, and entrails everywhere.
"Ah!"
Everyone was in a panic, never expecting Medivh to kill someone in public.
"Gentlemen, the time has come to show your courage. I want to see if any of you are true warriors." Medivh grinned maniacally.
No one dared to question Medivh anymore. In an instant, everyone became cowards and Imp, only concerned with scattering and fleeing.
However, a transparent protective barrier had already enveloped the scene, and everyone was left with broken heads.
"Look at you cowards! Where did your courage to question me go? You can't even convince yourselves."
Medivh raised his hand, Pandaren had previously voiced his question exploded, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.
"Guardian, we were wrong, please forgive us!"
Realizing they could not escape, some began to kneel and beg for mercy, pleading for their lives.
"If I don't teach you a lesson, do you really think I'm easy to bully? Challenging the dignity of a Guardian is courting death."
Medivh pointed his finger, and like the Grim Reaper, everything he touched exploded.
The ground was quickly stained red with blood. In this terrifying battlefield, there was no courage, only the fear and wails of impending death.
Not far away, the Emissary and Magni Bronzebeard watched Medivh's performance.
A golden eye floated before the two, watching Medivh's carnage without blinking.
Magni Bronzebeard said smugly, "Medivh has possessed immense power since childhood, and he was spoiled by his mother, acting recklessly. I knew he would do this."
The Emissary rarely showed a smile, looking as if his scheme had succeeded:
"But he forgot that this is the Age of Holy Light, and the Army of the Light represents Order; superficial appearances still need to be maintained."
Medivh, caught up in the killing spree, went into the crowd to experience firsthand the decay of life and to witness the helplessness and cries of the weak.
As Bronzebeard and the Emissary analyzed, Medivh was spoiled from a young age and had no respect for life.
While others played with toys as children, Medivh began to enjoy the thrill of killing from a young age.
"Haha, hahaha, this is hilarious! A bunch of worthless ants, your wails and screams are the most beautiful music, tears streaming down your faces, blood flowing like rivers."
A sigh of disappointment echoed from the air.
Golden light shimmered, and a Naaru slowly descended.
Medivh looked up and saw Naruk Xil, and greeted him casually.
"You've arrived. Wait a moment while I deal with these ants."
Naruk Xil spoke in a pleasant voice, calmly saying:
"Medivh, stop."
"Ha, you don't understand. Killing is the most fun and enjoyable thing. Want to join in?"
Medivh casually grabbed a Tauren and poured his immense magical power into his body.
The Tauren howled in agony, torn to pieces, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
"Medivh, are you not even listening to me anymore?" Naruk Xil asked unhappily.
Medivh looked up, staring at the Naaru with a puzzled expression.
"How strange. Why are you stopping me from enjoying myself? You're just a bunch of useless ants. What reason do you have to get angry at me? It's utterly unreasonable."
Naruk Xil roared angrily, "I don't understand what you're thinking! Stop your killing immediately!"
Medivh was very unhappy and said matter-of-factly:
"Haha! You should have known what kind of person I am when we first started working together. When I was five years old, I learned Arcane Missiles. My mother took me to a fishing village, and at her request, I killed everyone in the village, men, women, and children, leaving no one alive. You chose to cooperate with me because I am ruthless and decisive, aren't you?"
Naruk Xil was truly angry; his eyes flashed with light.
"Medivh, the Army of the Light represents Justice and will never cooperate with a ruthless executioner like you."
Holy Light formed a golden cage, which was turned upside down towards Medivh.
Medivh flickered to the side, Medivh the cage landed beside him.
"Naruk Xil, I hope this is just a joke and doesn't affect my cooperation with the Army of the Light," Medivh roared angrily.
"Interesting, Medivh is actually angry." Magni Bronzebeard stroked his chin, enjoying the farce.
The Emissary said calmly, "Naruk Xil held back, otherwise Medivh wouldn't have been able to dodge. Unfortunately, Medivh is used to being arrogant and domineering. He is a god of Azeroth; how could he admit wrongdoing for killing mortals?"
The worldview formed in childhood is often irreversible throughout one's life.
Naruk Xil's light became unstable, flickering, indicating that he had become beyond furious.
A golden symbol formed before Naruk Xil, lunging towards Medivh like a palm.
Medivh, his face displeased and his brows furrowed, was about to cast a spell when he suddenly felt the Spellstealer Wyrm within him spiraling out of control.
The golden symbol tightly bound Medivh, lifting him into the air.
"Naruk Xil, are you crazy? Let me go, what is this?" Medivh roared.
"Medivh, you're the one who's crazy. You've disappointed me greatly."
Golden Holy Light shone down on the earth, and the shattered flesh and blood disappeared as if nothing had ever happened.
Dozens of survivors looked around in confusion, their eyes filled with unfamiliarity, as Naaru had erased some of their memories.
"Medivh, accept the judgment of the Holy Light." Naruk Xil bound Medivh and led him away.
The Emissary and Magni Bronzebeard both breathed a sigh of relief.
This plan involves a gamble. If Medivh kills someone in public and the Army of the Light turns a blind eye, no one can do anything about it.
Guardian Medivh was the scourge of Azeroth.
"It's better for two people to share than for three," Magni Bronzebeard laughed heartily.
The Emissary looked at Velen, Velen hadn't taken the opportunity to escape but had obediently waited to the side.
"May your Wealth satisfy us, Velen." The Emissary thoughtful, his gaze glancing at Magni Bronzebeard.