The silent night sky, with Elune, the larger of Azeroth's two moons, illuminating the mountains of Deadwind Pass.
Medivh was observing the night sky from his balcony when a sudden surge of emotion welled up inside him.
A force not belonging to this world is quietly influencing Azeroth.
This is an ability possessed by Guardian.
For centuries, whenever Demons capable of threatening Azeroth descended, the Guardian Aegwynn could sense its approximate location and take appropriate action.
Now, the power of the Guardians has been passed on to Medivh.
Medivh moved like a ghost back to the quiet room and entered a meditative state.
Countless stars swirled around him, and in the starry sky, a dim star shone with an ominous light.
Medivh awoke from his spiritual world, slowly opening his eyes, and he felt the power of that star.
The Power of Death of the Shadowlands, location: Lordaeron.
He rang the butler's bell, and the butler Moroes, appeared silently at the door.
"How are things with Brill's Undead?" Medivh asked casually.
Moroes gasped for breath. "They've entered Northrend's Icecrown Glacier, slumbering beneath its millennia-old ice."
Medivh nodded. "Undead without a leader is meaningless. Who do you think could become the leader of the Undead?"
Moroes looked bewildered for a long while before saying, "Tirion Fordring is dead, but the person who gave Tirion Fordring the Undead Plague is still alive."
Medivh narrowed his eyes, his gaze flashing with a dangerous light:
"They're just a bunch of clowns. I'll definitely find them. I'm a little worried about Blackmoore!"
Moroes forced an awkward smile, "Blackmoore is just a minor character; you shouldn't waste your time on him."
Medivh stood up and paced back and forth in the room:
"That's right, Blackmoore isn't worth our time. Go and inform Saurfang that if he can eliminate Blackmoore, I will forgive him for what he did to King Terenas."
From the city walls of Lordaeron, High Saurfang the Great overlooks Tirisfal Glades.
Countless villages, vast farmlands, and crisscrossing roads—it truly deserves to be called the best land in Lordaeron.
Behind Saurfang, a large number of officers had gathered, awaiting the King's address.
"Before you lies the most fertile land in Lordaeron," Saurfang the Great said grimly. "The foolish Terenas established the Internment Camp, giving us Orcs a chance to breathe. Now we are the masters of this land, and we must not repeat the mistakes of humanity."
Eitrigg, who was closest to Saurfang, shouted, "Kill all humans!"
Behind them, a general shouted, "Eat them all!"
Saurfang the Great laughed heartily, "Indeed, just like with the Draenei, slaughter and devour all humans, wipe them out of Azeroth. Of course, our enemies are not only humans, but also High Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Trolls —all upright-walking creatures are enemies of the Orcs, and they all deserve to die."
Eitrigg laughed cruelly, "My lord, the Orcs army is ready. With just your command, we will turn Tirisfal Glades into scorched earth and all humans into Tough Jerky."
Saurfang raised his decapitation axe high. "For the Orcs, for the glory of our ancestors!"
Suddenly, a crimson light descended from the sky and landed beside Saurfang.
Before Saurfang could react, he only saw a mysterious Black-Robed Man with two sharp Orcs fangs.
A burst of crimson light erupted, and Saurfang was sent flying.
The dark light protected Saurfang; although Saurfang coughed up blood, he was fortunately out of danger.
"Your Majesty!"
Eitrigg led the charge, while the officers shielded Saurfang in the center.
A gasp came from the air, a sound of surprise at failing to kill Saurfang.
Blood flowed from Saurfang's mouth, nose, and eyes. His generals hurriedly lifted Saurfang up and sought medical help.
The Shaman helped stop the king's bleeding, but unfortunately, he was powerless to do anything about his injuries.
Eitrigg observed Saurfang's injuries, shook his head, and said:
"Thanks to the Ogre artifact protecting him, the king was able to save his life, but his injuries are too severe, and our team lacks a skilled Shaman."
Everyone was talking at once, discussing the matter, and no one knew what to do.
The Invincible Saurfang the Great was ambushed, and the massacre in Tirisfal Glades had to be temporarily halted.
The news quickly spread throughout Lordaeron.
It is said that Saurfang could kill Sargeras with a single punch, and that the one who ambushed him was a mysterious being ten thousand times more powerful than the Titans, who could destroy Azeroth with a single breath.
Uther, who was hiding in the mansion, received the news and his face lit up with joy, knowing that his chance had come.
After the Orcs conquered Lordaeron, Uther claimed that he had made outstanding contributions to the Orcs and thought he would be rewarded, or at least able to maintain his current status.
Uther then sent his servant to Saurfang, but the servant never returned; it is said he was eaten by Saurfang's soldiers.
Unable to fathom Saurfang the Great's thoughts, Uther was frantic and wanted to escape, but the city was teeming with Orcs.
Uther could only hide in the mansion day and night, living in constant fear.
Uther came to the Royal Palace of Lordaeron to request an audience.
Eitrigg stopped Uther and said coldly:
"The great Saurfang the Great is a matter of life and death for all of Azeroth. If he dies, Azeroth will be destroyed. You are but a lowly human; what right do you have to heal the Great King? Get out of here! Every breath you exhale is a danger to the Great King."
Uther bowed and scraped, saying obsequiously:
"Lord Eitrigg, I have a way to heal Saurfang the Great. The Holy Light spell, Lay on Hands, can heal all injuries."
Eitrigg frowned and asked, "Why have I never heard of Lay on Hands?"
Uther lowered his head and said meekly, "Very few people in Azeroth have mastered the Lay on Hands. My version of Lay on Hands has some minor flaws and requires ten years of my lifespan to activate."
Eitrigg's eyes darted around, and he slapped Uther across the face:
"So you intended to murder the Warchief? Forget your Lay on Hands! Guards, skin Eviscerate alive, boil Uther into soup, and make him Saurfang the Great's dinner."
Uther was horrified. "I'm innocent! I really came here to heal the Warchief!"
Eitrigg wouldn't listen to him, and several Orcs guards rushed over and knocked Uther to the ground.
Just then, one of Saurfang's guards stepped forward and shouted:
"Please welcome Uther."
Eitrigg grabbed Uther, whose face was bruised and swollen, and breathed foul odors from his mouth:
"Uther, remember this: if anything happens to the Warchief, I swear I'll make you regret ever being born."
Saurfang the Great, residing in King Terenas's bedroom, weakly gazed at Uther.
"Uther, if you are willing to save me, I will reward you handsomely."
Uther knelt earnestly before the bed. "It is my honor to serve the Warchief Uther."
Saurfang nodded. "Let's begin!"
Uther closed his eyes and chanted incantations as powerful Holy Light energy gathered within him.
Suddenly, Uther opened his eyes, and a golden light shone on Saurfang.
Saurfang's complexion returned to normal, and his injuries were completely healed in an instant.
Uther knelt listlessly on the ground, looking ten years older in an instant.