Medivh glanced at the Orcs below, then stared intently at the Lich King Terenas, without uttering a word.
Terenas's Life Link with the Undead Orcs falls under the realm of Death Magic. Although Medivh, he unfortunately doesn't know much about Death Magic.
He couldn't break the Life Link.
Terenas shrugged, his eyebrows dancing with excitement, and said, "The Undead Orcs are finite. As long as you keep attacking me, I'll be dead once Undead Orcs are gone."
Under the soft moonlight, Medivh gripped the Scythe of Elune tightly, his face contorted in extreme pain, his teeth clenched, but he dared not make a move.
"What, you're afraid to kill the Orcs? You're intelligent just like us, you understand the significance of the Orcs' existence."
Terenas reached out, and Saurfang the Great's two-handed axe flew into his hand.
"If you don't make a move, it's my turn."
Terenas, wielding a two-handed axe in one hand, rushed to Medivh's side and swung the axe down.
Mysterious Runes flickered on the axe handle and blade.
Medivh quickly dodged.
Terenas, who has mastered the Power of Death, is not just a Warrior who relies on brute force.
Although he dodged the axe attack, Medivh felt a chill run down his spine; a Power of Death had already attached itself to him.
"Terenas."
Medivh was unwilling to give up, and powerful magic coalesced in his hands.
Terenas neither dodged nor evaded, charging straight at him with another axe blow.
Medivh gritted his teeth in hatred, but ultimately did not make a move, and quickly Blink to the side at a distance.
Terenas Blink behind Medivh and launched a flurry of Medivh.
The chilling Power of Death sent a shiver down Medivh, a coldness seeping into his very soul.
Medivh's body was already beyond human capabilities, making him practically half Lich, and ordinary magic could hardly harm him.
But the Power of Death targets the soul, making it Medivh's nemesis.
Medivh couldn't think of a way to deal with it and glared resentfully at Terenas.
"Don't be so smug. I'll find a way eventually. Lordaeron will belong to the great Orcs."
Medivh frantically opened a Portal and suddenly heard a weak voice.
Coincidentally, Medivh was standing at the gates of Lordaeron.
On the city wall, Uther's mechanical limbs were nailed to the wall, emitting faint cries for help:
"Save me! Take me away!"
Medivh used Disintegration to remove the nails, picked up Uther, and went into the Portal.
Terenas frowned. Although he had become the Lich King and won the praise of the people, he was not happy.
"What should I do?" Terenas was deeply conflicted.
Deep in the mountains of Darkshire, in a misty Valley, lies a mysterious academy.
The Winterstorm Academy is open only to Demons of the Burning Legion, teaching them the culture and customs of Lordaeron so they can better integrate into the various races.
Meryl Winterstorm scooped up a bowl of pure magical energy, hesitating whether to drink it or not.
Medivh burst out of the Portal, threw away Uther, snatched the bowl from Meryl's hand, and poured the Fel into his mouth.
The Fel warmed Medivh's body, and the Power of Death within him gradually dissipated.
Meryl Winterstorm stared at the young man. He had watched Medivh grow up, and the two had a mentor-student relationship.
"The chilling Power of Death, you went to Lordaeron?"
Medivh slammed his fist on the stone table in anger. "That damned Terenas, he's become the Lich King!"
"With your strength, dealing with him shouldn't be difficult. A Lich King without combat experience is nothing more than easy prey," Meryl Winterstorm said in a deep voice.
Medivh gritted his teeth and said, "His life is tied to the Undead Legion; to kill him, we must kill all the Undead Orcs."
Meryl Winterstorm looked surprised, pulled out a magic book to examine it, and after a long while said:
"I've studied Death Magic for three thousand years, and I don't recall any similar magic. Medivh, are you sure this is true?"
Medivh paused for a moment, then said, "You mean I've been tricked?"
Meryl Winterstorm asked doubtfully, "I've never heard of Life Link in Death Magic. Since Terenas is the Lich King, can't he command any Undead to die?"
Medivh hesitated for a long time before saying regretfully, "Unfortunately, I can't gamble. If the Orcs suffer heavy casualties, we won't be able to explain it to her."
Meryl Winterstorm looked up at the sky.
Above the mist that shrouded the Valley, the larger of Azeroth's twin moons shone with a soft light.
Meryl Winterstorm pondered for a long time:
"Medivh, don't worry. You can't act directly, but if you act indirectly, this debt won't be attributed to you. Terenas has become the Lich King, the common enemy of Azeroth. You just need to do it subtly."
Medivh's eyes lit up, and he said with delight:
"Using mortal strength and drawing upon the Power of the Holy Light, defeating Terenas is not difficult."
Meryl Winterstorm analyzed carefully, "Sylvanas's army is stationed in the Lake Darrowmere area, while Blackmoore is in Silverpine Forest and Hillsbrad Foothills. If we add the Dwarves and Gnomes of Ironforge and the humans of Stormwind City, they can form a powerful force when united."
Upon hearing Blackmoore's name, Medivh frowned but ultimately said nothing.
Blackmoore was merely a minor ailment; the Lich King Terenas was the real threat.
Medivh understood immediately and whispered, "We need a spokesperson to rally the Alliance and call upon all races to join us in the war against the Lich King."
"There is no one more suitable than Uther." Meryl Winterstorm kicked the unconscious Uther on the ground.
In an unassuming inn in Lordaeron, Anachronos and his companions witnessed the battle between Terenas and Medivh.
"Medivh!"
Anachronos looked fearful. "The Medivh on the Timeways is just as arrogant and unreasonable."
Velen stroked his chin and asked, "What's the deal with this Lich King Terenas?"
Rend and Thrall also looked at Anachronos, their eyes filled with distrust.
Anachronos glared at Velen and explained, "Death Magic has many variables; this wasn't part of my plan."
Rend said with a hint of complaint, "Fine, we came here to stop Blackmoore from growing stronger and to rescue Naruk Xil who was kidnapped, and now we have the Lich King to rely on too."
Seeing that everyone was silent, Thrall mustered his courage and said:
"Let me say this: although the evidence of Naruk Xil's kidnapping points to Blackmoore, who knows if Terenas is his master?"
Rend seemed to agree, "Thrall is right, we must stop the Lich King Terenas."
Anachronos smiled wryly. "How can we stop it? Should we ask young Arthas for help? Or is one of you capable of defeating the Lich King?"
Rend's eyes darted around, and he grinned maliciously, saying, "In our Timeline, it was Thrall who killed King Terenas."
Thrall was terrified and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I can't do it! Terenas from our Timeline is an idiot."
Anachronos thought this made some sense, and stood up, saying, "Let's go to the Lake Darrowmere region, the Barov Family's territory."
"What are you going to do?" Rend asked.
Anachronos gazed at the vast night and murmured:
"A large Orcs internment camp was built there. We rescued all the Orcs and handed them over to Thrall."