Thrall has been in a bad mood lately; he's been particularly irritable.
Before he could even settle into his throne, Arthas drove him out of Lordaeron and forced him to flee through the filthy sewers. Tens of thousands of valiant Orcs Warriors perished in Lordaeron.
Thrall's bad mood was unimaginable. An angry Thrall was particularly eager to kill. Heading north from Lordaeron, following the direction the Orcs fled, the wooden stakes along the roadside were covered with Orcs Corpses.
For the slightest thing, or even just glancing at Thrall, they would take their anger out on him, and Orcs of orcs would be executed by Thrall, dying on their escape routes.
Under Thrall's bloody and brutal suppression, all dissenting voices within the Orcs were quickly silenced.
Thrall's power was consolidated once again, as the negative impact of the defeat in Lordaeron quickly dissipated.
Practice has proven that even the bravest Orcs Imp.
Faced with the cruel and merciless Thrall, even the bravest Orcs Warriors chose silence and oblivion.
Sylvanas stayed by Orcs 'Thrall side the whole time, observing Thrall actions with a critical eye. She admired Thrall skillful tactics while also making plans for the future of the High Elves.
The Scourge Undead across everything with unstoppable force, and the Orcs were on the verge of defeat. Sylvanas's attitude grew increasingly hostile. Quel'Thalas did not have high hopes for the Orcs, and the Elf King Anasterian had already planned to join forces with the Scourge Undead attack Orcs from both sides, and had secretly informed Sylvanas to prepare in advance.
The Elf King had only one concern: his Guardian Medivh.
Until they receive accurate information from Medivh, the High Elves must remain restrained.
Sylvanas had her own concerns; she hadn't forgotten the hateful look in Prince Arthas's eyes.
There are no permanent friends, nor permanent enemies.
Hopefully, Arthas will prioritize the greater good and that the High Elves and the Scourge Undead cooperate closely.
Thrall noticed Sylvanas's attitude and even heard some unfavorable news.
But he was powerless to do anything about it.
At this most desperate moment, a black raven appeared before the Orcs ranks; Medivh had finally appeared.
After the volcanic eruption in Dragonblight ceased, Medivh awoke in the cold, rocky mountains.
After the Spellstealer Wyrm calmed down, they all returned to his body. Medivh, having regained his mana, found himself alone. Part of his memory was gone forever; he didn't even know why he had come here.
A voice rang in his ears, echoing repeatedly in his mind:
Arthas has acquired Frostmourne.
"Arthas's existence threatens the Guardians ' position, Medivh, you must fight."
Those who oppose our Guardians will ultimately perish.
Medivh was not surprised by his amnesia.
Standing at Medivh's level, he has been able to examine life objectively from a detached perspective.
He knew that people need to forget many memories in their lives, most of which are selectively forgotten by the brain, while others are forgotten because the world forces you to forget them, leaving you with no choice.
In fact, it is very difficult for people to truly understand themselves. If a person could recover all their forgotten memories, they would find that this person is a stranger and is definitely not the person they knew.
Medivh returned to Karazhan and searched for information in the library, but unfortunately there was no record of Frostmourne.
He then went to Lordaeron for Thrall's coronation ceremony and witnessed Arthas's power firsthand.
Medivh was telling himself he had to be patient; he needed to face unprecedented challenges.
No one dares challenge the authority of the Guardians. If anyone does, then they are destroyed by the power of all living beings in Azeroth. This is the great wisdom of the Guardians. What became of the once invincible Deathwing?
Inside the Orcs camp, Medivh sensed the Orcs' low morale, not only because of the Scourge's strength, but also because Thrall's bloody brutality had given the Orcs a sense of being at their wits' end.
Medivh met Thrall and encouraged the hot-tempered Orcs.
"All kings must endure setbacks and suffer the test of failure. Do not be discouraged by trivial hardships; your journey has only just begun. The Orcs will surely save Azeroth. Rise up, Savior Thrall."
"Guardian, I've finally waited for you." Thrall's eyes welled with tears.
"Arthas is too wicked. How dare he slaughter our friendly Orcs! We Orcs deserve fair treatment. We are a peace-loving race and are willing to join hands with all the races of Azeroth to protect the world and safeguard peace."
Just a few days ago, at his coronation ceremony, Thrall cruelly forced the various races of the Eastern Kingdoms to hand over some of their people. Sylvanas felt somewhat uneasy about Thrall's rapid change of heart in order to feed the Orcs.
"Rest assured, Thrall, Arthas will pay for his crimes. He has been shrouded in darkness, slid into the Abyss of corruption, and stands on the opposite side of the world," Medivh raised his voice, announcing to the assembled Orcs.
"Arthas has acted tyrannically, personally murdering his father, King Terenas, and cruelly killing his teacher, Uther. His Undead has Scourge Lordaeron and ravaged Lordaeron people. His crimes are unforgivable. The Orcs, upholding their belief in Justice, are determined to fight Arthas to the very end, for the sake of Azeroth."
Thrall took out a thigh bone and took a big bite of the meat on it. This was one of Uther 'Thrall favorite delicacies. Hearing the Guardian's declaration, Thrall quickly echoed, "The Guardian is absolutely right! We Orcs are a peace-loving race. We must fight the Evil Arthas to the very end, for the sake of Azeroth!"
The Orcs were used to Chieftain Thrall and Guardian Medivh spouting nonsense and distorting the truth, and a burst of enthusiastic cheers immediately erupted from the crowd.
For Azeroth.
Countless Orcs were moved to tears, shedding tears of emotion.
What a bunch of drama queens!
Sylvanas was completely convinced and had no choice but to roar back:
For Azeroth.
In the days that followed, even after becoming the Horde of the Warchief, Sylvanas would feel nauseous and uncomfortable, and have the urge to vomit, whenever she shouted "For Azeroth!"
Next, Medivh comforted Sylvanas.
"Windrunner Sylvanas, Quel'Thalas is protected by powerful magic. Arthas is just a reckless fool; he lacks the wisdom to break through Magic Shield. Just in case, I'm willing to offer some assistance to strengthen the magical defenses and ensure absolute safety. In this world, no one can rival the magic of the Guardians."
Sylvanas was overjoyed, for this meant the Scourge Undead be unable to conquer Quel'Thalas.
"Thank you for your generosity, Guardian. You will always be a friend of Quel'dorei."
Medivh smiled faintly, as if he had suddenly remembered something:
"Speaking of friends, I think of some close friends who are of similar strength to me. They are all magical and elemental beings. They helped me a lot when I was wandering in the Void. I will build a huge Teleportation Array in Silvermoon City. When my old friends arrive in Silvermoon City, it will be the end of the Scourge Undead."
Medivh narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a confident expression:
"I have seen it. Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon City, that is Arthas's burial place. I have seen it. Frostmourne has been broken, and the Scourge Undead been destroyed."