Medivh's robes billowed, whistling in the wind. He brandished his staff, casting spells rapidly. Arcane and Fel energies fused together, creating a subtle reaction that coalesced into dozens of spherical bombs that flew through the air.
The Draenei, shrouded in an ominous aura, and the one-eyed High Elves, were all reduced to ashes by the bomb attack. Medivh snorted coldly and laughed contemptuously:
"Let those who have passed away remain forever silent; why release them?"
"So you know who they are?" Nozdormu asked.
Medivh raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice:
"The Tauren leader? Ha, just a lowly Tauren. Why should I know his name? The Draenei is Prophet Velen, isn't he? I saw him in Shattrath City. As for the one-eyed High Elf, hmph, an insignificant nobody."
"But do you know what they went through in the future?"
Nozdormu roared:
"Cairne Bloodhoof was eaten by your pet Thrall, along with his wife and children. He was later resurrected as Undead by the Dark Lady, his soul never to rest. Prophet Velen chose to trust the Orcs and negotiated with Orcs in Theramore, only to be torn to pieces by a group of Orcs. Well, I've forgotten the last guy's name; he was too insignificant, and his fate was even more tragic."
"These are all possible or impossible dark futures. To maintain the stability of time, I must eliminate a few unfavorable Timelines and turn them into my collection. Medivh, let me show you my most powerful collection."
An angry roar came from inside the rotating Portal, as if a terrifying monster was imprisoned there.
Boom!
Nozdormu summoned a golden Portal, and a tall Orcs stepped out.
The Dragon King's body was enormous. This Orcs was similar in size to Nozdormu, but much stronger. His skin was like black rock, with occasional cracks revealing a reddish interior, like Lava.
A red demonic horn appeared on the giant Orcs's forehead, and its fangs were incredibly sharp, both bright red, radiating an ominous light.
That face is clearly Thrall's.
"What's going on? Why is this happening?" Medivh was astonished, sensing the Orcs's power. The orc possessed immense Elemental Power, which even Medivh found frightening.
Like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Thrall Azeroth exists in a certain abandoned Timeline in the future. At some point in the future, if Thrall disregards the lives of the Orcs, he will successfully fuse the Elemental Power earth, fire, water, and wind, devour the four Elemental Lords, become a world-destroying Orcs, and destroy Azeroth. He will name himself Thrall Azeroth, and even you, the Guardian Medivh, are merely a delicious meal for him."
The giant Orcs let out a deafening roar, and a massive gust of air formed from his mouth, like a terrifying tornado. Medivh felt himself being pulled toward the terrifying maw by a tremendous force, and could only keep Blink away to maintain his distance. Unfortunately, Jaina, who was far away, could not do that and was soon dragged into the giant mouth by the irresistible gust of air.
The Orcs chewed vigorously, and before Jaina could even scream, she was turned into a pile of red, rotten flesh and swallowed.
Boom!
Four enormous totems descended from the sky and hovered in the air. These were not ordinary totems, but the four Elemental Lords.
Ragnaros the Firelord, Al'Akir the Wind Rider, Neptulon the Tidehunter, Therazane the Stonemother were all stripped of their minds, and their bodies were forged into totems.
Medivh realized he was in danger, and he quickly cast a spell. Four green Demons Portals appeared simultaneously, surrounding the giant Thrall in the center. The Demons Portals opened, and the Demons Legion swarmed towards Thrall like locusts.
"Useless, Medivh." Nozdormu sneered.
"Your power is insufficient even to deal with Arthas, so how could you possibly defeat Thrall, a being capable of destroying the world? Only my Eternal Exile, that timeless prison, is his sole nemesis."
Medivh knew he couldn't defeat the giant Orcs, and he wanted to buy time to escape.
Unfortunately, the four totems imprisoned the space, rendering the Guardian's teleportation spell ineffective.
The giant Orcs leaped up in a rage, shattering four Demons Portals with a few punches, tearing apart countless Demons, and swallowing them all. The Orcs turned to Medivh, grinning maliciously, and grabbed him in his hand.
Medivh struggled in vain, finding that most of his spells had lost their effect and he could not break free.
Nozdormu gazed at the sky, his dragon eyes reflecting countless future destructions and rebirths. Re-examining the future, the Dragon King revealed a look of delight, and sneered:
"Medivh, in countless future Timelines, you will always be high above, in control of everything, influencing Azeroth with your will. You will distort the truth, bully the weak, condone the Orcs' slaughter, and commit countless evil deeds. Yet you will always portray yourself as the Guardian, enjoying the worship of the people. I thought I could do nothing against you and could only become your lackey."
"But now, I see a change. The Judge has arrived. He has witnessed your crimes. Everything you have done will become the weight of evil. The Justice will be rewarded, and the Evil will pay the price for their sins. Times have changed, Medivh. The future you will no longer be in control. You will be punished a hundredfold."
The giant Orcs stretched out its long tongue and licked Medivh's body, its foul saliva soaking Medivh completely. In this most critical and desperate moment, he finally came up with a solution.
"Nozdormu, you cannot defeat a single Guardian. Strength is merely a facade; our wisdom is far more powerful. You Dragonkin all have weaknesses."
Although most of the spells were ineffective, Medivh could still use a simple spell.
Just as Rhonin could defeat Deathwing with a simple spell, Medivh, with his profound magical power, clearly understood Dragonkin better. He cast Polymorph that almost every mage knows.
The Guardian's Polymorph is extraordinary; even the Dragon King cannot resist it.
Nozdormu turned into a little lamb.
The colossal Orcs Thrall of Thrall Azeroth is a summon of Nozdormu. Every second it exists consumes Nozdormu's mana, although this mana consumption is negligible given the dragon's massive size.
But when he turned into a sheep, he didn't have enough magic power to use.
The giant Orcs let out a furious roar of resentment. Finally, he could no longer maintain his form, and shrank little by little, returning to the golden Portal.
"Damn it, damn it, Nozdormu, you madman, how could you release such a dangerous monster!" Enraged, Medivh destroyed the golden Portal, and a scythe appeared, severing Nozdormu's head.
"I can't defeat you in the end, but it doesn't matter. You will forget all of this, and I will be reborn, because the Sands of Time are about to arrive." Nozdormu closed his eyes.
"Orcs, Thrall." Medivh, floating above the clouds, felt a sense of unease. The colossal the Destroyer Thrall had cast a deep shadow over him.
Having almost been eaten, even Medivh felt a lingering fear.
"Perhaps I don't have enough control over Thrall! What should I do?"
The battle in Silvermoon City is nearing its end.
Medivh certainly knew where Thrall was hiding and had a way to rescue him.
But he ultimately did not take any action.