Med'an's situation was extremely delicate, as could be seen from his serial number.
Experiment 709, such a late number, suggests either a very weak product or a failed attempt.
Med'an's strength was quite good. Medivh wanted to create a perfect Savior by himself, so he fused many bloodlines and finally succeeded.
Unfortunately, it fell far short of expectations; in a sense, Med'an was a defective product.
Med'an can survive until a qualified product is produced. But if Medivh makes a breakthrough and creates the perfect bloodline, Med'an will be of little use.
But he wanted to survive and didn't want to be eliminated, so in addition to pleasing Medivh, he also had to cling to a powerful figure.
He initially chose Thrall, but as Thrall's situation worsened and he became increasingly marginalized, he lost access to the core rights of the Orcs.
The reason for this is quite strange. All the Orcs know that the richest woman in Kalimdor, Orgrimmar's flight master Doras, is someone who can curry favor with her and get closer to the position of Orcs Warchief.
Doras originally favored Thrall, who possessed both strength and wisdom. When the Orcs first entered Kalimdor and faced numerous powerful enemies, it was thanks to Doras's support that the Orcs were able to gain a foothold in the Barrens.
Why would Doras help the Orcs? It's all because of Thrall's handsome appearance and strong physique.
But for some reason, Thrall rejected Doras's offer and chose the younger Agna instead.
Actually, it's nothing. Doras doesn't want to marry just one man. She has many suitors of various races, practically a living encyclopedia of Kalimdor's creatures.
But Thrall kept his distance from Doras, saying things like their love was stronger than gold and that their love should remain constant. Med'an was puzzled; he always felt that Thrall wasn't that kind of person.
Thrall was clever; he found Garrosh as his replacement. Unfortunately, Garrosh was eager to avenge his father, which led to his alienation from his followers and his eventual removal from the position of Warchief.
At this time, Saurfang the Great finally seized the opportunity and became a close confidant of Doras. Although he was not the Warchief of the Orcs, his power and prestige had long surpassed that of the Warchief.
Med'an immediately sprang into action; Saurfang the Great's birthday was the perfect opportunity.
Shadowmourne holds immense significance for Saurfang the Great. It is said that Shadowmourne was originally forged for Thrall's successor, Dranosh Saurfang, but unfortunately, Dranosh Saurfang died at the Wrathgate.
If Med'an can retrieve Shadowmourne, he could very well gain the support of Saurfang the Great.
Therefore, as soon as Med'an heard about the clues to Shadowmourne, he immediately went to Khadgar, and the two hit it off immediately.
You must trust me, Med'an.
Khadgar was displeased with the Half-Orcs's questioning, his expression turning slightly stern.
"Only I know the whereabouts of Shadowmourne right now. If you have any doubts, you can ask the Bronze Dragonflight; they will help you retrieve this weapon."
Upon hearing this, Med'an immediately lowered his tone. Nozdormu, that old dragon, was elusive, and even Medivh probably couldn't find him. "Brother Khadgar, this time it's all up to you. Don't worry, I'll definitely fulfill my promise to you."
Khadgar snorted. If it weren't for the incredibly tempting offer from Med'an, he wouldn't have revealed the whereabouts of Shadowmourne to this defective individual. He glanced around at the people on the ship, then asked sternly:
"Are you all ready? We're not facing an ordinary enemy, but an incredibly strange Undead force and a powerful unknown entity. We need a professional and well-trained team. Don't expect me to be of much help."
Everyone has their own area of expertise. Khadgar is a very traditional Dalaran Mages, Mastery Arcane, Frost, and Flame magic, but necromancy and necromancy are not his forte.
"Don't worry, senior brother, everything is ready." Med'an put on a clever and capable expression.
Inside the spacious cabin, beautiful Blood Elf maidens served tea and refreshments. The ship sailed slowly and smoothly. When only Khadgar and Med'an remained in the cabin, Khadgar noticed Med'an's hesitation.
"What do you want to ask? Speak quickly while I'm in a good mood," Khadgar said, frowning.
Med'an looked conflicted, and after a long pause, he finally said, "I'd like to ask you, senior brother, how should I get along with my father?"
Khadgar's expression darkened. This was a taboo subject; gossiping about Medivh behind his back was unwise, but given their cooperative relationship, he decided to help the poor boy.
"First, you need to understand your father, the Guardian Medivh. He is a rather free-spirited person. You could say that he has transcended the constraints of the mortal world. He has seen through the ethics and morals of the world and is truly unrestrained, without desires or wants, and transcends the world."
Khadgar was being quite tactful; simply put, Medivh was a lawless man who disregarded all ethics and morality, and was unrestrained by any feelings of love or hate. Even if you did him a favor, he wouldn't remember it and would easily frame you and kill you. He acted entirely on impulse, recklessly and wantonly.
"Back then, I did your father a great favor. Everyone thought that Guardian Medivh, bore no responsibility whatsoever for summoning the Dark Portal and attracting the Orcs; it was all a Legion conspiracy. But I know your father's character. This wasn't enough to make him look at me differently, so I wisely gave up all glory and chose to go to Outland. Your father isn't stubborn enough. As long as you're far enough away from him, he won't harm you, and might even forget you."
Khadgar has now accumulated considerable power, making him someone Medivh cannot easily challenge. This is largely due to Medivh's patience and his covert accumulation of strength.
"This!"
Med'an frowned upon hearing this. He was reluctant to give up his status. The prosperity of Orgrimmar, the ruggedness of Thunder Bluff, the mystery of Undercity, the voluptuous and passionate Orcs beauties, and the wealth of the trading kings were all attracting his young heart.
The large ship docked at Ratchet Downs for supplies, Khadgar finally saw Med'an's elite troops.
There were more than thirty ships of varying sizes, like a small army, all loaded with supplies.
"What the hell? Are you planning to attack Stormwind City?"
Khadgar laughed out of anger. His idea was a well-trained squad, ideally around twenty people, with a full range of professions, excellent training, and top-notch equipment, capable of handling any unexpected events.
Med'an, however, brought an army of eight hundred men, plus various logistical support teams such as sailors Chef, totaling more than a thousand people. It was a chaotic mess; this was no exploration, but a war.
"Senior brother, please rest assured, these are all drawn from the regular army, mostly Veterans of the Kor'kron Guard. You can be assured, any adventurer who sees us will flee at the mere sight of us."
That's right, when faced with a well-trained regular army, adventurers have no choice but to run away.
But this is an adventure; while regular Legions are powerful, they are not suited for this situation.
Adventurers' rich experience, their exceptional insight, their composure in the face of chaos, their timely adaptability, and their ability to advance and retreat with perfect judgment are all qualities that regular Legions cannot match.
What is this? Lacking quality, are you trying to compensate with quantity?
Khadgar looked disappointed. He estimated that if the Booty Bay map only described that much, it wouldn't be a problem.