The fog covering the Island was resolved, but a group of volatile Water Elementals became a new problem. Khadgar looked at Med'an, unsure whether he was doing it on purpose.
Med'an was, after all, a defective product, an unqualified Savior; his magic often produced various mishaps, both big and small.
"For the Horde!" Med'an brandished his staff and shouted the order, "Kill all these Water Elementals!"
"For the Horde!" the Horde warriors shouted, charging towards the Water Elementals with their Battle Axes.
Compared to the mysterious and terrifying Evil Spirits shrouded in the mist, this opponent, whom they could see and touch, was far more friendly. Med'an revealed Evil smile, which Khadgar noticed.
"He was the one who caused all this trouble."
However, these Water Elemental were stronger than expected. Perhaps due to absorbing the fog, they had become Corruption and Poisoned Water Elemental. Orcs Warriors would suffer skin rot if they came into contact with even a little bit, and many Orcs Warriors fell down.
"Med'an." Khadgar saw the problem; even without Med'an releasing the water himself, these Veterans would likely not survive. He quickly reminded him, "There's something wrong with these Water Elementals; you must use your full power."
Med'an then realized that he might have gone a bit too far. If all the soldiers died before the mission was completed, he would have to go back by himself and wouldn't be able to find Shadowmourne.
The Evil entity lurking in the mist could appear at any moment. These Orcs Veterans were his reliance, his source of confidence. Even if he fled, they would cover his retreat.
Kel'Thuzad was secretly monitoring the battle on the Island; the disappearance of the mist, the out-of-control Poisoned Water Elementals —everything was under his control.
"Khadgar Mastery in Frost and knows how to use Water Elementals to absorb the mist. This is exactly what I set in mind. Without the mist, they can see for themselves how Shadowmourne disappears before their eyes."
When Med'an got serious, his strength was quite impressive. He summoned hundreds of Magic Clones. Although these clones could only attack one target at a time, each volley would take down a Poisoned Water Elemental.
Now that the fog has lifted, they can finally find the right path. Although the Horde's warriors have suffered heavy casualties, seeing their goal in sight has given them a lot of courage. The Evil in the fog has not appeared, and the Orcs Warriors are full of confidence, charging towards the coast under Med'an's leadership.
Soon, Med'an arrived at the first shipwreck, which was filled with a large number of Undead Murlocs. However, this did not stop the brave Orcs Warriors. Unfortunately, they were unlucky and searched the entire shipwreck without finding any trace of Shadowmourne.
There were several shipwrecks along the coast, and many Poisoned Water Elementals were roaming nearby, so Med'an had no choice but to order the search to continue.
After searching several shipwrecks, most of the Orcs Veterans were killed, and the rest were all wounded. Finally, they found a few clues. On the deck of one of the shipwrecks, Med'an found a parchment.
Med'an couldn't recognize the Magic Symbols on it, so he had to hand it over to Khadgar for translation.
"I am immersed in the icy seawater; Shadowmourne requires sacrifice, a thousand Restless Souls are needed to awaken it."
"The suffering is more unbearable than death. I began to envy the dead. A large group of Death Murloc dragged the ship carrying that weapon into the cold sea, crashing against the hard reef. I will be the first victim."
Having deciphered the coded symbols, Khadgar sighed, a headache forming in his mind, "It seems the ship we're looking for is in the sea." He quickly calculated the direction and pointed to a reef, saying, "It should be below that reef."
Med'an panicked again, asking in a distressed tone, "Senior brother, what... what should we do?" Salvaging a sunken ship was not part of the plan.
"We are mages. You should think carefully about what spells could make a shipwreck float to the surface, instead of just sighing here," Khadgar reminded him. As Medivh's son, Med'an possessed many powerful forbidden spells.
Med'an thought for a long time before saying:
"I once owned a Fel Reaver, but it went out of control and was destroyed by my father. I commissioned another one and had it assembled by the Bilgewater Cartel, but unfortunately, I haven't had time to install the weapons yet."
"Then hurry up and summon it!" Khadgar said hastily.
Med'an had no choice but to raise the Guardian Staff, its tip radiating an Evil green light.
"Come on, my most reliable comrade, damned Fel Reaver, hurry up and descend!" Med'an was anxious.
"Just as expected, at this point, Med'an can only summon the Fel Reaver to salvage the sunken ship." Robbie had witnessed Med'an's battle firsthand. The Goblin Bilgewater Cartel could only assemble such high-tech products as Fel Reaver; only the Burning Legion could manufacture them.
The power of Fel surged, and a strange green vortex appeared in the sky above the Island, spewing out the aura of demonic energy.
With a rumble, Med'an's face twitched; the Island was experiencing Magic Interference, which was consuming even more of his mana.
A ball of green Flame descended from the sky, gradually Flame down to reveal the massive silhouette of the Fel Reaver.
This Fel Reaver is slightly larger than the last one, and it has the Bilgewater Cartel's logo on its arm.
Having learned from the previous experience of the Fel Reaver going out of control, this time the Fel Reaver was not equipped with Intelligent System. Med'an climbed into the cockpit and personally took control of the Fel Reaver.
Following Khadgar's directions, the massive Fel Reaver located the shipwreck. The water was deep, but only reached the Fel Reaver's waist. The Fel Reaver's arms reached into the depths of the water and forcefully lifted the wrecked ship.
The sunken ship surfaced, but the Fel Reaver remained immobilized.
"Oh no, the mech's right leg is stuck and we can't get it out." Med'an was sweating profusely with anxiety.
"You idiot, you're such a worry!"
Khadgar was at a loss for words. At this moment, Shadowmourne was the most important thing. The remaining Orcs Warriors could only build a few rafts and row towards the sunken ship carried by the Fel Reaver.
Just then, a cloud of mist suddenly appeared on the sea, and the clanging of chains could be heard again.
The mist moved rapidly, quickly obscuring the towering figure of the Fel Reaver.
Khadgar, standing on the shore, frowned slightly. The Evil presence in the mist reappeared. Khadgar gripped his staff tightly. He hesitated for a moment, then decided it was best not to make a move.
The Orcs Veterans on the raft were terrified. Many jumped into the water and swam towards the shore. Suddenly, a large number of Undead Murlocs surged out of the water. On the shore, these Undead Murlocs were no match for the Orcs and were slaughtered.
But once in the water, it became the domain of the Murloc. The Orcs Veterans were attacked one after another, their rafts were destroyed by the Murloc, and the Orcs fell into the icy sea with cries of agony, becoming delicacies for the Undead Murloc, their blood staining the sea red.
"This is terrible!" Khadgar closed his eyes. If he had enough mana, he might have been able to steal Shadowmourne, but now he had no confidence and could only watch helplessly as the Orcs Veterans were wiped out.
Only a few sailors, Chef, and other support staff remained on the shore. Khadgar shook his head, knowing that this adventure had failed.
The Fel Reaver was shrouded in mist, and Med'an dared not linger for too long. He knew he was no match for that Evil being; last time he had escaped with his life only by feigning death.
Med'an opened the hatch of the Fel Reaver and used Blink repeatedly to finally return to Khadgar's side. He was so frightened that his legs went weak. What a pity for that Fel Reaver.
Just then, a delicate little wooden boat emerged from behind the rocks not far away.
The small wooden boat, like a nimble shark, glided through the dense reefs. An old Troll stood on the boat, waving and grinning at Khadgar as a greeting.
"It's him!" Khadgar recognized the old Troll, Griftah, the old conman and merchant of priceless treasures from the slums of Shattrath City in Outland.
Khadgar had lived in Shattrath City for a period of time and was particularly familiar with Griftah; the two had interacted before.
Griftah held a magic lantern in his hand, which could dispel the fog at sea. The clattering of chains rang out again, and shadows in the fog rushed toward the small wooden boat. Griftah remained calm and took out a Voodoo Doll.
Unaware of the Voodoo Doll's origins, neither the Undead Murlocs in the water nor the Evil beings in the mist dared to approach. Khadgar and Med'an stared in disbelief as the old Troll boarded the sunken ship.
Shortly after, Griftah emerged from the shipwreck, carrying a huge Battle Axe on his shoulder.
A broad axe blade, an emerald green axe body, surrounded by dense, shimmering aura.
"Shadowmourne!" Med'an exclaimed.
Khadgar sighed heavily, never expecting to have worked for someone else's benefit, with the old swindler ultimately obtaining Shadowmourne. Although Griftah was a notorious conman, he possessed genuine treasures. The Troll Empire had a long history, worshipping all sorts of gods, and many strange and unusual items had been passed down through generations.
"Khadgar, if you're interested in Shadowmourne, let's meet in Shattrath City. We're old friends, and the price is negotiable."
Griftah shouted and steered the small boat through the reef area, heading out to sea.
Khadgar wanted to give chase, but the Evil presence lurking in the mist made Khadgar realize he wouldn't gain any advantage, so he had no choice but to give up.
"That old Troll got off easy." Khadgar simply smiled. With his composure and experience, he wasn't particularly upset. Failure in an adventure was inevitable. He just wondered how the old Troll had gotten the information. Had someone leaked it?
Med'an, standing to the side, looked distressed and was almost in tears.
"Oh no, what do we do? Saurfang the Great's birthday is almost here! That damned old Troll, I'll tear him to pieces! Senior Brother Khadgar, do you know him?"
"Griftah, the merchant of unparalleled treasures in Shattrath City." Khadgar gave a strange smile. "A very interesting character."
"Should we?" Med'an made a throat-slitting gesture.
"Shattrath City is A'dal's territory. Do you want to make enemies of the Naaru Legion?" Khadgar warned, then reassured Med'an, "Don't worry, Griftah knows his own limitations. With Shadowmourne, countless adventurers are eyeing him covetously. He won't be leaving Shattrath City. He'll get rid of it as soon as possible."
"Beware of the Trolls." Khadgar finally understood; he needed to be wary of Griftah.
Having witnessed Griftah take Shadowmourne, Khadgar and Med'an instinctively ignored the question of whether Shadowmourne genuine or not.