Human thinking has inertia. Robbie and Kel'Thuzad went to great lengths and paid a high price to plan this island adventure, all to make Med'an believe that Shadowmourne was real.
Of course, the gains were also enormous. For example, there were the Fel Reavers from the Burning Legion. Not long after Khadgar and Med'an left, a large Goblin goblins arrived at Skull Island. It was no accident that the Fel Reaver's right leg got stuck; it was a trap that had been designed in advance. The Brotherhood's Goblin engineers disassembled the Fel Reaver and transported it away in dozens of ships.
This single Fel Reaver cost far more than all the preparations made on Skull Island.
Not long after, a group of Blue Dragonflight towards Skull Island, circled the Island for a long time, but did not see any Fel Reaver, so they had no choice but to leave in frustration.
Shattrath City.
The Legion of Light defeated the Black Temple forces led by Illidan, but this did not bring peace and prosperity. The seemingly peaceful city of Shattrath was merely a facade of tranquility under the oppressive rule of the Naaru A'dal.
The Lower City are inhabited by hopeless Arakkoa and Broken, the orphanages in Sha'tar are filled with starving and destitute children, and the Shattrath City is rife with conflict between the Scryers and the Aldor. Shattrath has never known peace.
The nobles continued to enjoy their wealthy and luxurious lives, while poverty still loomed over the majority of the common people.
After Illidan's rule was overthrown, people discovered that life had not changed; in fact, it was worse than before.
At the End of the World Inn in the Lower City, Griftah generously booked a large room to prepare for the upcoming transaction.
Med'an rushed to Shattrath City to trade with Griftah. Khadgar had many things to do; the war with the Iron Horde required his attention, and the conflicts and entanglements between the Alliance and the Horde also required Khadgar concern. He couldn't always be with Med'an.
Griftah received Med'an in a friendly manner. Med'an, however, was the son of the Savior Medivh, and naturally had a terrible temper when dealing with these lower-class people. Enduring the stench of the Lower City, he threatened them fiercely.
"Griftah, here are a thousand gold coins. That should be enough for you to live a good life. I've been very polite. My patience is limited. Hand over Shadowmourne now. You should know the consequences of offending the Guardians."
Griftah simply smiled, not annoyed at all. He might have said to a clueless child, "If this is your final offer, then it's over. Both the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion have contacted me, showing great interest in Shadowmourne. The Guardians are terrifying, but I'm more afraid of being poor."
"You dare to talk to me about prices? Who do you think you are?" Med'an refused to back down and continued his intimidation.
Griftah shrugged. "Alright, perhaps I shouldn't have given Khadgar face. You can go back now, Med'an. I'll be waiting for the Guardian in Shattrath City."
Graviss, the Goblin auctioneer from Booty Bay, acted as a mediator and quickly stepped in to smooth things over. Med'an realized that his threats had no effect and could only soften his stance and remain silent for the time being.
Griftah led the way, saying as they walked, "Back then, when the Evil Illidan seized the Black Temple, a large number of poor people flooded into our Shattrath City. We only ate one meal a day back then."
"And now?" Graviss asked curiously.
"Thanks to the Army of the Light, Illidan was defeated, and now we can eat a meal every two days."
"One meal every two days? This!" Graviss scratched his head, unsure what to say.
"Thanks to the great A'dal, for bringing hope to Shattrath City. Eating once every two days is a great improvement over eating once a day," Griftah said with a devout expression.
After Illidan was defeated, the people of Shattrath suffered even more. The Army of the Light possessed extremely advanced technology, but lacked technology for improving people's livelihoods. Perhaps in their view, it was only right for the poor to live a hard life.
Graviss was there to make a trade, so he didn't participate much in the conversation, only offering a faint smile.
Med'an snorted coldly; he didn't care how many meals the poor ate a day.
The inn in the working-class area, with its simple rooms,
"This is the Arakkoa identification expert, Skizzik the Talonpriest," Griftah introduced the Arakkoa beside him. Med'an looked at the Arakkoa in surprise. He could tell that this was an imposter, but he couldn't see through his true form.
Med'an frowned, sensing a threat: Azeroth actually possessed such a highly skilled Archmage.
The so-called Arakkoa expert was actually Kel'Thuzad in disguise; he had to ensure that the equipment Med'an presented was genuine.
An Arakkoa maidservant brought him a drink, but Med'an refused to drink it, no matter how hard he tried, because of the dark liquid and the strange bubbles.
Griffonta began rambling on and on about the history of Shattrath City, living up to his reputation as a notorious conman of Shattrath. He talked about everything from the Draenei era to the orcish occupation, the Burning Legion, Illidan, and now the Naaru under A'dal's rule. Med'an listened with growing impatience, his patience slowly crumbling.
Graviss reminded him that it was time to make the deal, and Griftah seemed to remember something.
"Thirty sets of Epic gear, no bargaining. Khadgar and I know each other very well, otherwise he would never have offered such a low price," Griftah.
This price isn't too expensive. While Epic- level equipment is precious, Legendary- level equipment is even rarer, priceless treasures whose value cannot be measured in monetary terms.
Thirty sets of Epic gear! Med'an was so angry he almost jumped up, but luckily the Goblin Graviss restrained the impulsive Med'an, and the two engaged in a long price negotiation.
Finally, after Griftah made concessions, he agreed to exchange fifteen sets of Epic gear for Shadowmourne, in addition to an additional five million gold.
Fifteen sets of Epic gear could only be easily obtained by the wealthy and powerful Karazhan, through thousands of years of fierce battles between the Guardians and Demons, plus the cunning and forceful acquisition of gear from various races.
Although Med'an was unwilling, he could only take out fifteen sets of Epic gear. Both parties had them appraised to confirm their authenticity. Med'an had no doubt about the authenticity of Shadowmourne, while Graviss only glanced at them briefly before the transaction was completed.
With Shadowmourne, Med'an gave the old Troll Griftah a meaningful look as he left.
Fifteen Epic sets of gear! The old Trolls Griftah and Kel'Thuzad were so excited their hands trembled. Even at the height of Dalaran's power, bringing out fifteen Epic sets of gear was bound to be a devastating blow.
Robbie, however, was somewhat puzzled; he had been monitoring the transaction between the two sides.
I always felt that things were a bit too relaxed.
This was a huge deal, destined to go down in history. How could it have been completed so easily? Was there some kind of trickery involved?
Although Saurfang the Great's birthday was fast approaching and Med'an was particularly anxious, Robbie felt that something was amiss and voiced his doubts.
Kel'Thuzad shook his head after hearing this and said, "I can guarantee that these Epic sets are genuine!"
"Are they all real?" Robbie carefully examined each of the fifteen sets of equipment.
Most of the equipment in Karazhan was captured from Demons, specifically from the powerful Demons generals of the Burning Legion.
"Legion Lord's Destroyer Set, Dreadlord's Deception Set, Fel Slayer's Darkmantle Set, Sexy Succubus's Three-Point Temptation Set"
The dots, lines, and planes in Robbie's eyes told him that these suits were real.
However, three of the sets of equipment exhibited magical fluctuations that were noticeably different from the others.
"People die for wealth, birds die for food. This harvest has exceeded our expectations; we can't afford to take risks." Robbie found a map of Draenor and pointed to the Gorgrond region, saying, "I have a plan."