Kalecgos Aspect of the Blue, escaped through the Demons Portal, and Naaru K'ara was unharmed, forcing the Iron Horde to temporarily halt their attack.
Commander Volka was extremely irritable and lashed out at Prince Anduin, blaming all the failures on his incompetence.
"I will prove my worth to you, Commander."
Prince Anduin was furious. He had only come to help; did he really have to take responsibility for the failure?
But he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
He had not forgotten the promise made by Duke Alpha, and the power of Gorgrond was drawing him in.
When the Draenei of Shadowmoon Valley are destroyed, Prince Anduin will receive the aid of the Blackrock Clan and acquire Invincible power. Destroyer Dov, the Nathar the Eternal, life and power will all belong to him.
The next morning, after the sun rose, the Savior Med'an finally awoke from his coma.
Upon learning that Med'an's injuries were not serious and his strength had not been affected, Prince Anduin his long-planned scheme could finally proceed smoothly.
An Orcs from the Iron Horde brought breakfast to Prince Anduin. Looking at the Orcs's ferocious face and sharp fangs, Anduin felt for some reason that the Orcs's movements were somewhat familiar.
The Orcs prepared a special breakfast for Anduin, which was said to be reserved only for the highest-ranking generals of the Iron Horde.
On the plate was a piece of smoked ham with an odd color and a sulfurous odor.
"What is this?" Anduin surprise, feeling that the ham was as hard as a rock.
The Orcs shrugged and proudly introduced, "Fel ham, roasted with sulfur, is said to gain the power of Flame. In our Iron Horde, it's an extremely nutritious breakfast."
"Nourishment? I don't believe that nonsense." Anduin, smelling the nauseating stench, tried to be tactful. "I don't need any special treatment, just a regular breakfast will do."
The Orcs nodded, bowed respectfully to the Prince, picked up the Fel ham, and turned to leave.
"Who exactly is this Orcs?" Anduin scratched his head, feeling that something was amiss.
A short while later, the Orcs returned, carrying a jar. Inside was a porridge-like substance, seemingly some kind of meat sauce. Anduin took a bite; it was certainly no match for the cooking of the Stormwind City royal Chefs, but it was still barely edible.
"What kind of meat is this?" Anduin asked, then took another bite.
The Orcs hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Your Prince, as you probably know, the sea is very humid. No matter how careful we are, meat is difficult to preserve and inevitably rots. Fortunately, Garrosh brought new technology that allows a type of larva to reproduce on meat—yes, maggots."
"What, maggots?"
Upon Anduin turned pale, bent over, and vomited uncontrollably, feeling as if he had vomited up his stomach.
"This is a great tradition of the Orcs, Prince Highness, you will soon get used to it." The Orcs picked up a spoon, took a bite in front of the Prince, and nodded in satisfaction. Seeing this, Anduin vomited even more violently.
"Prince Highness, there's something I'm not sure if I should say," the Orcs suddenly said.
Anduin vomit and couldn't stop them in time, so he could only listen attentively.
"We all know why you're helping the Iron Horde; you want the mysterious power from Gorgrond." Seeing Anduin's puzzled expression, the Orcs immediately explained, "Don't ask me where I got that information. Your foolish actions have become a laughingstock; everyone in the Iron Horde knows you're a brainless human Prince."
Anduin hearing this, his nausea subsiding. He didn't understand what the Orcs meant. Even if what he said was true, why would he need to remind him from his position?
"I'm just reminding you, Prince Anduin, if such power truly existed, how could it possibly be your turn?" The Orcs smiled slightly, saying meaningfully, "You know those Orcs chieftains will do anything to gain power."
This Orcs made Anduin uneasy, a very bad feeling creeping over him, realizing he might have been fooled. But even if Duke Alpha had deceived him, it would be the Draenei who suffered, not him.
With this in mind, Prince Anduin felt it was worth the risk.
Med'an looked at the wound on his chest. Although it had stopped bleeding, his powerful magic had restored his body to its original state, but an ugly scar remained.
That scene felt like a dream. He couldn't be sure whether he had been attacked by a mysterious force or if his magic had malfunctioned and caused an accident, so he could only bury this secret in his heart.
Anduin appeared at the door, and the two childhood friends looked at each other.
Med'an saw doubt and anxiety in Anduin's eyes, Anduin saw ambition that refused to submit to Destiny.
In any case, the demise of the Draenei was inevitable.
"Let's begin!" Prince Anduin nodded.
Med'an stood up, a vicious glint in his eyes.
"My father, Medivh, personally annihilated the Draenei of Outland, leaving them to wail and scream under the iron hooves of the Orcs, slaughtering them to the last man. This was the Destiny of the Draenei. Today, I, Med'an, the future Guardian, will bring the same devastating calamity upon these Draenei. History is about to be set in motion."
Countless prophecies have proven that the Draenei will inevitably be slaughtered by the Orcs.
But an unexpected event occurred in this Timeline: the fall of the Prophet Velen.
Without the Prophet Velen, Anduin and Med'an both began to doubt the accuracy of the prophecy.
"History will prove that we are the true Justice," Anduin said.
The morning sea breeze caressed Robbie's face, bringing a touch of warm dampness. Robbie and Vanessa stood side by side on the position, carefully observing the Iron Horde's fleet through binoculars.
On the deck of the Iron Horde's flagship, the Destroyer, the Orcs commander Volka, Med'an, Prince Anduin were discussing something.
Then, Med'an gripped the Guardian's Legendary staff and began casting a spell.
On the calm sea, suddenly waves surged and towering waves appeared. A large black ship answered the call and abruptly appeared on the sea. This ship was comparable in size to the Destroyer and was piled high with boxes of gunpowder.
Two flags flew on the ship: the golden lion's head banner, symbolizing the Stormwind City royal power, and the olive branch banner, bearing Peace Dove. Anduin and Med'an boarded the large ship and stood at its bow. Propelled by powerful magic, the ship, laden with gunpowder, slowly sailed towards the Karabor Temple.
Yrel's eyes widened; she could see the gunpowder on the large black ship without even needing binoculars.
"Oh my god, what are they doing?"
"Don't you understand? They want to blow up the Karabor Temple." Robbie's face darkened. "Once they get close to the coastline, Med'an will use magic to complete the final leg of the journey."
Yrel rolled her eyes at Robbie and said irritably, "Of course I know their intentions. We have hundreds of cannons. Aren't they afraid we'll blow up this ship? That would be a suicidal and foolish act."
Vanessa stared at Prince Anduin the bow of the ship, her voice icy. "Standing at the bow is Prince Anduin. If the Draenei dare to fire, it will be tantamount to severing the royal line of Stormwind City."
Robbie took a deep breath and said helplessly:
"King Varian is a warrior. Although he dares not vent his courage on the Orcs who destroyed Kingdom of Stormwind, if we kill Prince Anduin, King Varian will surely raise his army and personally destroy Shadowmoon Valley."
Why is this happening?
Yrel then realized the seriousness of the situation; the Draenei were now in a dilemma.
"It's simple, because the Draenei are too weak," Robbie replied. "Weakness is the original sin."