As the saying goes, it's a mix of truth and falsehood.
If nothing unexpected happens, capturing Prince Anduin shouldn't be difficult, but capturing Med'an, a powerful Archmage, at the same time will be quite challenging.
Robbie disguised himself as Orcs, which made things easier for him; at least he wouldn't expose his identity and implicate the Brotherhood.
Whether in the relatively civilized Azeroth or the savage and bloodthirsty Draenor, Orcs are a noble race. They are Bloodlust and violent, savage and ferocious, unrestrained and without any moral bottom line, yet no one can do anything to them. The ferocity of the Orcs instills fear in all races, a fear that comes from the depths of their hearts.
Med'an held up his staff and cast a spell, his eyes narrowing and gleaming with magical light as he carefully examined Robbie. He didn't sense any magical fluctuations, confirming that the Orcs before him was not a magical imposter.
Anduin was somewhat frightened; he was filled with remorse.
He was a noble Prince, accustomed to being surrounded by a large entourage of guards, always swaggering around. Now, however, he was all alone, overwhelmed by a sense of loss and helplessness, unsure of what to do.
"Are you... from the Iron Horde?" Med'an asked tentatively.
Robbie remained unmoved, only offering a cold laugh.
"A distinguished guest from Orgrimmar? A servant of the benevolent Father Thrall?" Prince Anduin inquired.
Robbie's expression remained unchanged as he glared menacingly at Anduin: "Little Prince of humanity, kneel down and surrender obediently. My Axe of Tyranny is ten thousand times more ferocious Garrosh Hellscream."
Robbie raised his Battle Axe and swung it at Anduin, creating a piercing whistling sound. Anduin quickly hid behind Med'an; after all, he had received combat training and knew how to use Holy Light, so he wouldn't be easily captured.
Facing the heavy giant axe, Med'an chanted incantations, and a purple Magic Barrier appeared in front of him.
As expected of a Savior, Med'an managed to maintain the Magic Shield covering the entire ship while still having enough energy to withstand Robbie's attack, provided that Robbie didn't use his Holy Light.
"Honorable warrior." Med'an revealed a ferocious smile. Robbie broke through the Magic Shield and boarded the ship, forcing Med'an to take him seriously. He lowered his voice and said humbly, "You can tell by our appearance that we are of the same race."
"Get out of my way, you ugly little dwarf."
Faced with Med'an's fawning expression, Robbie roared rudely, "We noble Orcs have no place for a bastard like you! Don't think your pathetic magic can stop me; I'll tear you to shreds too!"
When he was called a "bastard," Med'an's face changed. Precisely because of this, Med'an did not doubt Robbie's Orcs identity, which was very much in line with the savage nature of Orcs.
Robbie swung his giant axe at Med'an, striking the Magic Barrier like Gale. Although he didn't use Holy Light, Robbie's brute force alone caused Med'an considerable pain.
The Magic Barrier emitted an unpleasant sound, as if it were about to shatter at any moment. Med'an felt his mana was running low and he was powerless to use magic to retaliate, so he hurriedly shouted, "Wait, warrior! This is a whole ship full of gunpowder! If the Magic Shield breaks and the cannonballs fall, we will all die!"
One cannonball after another struck the Magic Shield, which grew thinner and thinner, seemingly on the verge of shattering. Robbie, however, acted as if he didn't see it, sneering, "We Orcs are not afraid of death! Cowardly human Prince, foolish Half-Orcs, don't try to intimidate a great Orcs with death."
"All right!"
Faced with a truly reckless madman, Med'an was at a loss. He glanced at the trembling Prince Anduin behind him, hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and said:
"Honorable warrior, hear me out. The objective of this mission is to kill this foolish human Prince, to reduce him to ashes along with this great ship, and to pin his death on the Draenei."
"What?" Anduin hearing this.
"The relationship between the Alliance and the Draenei will be broken as soon as Prince Anduin dies."
Med'an grinned smugly. "King Varian fears us Orcs from the bottom of his heart; it's a shadow that haunts him from his childhood. He dares not do anything to the Iron Horde. But he will not fear the Draenei. This is the Horde's chance to rise. If the warrior wants Anduin, feel free to kidnap him; I will not stop him."
"No, no, you can't do this to me, you traitor!"
Anduin panicked. Seeing Med'an slip away and no longer offer him protection, Anduin felt like a helpless young girl in a dangerous wilderness, facing a pack of ferocious wolves.
Robbie nodded and smiled, "Ugly, lowly Half-Orcs mage, you've made a wise choice. No one in this world can stand against the great, Axe of Tyranny."
Upon seeing Robbie striding towards him, Anduin nearly fainted from fright. Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly said, "Wait, warrior! I'm willing to abide by the rules. According to the agreement among adventurers, I can pay to ransom my own life."
There is indeed a similar agreement among adventurers, which originated from the aristocratic class. A nobleman who was captured could buy his own life with money, and it later became an unwritten rule among adventurers.
"I don't believe you can produce wealth equivalent to that of a human Prince."
Robbie grinned maliciously, raising his Battle Axe again to intimidate the poor Prince.
"No! No! I have a precious collectible, enough to redeem my life." Anduin genuinely terrified, stammering, "How about a Legendary piece of equipment?"
Legendary equipment could indeed buy the life of a human Prince. Robbie looked at Anduin suspiciously. "You can produce a piece of Legendary equipment? I don't believe it."
Anduin seemed genuinely terrified; his hands trembled as if they wouldn't obey him as he untied the bundle at his waist. It took him a long time to open it and pull out a magic cloak.
With a slight tremor, a dazzling brilliance burst forth, radiating countless rays of light and auspicious colors. Med'an, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
This is one of six Legendary cloaks from Pandaria, blessed by the August Celestials.
In the distant homeland of the Pandaren, Pandaria, the Black Dragon Prince Wrathion crafted a total of six Legendary cloaks: three for the Horde, one for the Alliance, and the whereabouts of the other two remain unknown.
During the conquest of Battle of Orgrimmar, the Horde only had the Darkspear Trolls fighting alongside them, while other races only contributed symbolically. The Alliance, in particular, contributed the most, especially the Kingdom of Stormwind, which suffered the heaviest casualties. So much so that when King Varian wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack the Horde, he found that he only had a group of defeated soldiers left, while the Horde was strong, well-equipped, and full of morale.
Especially when it came to distributing the spoils, thanks to Prince Anduin's "benevolence" and "trustworthiness," the Horde received the majority of the spoils and returned home laden with them.
The Alliance races that contributed the most didn't even earn back their compensation, directly leading to dissatisfaction with King Varian.
Of course, this Prince, who was extremely generous to the Horde, would never suffer a loss himself. The Alliance's only Legendary cloak was in his possession, which was one of the reasons why the Black Prince was disappointed in him.
Jikang, the Chi-Ji of Benevolence, Legendary healing cloak, a unique and authentic item.
Robbie snatched the cloak from him, hesitating whether to uphold the agreement between adventurers.
The identity of Axe of Tyranny is still very useful. It would be bad if his reputation were ruined. Besides, having already exposed Med'an's conspiracy, Prince Anduin, who knows the truth, would never perish with this great ship.
"Haha, Prince Anduin, your generosity moves me. I, the Axe of Tyranny, will do you a favor and escort you ashore, how about it?"
Anduin's expression was off, and Robbie noticed it clearly. He let out a long sigh, a mocking look in his eyes.
Oh no, this is a conspiracy! Robbie's heart skipped a beat.
A black raven landed on the bow of the boat.