The Succession of Stormwind City's Kings (5)
Throughout history, in the struggle for royal power, the victor becomes king, and there is no distinction between good and evil, right and wrong.
In Robbie's view, those so-called greatness, benevolence, Consecration, sacrifice and other such praises are just accolades that history bestows upon the victors, nothing more; no monarch is destined to be great.
Anduin dared to threaten Robbie in this way not because of the royal lineage of Stormwind City.
This is a world of magic, where a legendary Archmage or a Dragon can easily destroy a city. Power is everything, and authority can only grow by relying on the fertile ground of power.
Guardian Medivh, is Anduin's only support. Even if Anduin were killed, Medivh would have a way to resurrect him, which is why Anduin dared to intimidate Robbie so recklessly.
However, Anduin was unaware that Robbie had already seized control of Medivh's lifeline.
Robbie would be more than willing to kill Anduin if it could lure out Medivh. Prince Anduin was the bait that would willingly be offered up, allowing him to reel in Medivh, the big fish.
"Prince Anduin, repent before the Restless Souls in Raven Hill."
Robbie threw his Battle Axe at Anduin, Prince Anduin dodged hastily, the blade grazing his temple and drawing blood.
"You dare!" Anduin roared.
This roar possessed a regal air.
The birth of children of noble families is not unusual; what is different is their upbringing, especially the education they receive, which is completely different from that of ordinary people.
Born into a high and prominent position, their values, worldview, and outlook on life are vastly different from those of ordinary people, naturally cultivating a noble temperament.
Take the noble children of Stormwind City, for example. They must learn how to display their noble status, making sure their every word and action is extraordinary, and knowing what tone of voice will inspire awe.
Words that follow the law, words that are as good as gold—this is by no means Mythic, but rather stems from the authority of those in power.
If it were the Robbie Capor from before, he would probably be trembling under this pressure.
To Robbie, who had traveled to this world, Anduin's roar was nothing more than the barking of a puppy.
Even a lion must exert its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Anduin seem weak, but he has never shown his true power. Robbie recalled the powerful Power of the Holy Light that Anduin displayed during the attack on Undercity.
It was likely another Lightbringer. Uther Robbie the duel seriously, not daring to be careless, and unleashed the Holy Light's Vengeance.
The Holy Light's Vengeance, Arthas's weapon, is naturally far more powerful than any ordinary Battle Axe.
"Don't come any closer! Stop!"
Feeling the power of the warhammer, Anduin let out a shriek.
The Priest's Psychic Scream had little effect on Robbie; Robbie only paused slightly before stepping forward again.
"You're dead. I'll catch you and hang your pathetic corpse at the gates of Stormwind City. None of your family, relatives, or friends will live."
Robbie remained unmoved, tentatively striking Anduin with his warhammer, trying to gauge the Prince's true strength.
Anduin's actions were unexpected; in his panic, he raised his arm to defend himself, like a new recruit just entering the Battlefield.
How could flesh and blood compare to a warhammer? His arm snapped instantly, a shattered fracture, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.
At this moment, Anduin realized Robbie's determination and finally panicked, hurriedly saying:
"Don't come any closer. We can talk. I can make you a high-ranking official, a general, a marshal—you can choose any position you want."
Robbie punched Anduin in the face, heard the sound of bones cracking, and the Prince's face immediately collapsed.
Anduin knelt on the ground and wept.
"Could this be another act?" Robbie, not wanting to waste time, was about to step forward and end his life.
Anduin was being beaten by Robbie, but Med'an dared not make a move. A Legendary Stealth was watching him closely, putting Med'an under great psychological pressure.
Seeing that Anduin was about to die a horrible death under Robbie's hammer, Med'an remained calm and showed no sign of tension, which made Robbie wary and prepare himself mentally in advance.
"Become a part of the earth, and listen to its voice."
Anduin suddenly looked up, his left hand holding a stone slab, from which a beam of silver light shot out.
Fortunately, Robbie was prepared and immediately dodged. The silver light shone on the Orcs in the corner, who was Experiment 335. In an instant, his entire body turned into diamond.
Robbie was still shaken by the thought of such power; he realized he couldn't underestimate a Prince.
During the Cataclysm, Brann Bronzebeard unearthed an ancient stone tablet from Ulduar, said to be a relic left behind by the Titans. Magni Bronzebeard, the leader of Ironforge, was turned to stone as a result, Anduin was the only human present.
Considering that Bronzebeard's daughter Moira detained Anduin, could there be some kind of conspiracy involved?
With Anduin finally showed fear when he saw that the silver light had missed its target.
Med'an frowned, losing all hope. He opened a Portal to Orgrimmar, glanced back at Anduin one last time, shook his head, and stepped into the Portal.
Robbie swung his hammer at Anduin's head, but a mysterious piece of amber protected Anduin's body, sealing him inside. Robbie's attack failed.
Without Med'an, the Magic Shield could not be maintained, and the Draenei cannonballs rained down on the large ship loaded with gunpowder.
"It's too late, let's go!"
Vanessa shouted, and the two of them crushed the Rune Hearthstone together.
The shells fell, followed by a deafening roar and a deafening explosion on the sea. In the final moments before teleporting away, Robbie saw a large piece of the amber protecting Anduin shatter.
That's Yrel's Particle Beam Cannon.
Inside the Karazhan laboratory.
People say that Medivh is elusive and no one knows what he's doing. Some speculate that Medivh's strength is beyond imagination and that he often wanders between stars, hence the nickname "Star Mage".
In fact, Medivh spends most of his time in Karazhan, where he reads and thinks, and his most frequent place is his laboratory. He is not satisfied with the Spellstealer Wyrm and wants to create a perfect life form.
Inside the secret laboratory, Medivh busied himself beside an Orcs corpse. This ancient remains belonged to the Bloodmaul Clan, and Medivh wanted to uncover the secret of Kilrogg Deadeye's foresight of his own death.
On a chair to the side sat a humanoid creature, who appeared to be a nobleman from Stormwind City, but his face was covered with countless tiny tentacles, like a clump of earthworms, each tentacle having an eye at its head.
This is a monster, definitely not a species from the Azeroth.
The humanoid creature leisurely flipped through an ancient book about the Titans.
"Medivh, my old classmate, have you given up on Anduin? Oh, no, or rather, have you given up on humanity?" the humanoid creature asked.
Medivh stopped the dissection, noted his new findings in his notebook, and said with a hint of regret:
"I'm still bothered by not being able to obtain Arthas's Power of Death. Fortunately, we have Sylvanas. She has already touched the edge of the realm of death and may bring us unexpected surprises. It's a pity that the Forsaken are infertile."
Medivh hesitated for a moment, then chuckled, "Fortunately, humans have a strong reproductive capacity. In my opinion, humans don't need a powerful ruler; that would make them difficult to control, and there are simply too many variables. I hope humans can live like Kobolds, covering the land but unable to form kingdoms, only needing to provide corpses and souls for Undercity."
The humanoid creature stood up, its tiny tentacles retracting, gradually revealing its angular features.
"A good idea." The humanoid creature clapped its hands in approval. "King Varian abandoned his friendship with Deathwing to support you, and this is how you repay him?"
Medivh gave a disdainful smile:
"Poor Varian, just a little boy terrified by Orcs. I'm very disappointed in him."