Seeing the bustling crowd, a group of onlookers, Medivh's first thought was that this might be a trap.
But then I thought again, who in this world can threaten me?
Demon Hunter Illidan, Lich King Arthas, Deathwing —these powerful beings have all become dust of history. Could it be that the raging Firelord Ragnaros has been reborn?
No one in Azeroth can threaten the Guardian Medivh. The Old Gods cannot leave their homes, and the Titan Keepers, such as Odyn and Helya, are not afraid of Medivh in a one-on-one fight. The two sides basically keep to themselves.
Thinking this through, Medivh felt relieved. He trusted his powerful magical senses; there were no magical traps here that threatened him. However, there were a few familiar auras, but he couldn't remember who they were.
The time was almost right. Robbie nodded, and Kel'Thuzad immediately cast a spell. A gigantic human figure wearing a crown appeared before Medivh, his face dignified, like a judge, and he proclaimed:
"Medivh, the history of the Guardians ends tonight. You will pay for your crimes."
"Heh, how laughable! A bunch of ants dare to challenge the Guardian's authority?"
Medivh gave a disdainful sneer. He knew his own weakness all too well. Over the years, Medivh had remained hidden behind the scenes, never daring to slacken his efforts, secretly plotting infamous schemes to gradually eliminate the powerful threats threatening him.
Only when they are certain that no one knows the Guardian's weakness do they dare to step out from behind the scenes and appear before the people.
Even so, the cunning Medivh did not lose his vigilance. The massive Portal was right behind him; one step would take him back to Karazhan, and he could escape at any time.
Robbie knew this was the most crucial moment, and he had to find a way to keep Medivh.
"We've found a way to deal with you, Medivh, you're finished." The giant image revealed a smug smile.
Medivh's heart skipped a beat. Had someone already discovered the weakness of the Spellstealer Wyrm? He was so frightened that he almost turned and ran away.
"As the Guardian of Azeroth, I think you should have heard of the Pillars of Creation."
"Pillars of Creation?"
Medivh was taken aback for a moment, then relaxed, a fleeting glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
The Pillars of Creation are artifacts bestowed upon the Titan Keepers by the Pantheon, treasures used to restore Order to Azeroth, and some of the most powerful relics protecting Azeroth.
These are: the Aegis of Aggramar in Hall of Valor, the Tear of Elune in the Emerald Dream, the Tidestone of the Eye of Azshara, the Hammer of Khaz'goroth in Deathwing, and the Eye of Aman'Thul in Suramar.
As the Guardians of Azeroth, Medivh and his mother had long coveted the Pillars of Creation.
Unfortunately, these treasures are not easy to obtain; they belong to the category of things that "if you're not allowed to get them, you'll never get them."
Information about the existence of the Pillars of Creation was itself a little-known secret; Medivh believed that only the library in Karazhan contained relevant records. Upon hearing the words "Pillars of Creation," Medivh felt it was highly plausible, and perhaps one of the Pillars of Creation had indeed fallen into the hands of mortals.
Medivh has the ability to see into people's hearts and to detect lies, but unfortunately, he is only dealing with an image.
"How could a bunch of ants possibly know the true method of using the Pillars of Creation?" Medivh thought to himself, then laughed and said, "Ha! You think you can defeat me with just a divine artifact? Ignorant mortals."
"How will you know if you don't try? Medivh, you have no idea of the immense power of the Pillars of Creation."
The enormous image was majestic and full of confidence.
"There are probably few people in the world who know the Pillars of Creation better than I do." Medivh found it quite amusing.
People are always defeated by their own greed, and Medivh was no exception. His sharp gaze swept over everyone present, and he secretly activated his magic, confirming that the Pillars of Creation were not here.
The massive influence boomed, "Medivh, do you think we'd bring the Pillars of Creation here for you to seize? The Pillars of Creation are in a perfectly safe place now."
Kel'Thuzad cast another spell, a spell he had prepared long ago. A portal opened, revealing the snow-covered Winterspring town of Everlook. Medivh thought to himself, "So the Pillars of Creation are in Everlook." He almost teleported there. Then another portal opened, leading to the scenic Booty Bay, followed by portals to Gadgetzan and Brambletooth.
"Interesting, these people are really cunning."
Medivh understood his opponent's intentions and secretly admired his wisdom.
"This is because they were worried I would suddenly try to seize it, so they opened so many Portals. The true holder of the Pillars of Creation can secretly gather power and cross the Portals to deliver a fatal blow to me."
Portals appeared one after another: Ironforge, Stormwind City, Exodar, Darnassus, the Gelkis Kingdom, Auberdine, Goldshire, Azuremyst Isle, and so on. Almost every Alliance stronghold opened a Portal.
Hundreds of Portals floated around, like flags.
Medivh maintained his smile. He understood the Pillars of Creation and had great confidence in his own strength. He believed he could easily withstand the Pillars of Creation's attacks, and then the artifact would be his.
Medivh didn't notice that these Portals were all in mid-air. The people below the Portals came out of their homes and discussed the view of the Karabor Temple in the air. They were especially confused when they saw Medivh floating in the air.
Spatial Rifts are finite. The opening of hundreds of Portals caused Medivh's Portal to disappear, but he wasn't worried. For Archmage like him, opening Portal only takes a moment.
The giant image adjusted the crown on its head, its expression serious, and began to enumerate Medivh's crimes:
"Medivh, you colluded with the Burning Legion, luring the Orcs to drink the Blood of Mannoroth, slaughtering the Draenei of Outland; you opened the Dark Portal, deliberately leading the Orcs army into Azeroth, causing devastation and rivers of blood; you condoned the Orcs' destruction of Lordaeron, the massacre of Silvermoon City, and the summoning of Archimonde to destroy Dalaran; you plotted to kill the Demon Hunter Illidan, the Lich King Arthas, Deathwing, falsely accusing them of destroying the world. You have committed countless crimes, your hands are stained with the blood of innocents, and now, on behalf of Azeroth, I will judge your crimes."
Medivh was getting drowsy. If it weren't for obtaining the Pillars of Creation, he would have destroyed the Karabor Temple, killed Naaru K'ara, and returned to Dalaran rest long ago. He had to endure these meaningless accusations.
"Okay, I admit it, I did it all. Get your men moving." Medivh yawned boredly.
"Citizens of Azeroth! Lift your heads and look up at the sky!" The giant image opened its right hand, revealing a small music box in its palm.
Thanks to the Brotherhood's relentless promotional campaign and a variety of marketing tactics, coupled with reasonable prices, music boxes have become so ubiquitous in Azeroth that almost everyone owns one.
A booming voice from the giant image proclaimed. "Everyone, please pay attention to this music box. There's a small protrusion on the back; that's the secret button. Then, press all three buttons on the front simultaneously, and you'll hear incredibly beautiful music."
Medivh paused, stunned: What does that mean? So there are commercial breaks in between?