Medivh had long been interested in the music boxes that were selling well throughout Azeroth, and his servants in Karazhan had also bought quite a few.
Medivh even bought a set himself, thus achieving the feat of collecting a complete set of music boxes.
Inserting commercials during this time—have they become so ruthless in their pursuit of selling music boxes?
"I wonder what the secret music hidden in the music box is?" Medivh was equally curious.
The music box in the giant's image emitted a shrill song, Robbie's off-key and grating rendition of Praise of Queen Azshara.
A conspiracy! My God, this is a conspiracy.
Medivh was terrified, his robes billowed up as the Spellstealer Wyrm within him stirred, trying to break free and escape.
Almost instinctively, Medivh swiftly opened Portal to Karazhan and plunged inside.
At this moment, in the various Alliance gathering places across the Azeroth Continent, those who looked up at the sky simultaneously witnessed a scene: when the small mechanism of the music box was activated and the unpleasant singing began, the once arrogant Medivh had actually fled.
Could it be some kind of spell, or magic targeting Medivh?
At this moment, people's imaginations ran wild, and they began to realize that the music box in their hands was actually a magical artifact to deal with the Guardian.
The Invincible Medivh is actually afraid of Praise of Queen Azshara.
Unexpectedly, Medivh returned from the Portal, looking disheveled with his robes torn in several places, and the Spellstealer Wyrm was about to break through his body and escape.
Karazhan, Medivh's destination, was surrounded by dozens of music boxes, all playing Robbie's version of the Praise of Queen Azshara —the very set of music boxes Medivh had collected himself.
Medivh was forced back into the Karabor Temple, and the adventurers below, seeing this, almost simultaneously took out their music boxes.
At this moment, it was no longer just one music box playing, but hundreds of music boxes singing in unison, the cacophony driving the Spellstealer Wyrm within Medivh almost insane.
"No!"
Medivh clutched his head and howled. He crushed a Teleportation Rune Stone and vanished into thin air.
Robbie looked regretful, shook his head, and sighed heavily. The Guardian Medivh's strength was unpredictable, and it would be too difficult to keep him. Although he had expected it, he was still somewhat disappointed.
However, Robbie achieved his goal: in that instant, Medivh's secret was revealed to all corners of Azeroth, and as the news spread, it quickly became common knowledge.
The Guardians are protected by Azeroth, and all who know Medivh's secret will suffer the curse of doom, just like Kel'Thuzad, who had to pay the price of death to escape the clutches of doom.
As the saying goes, "The law does not punish the masses." When almost everyone knows the secret of the Guardian Medivh, then the misfortune becomes insignificant, or even non-existent. Azeroth cannot allow everyone to suffer misfortune.
The news spread like wildfire, shocking the entire Azeroth.
In less than half a day, even the Kobolds deep in the cave knew Guardian Medivh's weakness. Almost every one of them had a music box, which became a huge net, and Medivh was like a fish helplessly struggling in the net.
In the Northrend, in the snow-covered Northrend, on the coast below a cliff, lies a small village of Tuskarr, home to only a few people. No one knows that this is Medivh's secret outpost.
After crushing the Teleportation Rune, Medivh appeared inside the Tuskarr's tent. Although the Brotherhood's music boxes sold well, they couldn't cover every corner, and there were none for sale in this Tuskarr walrus village.
The loyal Tuskarr waited at the tent entrance. Medivh meditated, rested, ate and drank his fill, replenished his magic, took a bath, and changed his clothes.
Once the Spellstealer Wyrm within him had calmed down, Medivh began to consider a solution.
Long ago, upon learning of the weaknesses of the Spellstealer Wyrm, Medivh prepared many countermeasures.
Medivh hadn't expected the Brotherhood come up with such a ruthless plan, leaving him no way out. Medivh was filled with hatred, but now his most important task was to return to Karazhan, where all his backup plans lay.
Recalling the music box that played prematurely when I was teleported back to Karazhan, it was clearly a scheme arranged by the enemy. As long as the price is right, it's not that difficult to bribe a servant in Karazhan.
Medivh could only pin his hopes on his loyal butler and Golem, as well as his old classmate, Grand Duke Alpha. He didn't believe anyone could bribe them all at the same time; they should be able to help him find the traitor.
If he returns to Karazhan and uses his prepared backup plan, he still has a chance to turn the tide.
Medivh was meticulous. Having learned his lesson last time, he dared not teleport directly back to Karazhan. This time, he teleported to the Rotten Orchard in Darkshire, a Worgen settlement where large Worgen used dark magic to summon Demons.
As dusk settled over Darkshire, Medivh appeared in a corner of the Rotten Orchard. He straightened his clothes, brushed off the grass, and carefully surveyed Medivh surroundings.
A little Worgen girl emerged from the bushes, her big eyes fixed on Medivh.
Then, the Worgen girl's eyes lit up, and she pulled out a music box.
"Oh, damn it!"
Medivh was going crazy; he used Blink repeatedly to escape as quickly as possible.
Who would have thought that the once arrogant Medivh would be scared away by a little girl?
Medivh cautiously approached Darkshire, intending to hire a carriage to return to Karazhan.
From a great distance, Medivh heard the annoying singing, and then everything went dark.
The music box played incessantly, and many people sang along to the beat. As long as the Demons didn't get close, what was so difficult about singing awful songs day and night? Even Robbie's tone-deaf voice became a trend. This was an exorcism song, and perhaps thousands of years later, when the Guardian Medivh was forgotten, people would still remember this song.
Hearing the singing from Darkshire in the distance, Medivh was so angry he almost fainted. He dared not approach Darkshire and had no choice but to take a Deadwind Pass Path, walking alone on the secluded path.
Medivh was afraid of seeing pedestrians, so he walked very carefully.
On the Deadwind Pass, in the Ogre camp, a group of Ogres were singing and dancing around a campfire. They were singing the Praise of Queen Azshara. Medivh was furious. How dare these filthy and foolish Ogres disrespect the great Guardian?
"Once I regain my power, I will personally destroy you and make you pay the price," Medivh vowed silently.
To Medivh's relief, Karazhan did not emit any annoying singing.
Grand Duke Alpha personally greeted him at the door, and looking at Medivh, who was disheveled, covered in dust, and looked like a stray dog, he showed a look of sympathy.
"My old classmate, I've heard some very unpleasant rumors. Welcome home."
Medivh breathed a sigh of relief. Returning to Karazhan, he felt a sense of home and peace. He waved his hand and asked:
"Who opened the music box? Have you found them?"
Grand Duke Alpha raised an eyebrow and said menacingly, "A lowly servant has escaped, and I assure you, my old classmate, all the music boxes in Karazhan have been destroyed."
"That's good. I've been preparing for this day for a long time." Medivh finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Following the spiral staircase, Medivh and Grand Duke Alpha arrived at the rooftop of Karazhan.
On the rooftop, in the center of the Magic Circle, lies a gigantic Eredar Demons locked up.
Prince Malchezaar.