The towering Prince Malchezaar, a raging Eredar Demons, a high-ranking officer of the Burning Legion, and one of Archimonde's Followers.
Because of his striking resemblance to Archimonde in physique and appearance, some people suspect that he is Archimonde's Bastard Son.
When the Burning Legion attacked Mount Hyjal, Archimonde, overconfident in his own power and unwilling to share the World Tree with others, refused Malchezaar's offer to join the war.
With nothing else to do, Malchezaar accepted Medivh's invitation to visit Karazhan.
When news of Archimonde's defeat arrived, Medivh immediately turned hostile and imprisoned Malchezaar.
After learning of the Spellstealer Wyrm's weakness, Medivh tried to find a solution. Realizing that he couldn't change the Spellstealer Wyrm's habits, Medivh had to find another way, and if all else failed, he would replace it with a new body.
Medivh prepared many spare bodies in Karazhan: a mechanical Curator, a talented Netherspite, a Blue Dragonflight he killed and refined into the ghost dragon Nightbane, and even a chaste Maiden of Virtue could use the power of the Holy Light.
Unfortunately, these bodies had limited strength and none of them satisfied Medivh.
The most perfect race in the known universe, apart from a handful of Titans, is undoubtedly the Eredar of the Burning Legion. They are immortal, have Mana Addiction for magic, are not addicted to magic, and possess formidable physical strength.
Medivh believed that Malchezaar and Archimonde were related by blood, and that possessing the body of the Eredar Demons was equivalent to possessing Archimonde's potential, with unlimited future prospects.
The imprisoned Prince Malchezaar glared at Medivh, his eyes burning with fury. He already knew Medivh's purpose; years of torture had not broken him. He roared:
"All the worlds will open their doors to me, yet you dare imprison me. You lured me to Karazhan with the promise of Maiden of Virtue, but it turns out you harbored treacherous intentions. You are not only facing me, but also the Legion I command. Do you intend to betray the Burning Legion, Medivh?"
Medivh stared at the perfect Eredar body, a contemptuous smile on his face:
"Malchezaar, Archimonde is dead on Mount Hyjal, who will stand up for you now? No one cares about a defeated Eredar Demons, your body is mine."
Malchezaar was originally an Eredar Mage, exceptionally talented, and his body and profession were a perfect match for Medivh. What made Medivh hesitate was that his strength would be greatly reduced after acquiring this body.
"With my magical knowledge and the immense mana contained in this body, I should be much stronger than Antonidas. In addition, with the power of Fel, I can stand alone. However, it will take some time before I can take revenge."
The Eredar need time to accumulate power; decades, hundreds, or even tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation are required to acquire extraordinary strength. It is not as convenient and practical as Spellstealer Wyrm.
Medivh would never have taken this path if he hadn't truly had no other choice.
Malchezaar glared fiercely at Medivh: "I will not yield to you, Medivh. Your betrayal will be met with the Burning Legion's vengeance."
"Shut up, you pathetic Demons." Duke Alpha spat, then turned to Medivh: "My old classmate, now that you have the body of Eredar Demons, how do you plan to take revenge on your enemies?"
Medivh's face darkened, and he said unwillingly:
"I need to gather power in the Void, and I also need to re-examine the Spellstealer Wyrm, ideally cultivating a flawless species. Damn it, we don't have much time left; we must act quickly. I have a feeling the enemy could strike at any moment; the Wealth and knowledge of Karazhan are drawing them in."
Duke Alpha waved his hand and said confidently:
"Don't worry, old classmate. As long as you're alive, they'll never dare to invade Karazhan. It's a vulnerable area. If you want revenge, why not just attract the Burning Legion after you get this body? This world will surely be reduced to ashes by the Burning Legion's wrath."
"Hehe!"
Medivh sneered as he began to cast a spell. He needed to extract Malchezaar's soul and then use the power of Fel to fuse his Lich body with Malchezaar's.
"My old classmate, don't be too stubborn or confused, it will ruin you. When you've given everything, you lose your bargaining chips. You need to learn to weigh things and negotiate. Just like you, you led your Legion to destroy your own world, but what did you get? A miserable interstellar wanderer."
Duke Alpha's face was filled with sorrow, his humanoid features barely recognizable. He tried to explain:
"Although I summoned the Burning Legion and destroyed all the Corruption creatures on the surface, the Old Gods were also completely cleansed. With the help of the World Soul's power, new life has grown again, the earth is green once more, and the future is full of hope."
Medivh smiled faintly, "My old classmate, don't you understand? The universe is selfish. Don't always harbor fantasies of Savior. Ideals are nothing but fragile lies; only the power you hold in your hands is real."
Duke Alpha blocked Medivh's path, looking him directly in the eye, and shook his head, saying, "Although people call us Demons, we kill lives, we destroy worlds, we are not blindly Bloodlust. We know what we are doing. Medivh, I disagree with your view."
Medivh looked at Grand Duke Alpha in surprise and asked loudly:
"What right do you, a loser like you, have to criticize me? Back in the Burning Legion Academy, if it weren't for my help, you would have been devoured by those savage Pit Lords long ago. What, you want to rebel now that my power has weakened? Don't forget, this is Karazhan, my territory. Even without the Spellstealer Wyrm, you piece of trash are no match for me."
"What if I were added to the list?" Malchezaar emerged from the seal. With the help of Grand Duke Alpha, he had already broken free of the seal. At the same time, the sound of a music box rang out from the balcony.
"Madness has brought you before me, and I will end you with death, Medivh. How can you withstand this invincible force!"
Malchezaar drew his Battle Axe, glaring at Medivh, wanting to slice this despicable the Betrayer to pieces.
"Give up, my old friend. I've prepared a teleportation barrier." Duke Alpha shrugged. "You can't escape, Medivh. In return, I won't kill you."
"What a pity, my old classmate, you have no idea what true power is."
Medivh remained unfazed. He crushed a strange black Teleportation Rune and vanished once more.
Malchezaar was furious, letting out a series of angry roars, not knowing how Medivh had escaped.
Grand Duke Alpha closed his eyes, sensing the fluctuations of spatial power.
"A special kind of spatial magic, with a deeper understanding of space than the Legion. Our sealing barrier is ineffective. Prince Malchezaar, you're right. Medivh doesn't only serve the Burning Legion, that cunning fellow."
This was an unfamiliar teleportation spell, and it was Medivh's first time experiencing it. After a violent spinning motion, Medivh opened his eyes and found himself in an empty underground prison.
An "Orcs" resembling Gul'dan installs teeth on himself.
"Medivh, it seems you have truly failed," the "Orcs" said. "Need my help?"