After a while, Medivh recovered from his dizziness. He really didn't want to experience that kind of teleportation again.
"No help is needed. All I've lost are the chains that bind me," Medivh replied earnestly.
"Chain?"
The man dressed as Gul'dan removed his fangs, paused, and guessed:
"You mean those useless friendships? That's true. Beings as high and mighty as us, having already seen what lies beyond the sky, certainly shouldn't cling to those childish, base desires. So, what are your plans now?"
"We're not at our wits' end yet," Medivh confidently. "I'm going to Orgrimmar to see my mother, Aegwynn. She's forging her Elemental Body. Perhaps I'll be the next Ragnaros, the Firelord. Damn it, what's Ragnaros? I'll be far stronger than him."
"Congratulations then. It's a pity that the elemental body's power ceiling isn't high enough; it's far inferior to your Spellstealer Wyrm and can only serve as a temporary substitute." The man pulled out two sharper fangs and gestured to show how to replace them:
"By the way, I must remind you, Orcs are a notoriously ungrateful race. They betray you as if it were commonplace, and then they'll tell you that this is just how cruel war is."
"Of course I understand the Orcs." Medivh snapped his fingers lightly, a surge of Arcane energy washing over him, making him feel refreshed. "Family, friendship, love—none of these are reliable. Only self-interest endures. The Orcs should know who has been protecting them. If it weren't for me, the Tauren be the first to raise the banner of revenge."
The man shook his head after hearing this and retorted:
"I don't think so. All the tauren with guts and the courage to rebel were torn to pieces and eaten by the Orcs Tauren. Baine Bloodhoof was a coward. The Orcs ate his father right in front of him, took the bones and made a chair from them, and he called it a great honor. Of course, without the Orcs, he wouldn't have become chieftain, since several of his powerful brothers were eaten along with his father."
The man relentlessly mocked the Horde's Tauren, and Medivh chimed in, "Tauren were originally intended to be used as Orcs by the orcs—plowing fields, pulling carts, providing meat and dairy products. Under the Orcs' domestication, they will gradually lose their intelligence and heritage, becoming lowly creatures like wild beasts. Alright, it's getting late; I should hurry to Orgrimmar. My Elemental Body is waiting for me."
"Wait a moment, I have a gift for you." The man went into the inner room and returned shortly afterward, carrying a complete Orcs disguise. It was so lifelike that there was almost no flaw in its design.
"I know you are an Archmage, but often, disguise is more effective than magic. This is not just an Orcs disguise; he is a high-ranking Orcs guard in Orgrimmar. You should not be in such a hurry to see your mother. You must be careful. You cannot afford to lose again."
"Sergeant First Class, Griffin Bloodblade."
Medivh examined the documents, a look of gratitude on his face. This disguise had been incredibly useful to him; it was a godsend.
"I don't know how to express my gratitude." Few people of Guardian Medivh's stature are qualified to treat him as an equal, and this mysterious man is one of them.
The man made an indifferent gesture; he was still wearing Gul'dan's disguise, and his expression was unreadable.
"This isn't friendship, it's just mutual benefit. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, Gul'dan escaped."
"Gul'dan?" Medivh paused, then asked, "You deliberately let him go?"
The man nodded and said calmly:
"You've got your eye on the Iron Horde's potential, but I don't have a high opinion of them. Compared to the Alliance and Horde of Azeroth, they're too weak and have no power to fight back. Letting Gul'dan go could introduce some variables, and maybe there will be some unexpected surprises."
Medivh said nothing. He knew nothing about the mysterious man's origins, his race, his profession, or even which faction he belonged to. Just before parting, Medivh suddenly asked:
"By the way, thank you for your help several times, but I still don't know your name."
The man hesitated for a long time before saying, "You can call me the Scarless."
Medivh donned Orcs disguise, and his first stop was Ratchet.
The mysterious figure's advice made him realize that this operation absolutely could not be rushed; he had to be extremely cautious. Compared to his last return to Karazhan, Medivh had to be much more careful this time. His weaknesses had been exposed, and the possibility of betrayal at any moment forced Medivh to remain constantly on edge.
Medivh was resting in a tavern when he saw guards from Orgrimmar searching door to door for music boxes, classifying them as contraband, and then gathering and destroying the music boxes they found.
This indicates that the Horde supports Medivh, which puts Medivh somewhat at ease.
Medivh was afraid of revealing his identity, so he dared not use magic. In Orgrimmar, Medivh had placed some spies in his ranks in his early years, who were hidden very deep and had never been used for many years. Now they could finally come in handy.
He issued orders to his long-lost informants to gather information about his mother Aegwynn, and Med'an.
Not long after, the informant brought news that Aegwynn and Med'an were both safe and sound.
Based on the information gathered, it's clear that all tribes in the Horde are on Medivh's side, and the music box has become a forbidden item. Warchief Vol'jin of the Horde protested to the Alliance, threatening war to demand that the Alliance also destroy the music box and uphold Guardian Medivh.
It is said that everything is under negotiation. King Varian, grieving the loss of his son, is also investigating the origin of the music box and trying to uncover the Blackhand behind it. He has agreed to make some concessions.
Everything was moving in a positive direction; with the support of the Horde, Medivh was fully capable of making a comeback.
Good news kept coming, but Medivh was now like a frightened bird, distrusting everyone. The information he received couldn't reassure him; he demanded to see for himself.
Although Vol'jin is the Warchief of the Horde, everyone knows that Vol'jin is just a puppet, and the real power still lies with the noble Orcs.
With the covert support of the Doras's richest man, Dorras, High Saurfang the Great had gained the confidence to rival Thrall. After Horde series of open and covert struggles, Saurfang the Great gradually gained the upper hand due to Guardian Medivh's unclear opinion.
"Thrall is at a disadvantage, definitely needs my help right now!" Medivh thought to himself.
He is currently only a sergeant major, and without using magic, seeing Thrall is as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
Medivh was in no hurry; he was waiting for the right opportunity. The situation was still unclear, and he didn't want to risk entering Orgrimmar.
On this day, Thrall's chief life advisor, Eitrigg, came to Ratchet on business, and Medivh realized that his opportunity had arrived.
In Hearthglen, Eitrigg, having been tormented by Barthilas, was no longer as strong as before. Medivh could easily defeat him even without using Spellstealer Wyrm.
When Eitrigg returned from his errand, he found an "Orcs" in the room.
"Eitrigg, do you remember me?" Medivh asked.
"The great Guardian Medivh? I've missed you so much!"
Eitrigg recognized Medivh's voice, his face lit up with ecstasy, and he immediately knelt at Medivh's feet.
Medivh was skeptical of the information he had gathered; he only trusted his own ability to read people's minds.
He couldn't see through Prince Malchezaar and Duke Alpha's lies because the difference in strength wasn't that great. Against the weaker Eitrigg, Medivh could easily see through everything.
"Eitrigg, tell me about Thrall's attitude," Medivh asked calmly.