"Thank you for the protection of the Ancestral Spirits," Eitrigg said humbly. Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, he quickly grabbed a cup, poured himself a glass of water, and respectfully said:
"The great Savior Thrall is with Lord Aegwynn. The experiment has reached its most crucial step. The Drag of Orgrimmar are shrouded in Shadow power. To be honest, I don't know much about what Ragefire Chasm holds."
Medivh looked directly into Eitrigg's eyes and realized he wasn't lying.
In other words, everything went very smoothly.
Medivh lied to the mysterious figure known as "The Scarless." Aegwynn was not researching the bodies of Elemental Lords, but rather the flesh and blood of the Old Gods. Medivh always acted with his own agenda, such as launching an attack on the Qiraji Empire, deliberately opening the seals deep within Ulduar, or allowing Garrosh to obtain the power of Y'Shaarj.
In fact, neither the Alliance nor the Horde was prepared, and all their wars against the Old Gods ended in crushing defeat. If the Old Gods were so easy to destroy, the Titans who visited Azeroth in ancient times would have done it long ago.
Those were days too painful to recall. The Alliance and the Horde suffered heavy losses, with rivers of blood flowing and innocent soldiers dying on the Battlefield, some without even knowing why they were fighting.
The only one who benefited was Medivh, who obtained a small amount of the flesh and blood of the Old Gods in an attempt to uncover their secrets.
He had long dreamed of obtaining the power of the Old Gods, or of becoming Old Gods himself.
Unfortunately, the Power of the Old Gods is not so easy to control, and the most dangerous thing is the Old Gods' omnipresent spiritual Corruption. If he hadn't been truly desperate, he would never have risked trying to obtain the body of Old Gods before fully understanding the situation.
"What has Saurfang done?" Medivh asked.
Upon hearing the Saurfang, Eitrigg's lips turned pale, and he trembled involuntarily, likely out of fear.
"Saurfang the Great wants to open the Dark Portal in the ruins of Theramore, allowing the Burning Legion to enter Azeroth, so that the Orcs can become the only intelligent life on Azeroth, and he will receive a great reward."
Saurfang the Great's body, modified by the Burning Legion, is now showing signs of aging and decay, causing a sharp decline in his combat power. This is why he is so eager to lure the Burning Legion into his territory.
"Damn it, that Saurfang, he's going to ruin everything." Medivh gasped, not expecting that Saurfang would be so restless after he had only been gone for a few days.
Because of the Focusing Iris, Theramore's space is fragmented and extremely unstable, making it a weak link in Azeroth, where other worlds are said to be visible at certain times.
No matter how much Saurfang does, he can't lure the Burning Legion into Azeroth on his own; that requires profound magical knowledge.
However, Gul'dan escaped. If Saurfang had cooperated with Gul'dan, the Legion could have easily entered Azeroth given Gul'dan's magical prowess. It must be said that in some ways, Gul'dan was a genius.
With the arrival of the Legion and the destruction of the world, Medivh lost his value and could only wander the stars like Duke Alpha.
Saurfang's mad actions must be stopped.
"There's no time to lose, I must get to Orgrimmar immediately, hopefully I can still make it in time!" Medivh would never allow anyone to trade Azeroth with the Legion; this was his world, his territory, the foundation of his power.
Medivh, still disguised as Orcs, rode Wyvern and entered Orgrimmar with Eitrigg.
Food is the most important thing for people. In Orgrimmar, there are many shops selling beef. Every year, a large amount of fresh beef is transported from Mulgore. They will walk on their own, scratch themselves, and even jump into large pots filled with boiling water.
Fresh, young Tauren are the most sought-after delicacy, and only the upper echelons of the Orcs are entitled to enjoy it.
Tauren are treasures from head to toe; the leather armor shops in Orgrimmar rely entirely on the support of their Mulgore allies.
This is the Horde's greatest glory, and the Tauren are proud of it.
Few people know that the Cleft of Shadow, teeming with Shadow power, is Orgrimmar's true culinary heartland.
During the day, the Cleft of Shadow appears to be nothing special, merely a research site for some Mages.
As night falls, certain secret shops open, transforming the place into a vibrant hub where invited dignitaries from various races ride on rare mounts and savor exquisite delicacies.
Here is a delicious meat sauce, a privilege reserved only for the most beautiful noble girls in Stormwind City.
Here you can find Blood Elf cubs from Silvermoon City, fresh and delicious Goblin meat, Pandaren braised pork from Pandaria, steamed Troll marrow, and even Undead rib soup from Undercity.
The Orcs have perfected the art of eating; nothing in the world is beyond their reach as an ingredient. Eitrigg introduced Medivh to the signature dishes of each shop while recounting the history of the Cleft of Shadow.
About a decade or so ago, the richest man in Kalimdor, the Wyvern administrator of Orgrimmar Doras, visited the Cleft of Shadow, wanting to taste a legendary dish called the King's Hand.
Upon hearing this, Jaina of Theramore immediately teleported to Stormwind City. At that time, Prince Anduin was still a child. Jaina smiled and cut off the Prince's right arm, personally delivering it to the Cleft of Shadow.
Medivh listened Anjing. Someone of his status and position, a being beyond the mundane world, was no longer bound by etiquette and morality. In his view, it was like a cat eating a mouse's leg—not worth mentioning.
Through the Cleft of Shadow, Medivh sensed the presence of his mother, Aegwynn. Her mental power seemed unprecedentedly strong, with countless shadow forces filling every inch of space, as if he were in an ocean of shadows.
Medivh lit up with surprise; it seemed his mother was close to success.
Research has found that the Power of the Old Gods are actually mutually restraining. By combining the Power of the Old Gods, the spiritual Corruption from each other can be consumed.
Of course, this ratio must be carefully controlled; even the slightest mistake is unacceptable.
Ragefire Chasm was originally a gathering place for Kobolds and Troggs. Later, a group of Demons worshippers from the Shadow Council occupied the area, calling themselves the Burning Blade Clans. After the Horde recruited adventurers and completely wiped out Ragefire Chasm, it became the secret laboratory of the former Guardian, Aegwynn.
Medivh followed Eitrigg into Ragefire Chasm. He shed his Orcs disguise, and after navigating winding staircases and heavily guarded stone gates, the two finally reached the deepest part of Ragefire Chasm.
This is Firelands Lava and fire, where the Shadow power Flame and shadow permeates every inch of space. Medivh felt himself getting closer and closer to that powerful being, and he could hardly contain his excitement.
The Power of the Old Gods, which they had longed for, was about to fall into their hands.
Medivh saw the back of an Orcs standing at the edge of a large mass of black mist.
That was Thrall.
Thrall, dressed only in a simple black robe and unarmed, turned around at the sound of footsteps, revealing an ugly and sinister smile to the Guardian Medivh:
"Honorable Guardian, our experiment has succeeded. A new Old Gods has descended, and we await your arrival."
Before Medivh could even celebrate, Thrall suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his hands tightly.
Then, the sound of music boxes filled the air.
Thousands of music boxes sang in unison, Praise of Queen Azshara.