"Hehe!"
Now that he had revealed his face, Gul'dan no longer hid. He continued to walk forward slowly, leaning on his staff as before, exuding powerful Fel energy, and looked at Sylvanas with a sinister gaze.
"The Demons of the Tomb of Sargeras tore my body apart and even tried to devour my soul. I was saved by the Guardian Medivh and was able to regain my body in the Fel Pool, a body more perfect than before."
Sylvanas suddenly realized, and chuckled:
"I see. No wonder you know my servants so well and know how to exploit each of their weaknesses."
"Unfortunately, I know the people of Karazhan very well, and I've prepared a special gift for you."
An exceptionally ornate coffin was carried in, adorned with precious magic gems and intricate patterns; it resembled a summoning Magic Circle more than a coffin.
Antonidas cautiously looked over; the remaining coffins were all particularly mysterious, and it was unknown who might be inside. This was just one of them.
Sylvanas, with utmost respect and bowed eyes, said, "We respectfully request the Emissary."
Emissary, God's messenger.
Gul'dan stared at the ancient coffin, his blood-red eyes radiating a Fel energy as he tried to see through it, only to find a dazzling starry sky inside.
Rubbing his eyes, Gul'dan looked at the coffin again; it was still a starry sky.
What's inside? Could it be... the universe?
Gul'dan suddenly had an absurd thought.
All the magic gems on the coffin lit up, and magic flowed slowly along the patterns. The coffin opened little by little, and a dark aura emanated from it.
It was a humanoid creature, slender and tall, dressed in a simple gray robe. It slowly stood up, wearing a hooded cloak that completely covered its face, revealing only a pair of blue eyes.
Although their faces were not clearly visible, their gestures and movements displayed the habits of High Elves, as well as a touch of human rhythm.
"Sylvanas, is Karazhan enough to stump you?" A strange voice rang out, its gender unclear. Antonidas searched his memory but had no recollection of this person.
"Your Excellency, the Emissary," Sylvanas said cautiously, afraid of offending Emissary, "Karazhan is protected by a powerful Magic Shield, and I could only try to break through it with brute force. Unfortunately, this Gruul has been bewitched."
The Emissary messenger slowly raised his head, and a sharp light swept over everyone in Karazhan.
Gul'dan immediately sensed the threat and ordered in a deep voice, "Withdraw all of you."
Sylvanas's Undead servants, these Orcs Tauren, were once powerful and experienced warriors who dominated their respective regions.
The Opera House singers and Moroes's four attendants, though their abilities countered Sylvanas's servants, were unable to inflict any real damage.
Upon hearing Gul'dan's command, they quickly retreated back into the Magic Shield.
The Orcs roared, filled with resentment.
Especially the Warchief Blackhand, who glared fiercely at Gul'dan and asked through gritted teeth:
"Gul'dan, I trusted you so much, but you brought destruction to the Orcs, turning them into slaves in the Internment Camps. If it weren't for you, none of us would have ended up in such a miserable state."
Gul'dan narrowed his eyes, and a blood-red light shot out. The Warchief Blackhand shuddered, feeling as if he had been completely seen through. Gul'dan was now more powerful than before, and the Fel within him was even more concentrated.
"It's all your fault, Blackhand. I warned you long ago that Orgrimmar is a wolf in sheep's clothing, obsessed with power. He's a treacherous villain. Don't trust him. You should have torn him to pieces and eaten him sooner."
But you wouldn't heed my warning. Look at you pathetic creatures! The once mighty Orcs have fallen so low! Blackhand, how can you face the Ancestral Spirit?
Blackhand had no choice but to lower his head. He knew Gul'dan was right. Blackhand was originally the strongest of the Orcs, but he was too superstitious about personal strength. He never expected Orgrimmar to betray him and use such insidious means.
"Gul'dan, let us follow the Orcs tradition and have a duel, a battle to the death between chieftains."
Blackhand challenged Gul'dan to a duel. This Orcs was obsessed with strength and not good at debating, preferred to resolve issues in this way.
"You're still as naive as ever, Blackhand." Gul'dan grinned disdainfully. "Now you're my master, and I'm just a lowly Servant. Do you think you have the right? Go back to your master!"
Blackhand bowed his head again, silent. Yes, he was proud, valued honor, and refused to submit, but faced with survival and dignity, he could only choose the former.
Shaking his powerful body, Blackhand remained silent, only able to return to the ranks and bow his head in submission to Sylvanas.
The Emissary shifted his gaze to the group of rotting Orcs, his voice wavering:
"Look at these self-important beasts. When faced with a life-or-death choice, they are not even as good as lowly rats. Sylvanas, you did well. You upheld the dignity of Azeroth and made the king of another world submit to us."
"In recognition of your efforts, I'm willing to help you resolve this trivial little problem."
Sylvanas was overjoyed. "Thank you for your help, Emissary."
The Emissary slowly rose into the air, his entire body enveloped in Arcane energy. A flash of light appeared, and in that brief instant, it seemed as if hundreds of spells were generated and then vanished.
Antonidas noticed that the Emissary's magical power was very strong, but not as inexhaustible as Medivh's, who possessed the Spellstealer Wyrm. However, in terms of magical manipulation skills, he was a hundred times better than Medivh.
Antonidas was astonished; this was an extremely dangerous person whose understanding of magic far surpassed his own.
Even the Guardian Aegwynn, the Archmage Antonidas once most admired, was far inferior to this man.
With just a small amount of magic power, one can kill without leaving a trace; this person's spellcasting skills are as superb as breathing.
Antonidas sighed helplessly; as one of the most powerful mages of this era, he couldn't understand it at all.
As a melodious sound arose, like the most beautiful music in the world, the heavens and earth trembled slightly, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
The Magic Shield surrounding the front gate of Karazhan was torn open, leaving a hole the size of a fist.
The Emissary remained calm, and as the space continued to tremble, the hole grew larger and larger.
The Magic Shield is Karazhan's first line of defense, a masterpiece created by Aegwynn and Medivh, far surpassing the Magic Shields of Dalaran and Silvermoon City in their time.
Sylvanas had no way to break through the shield and could only try to do so by brute force.
Unexpectedly, someone's understanding of magic far surpassed that of Aegwynn and her son, finding the tiny flaw in the shield and then gradually widening the loophole.
"Azeroth has such a genius."
Duke Alpha was astonished. He was Medivh's classmate, and the two studied together at the Sargeras Void Academy, where they had encountered geniuses from various worlds, as well as ancient beings who had lived for countless years within the academy.
Duke Alpha was quite knowledgeable, far surpassing Antonidas in his understanding. In the Sargeras Void Academy, which gathered countless geniuses from around the world, only a handful of people could achieve this.
The Emissary descended slowly, seemingly having accomplished a trivial task.
The rift continued to widen, and the people of Karazhan frowned slightly upon seeing it, none of them able to seal it.
"Sylvanas, I never give for nothing. Since these Gronn are no longer of any use to you, give them to me as payment. I happen to be lacking a cool mount."
Before Sylvanas could agree, the Emissary beckoned to the Gruul family standing nearby.
The massive, mountain-like bodies of the Gruul family suddenly vanished, transforming into a string of golden bracelets. The largest bead in the bracelet was Gruul, while the seven smaller beads were Gruul seven children.
Antonidas was terrified by this magic; it was nothing short of a miracle.
Antonidas began to understand why the vision of Medivh had said, "If you hadn't gone astray, you would have achieved much more."
Upon witnessing this astonishing magical art, Antonidas realized he was a complete novice.
Sylvanas dared not object, and hurriedly replied, "It is their honor to Emissary."
The Emissary nodded imperceptibly, his figure gradually blurring until he finally disappeared.
Antonidas then realized that the coffin was not Vessel for the body of a god, but a summoning artifact.
What terrifying beings could be summoned from the remaining coffins? Antonidas was particularly curious.
Gul'dan wiped the sweat from his brow. The pressure from the Emissary was immense. Fortunately, the man only damaged Karazhan's Magic Shield and then left; otherwise, he truly didn't know how he would have been able to fight back.
Sylvanas saw the Emissary off and looked at Gul'dan with a smug expression.
"Gul'dan, it's time to show me my true power. When we conquered the Frozen Throne, do you know who benefited the most? That's right, it was me. It's time to show you everything I learned from the Frozen Throne."