"Quickly, climb higher, turn the rudder, get out of here, and avoid those tentacles."
On the airship, the Orcs who had been watching the spectacle were all terrified and hurriedly issued orders.
The airship shook violently, its power valves emitting a heavy hissing sound as it desperately tried to avoid the large tentacles.
However, the tentacles were too fast. Dozens of black tentacles moved like the wind, much more agile than the cumbersome airship. The airships in the air were either pierced or tightly entangled.
The Orcs Warriors, yelling in desperation, grabbed their Battle Axes and chopped at the tentacles with all their might, sparks flying everywhere.
Unfortunately, these tentacles are as hard as steel. Once they come into contact with the dark aura that surrounds them, they become dizzy and are taken off the airship.
The tentacles moved with incredible speed, either destroying the airship directly or dragging it into the murky floodwaters.
More and more tentacles emerged from the water, growing rapidly at a visible rate, turning Orgrimmar into a dense forest.
Saurfang and Nazgrim, two young Orcs, fell into the water and struggled to survive.
With a whoosh.
Two enormous heads emerged from the floodwaters, larger than the auction house in Orgrimmar, resembling octopus heads. Their faces were those of Medivh and his mother, twisted and crazed, almost completely irrational.
They opened their gaping maws, filled with sharp teeth, and countless tentacles swayed as they devoured living or dead Orcs, chewing them with gusto. Blood splattered, adding a thick crimson hue to the already filthy floodwaters.
Undoubtedly, the flood caused Everflesh Medivh, to grow wildly. The Power of the Old Gods transformed them into terrifying monsters, who then sought revenge against the Orcs.
When Thrall plotted the Flesh-Eternal, he probably didn't expect Orgrimmar to be swallowed by the flood.
Saurfang and Nazgrim were both doomed, falling into the gaping maw filled with sharp teeth.
Despite his massive body, comparable to Pit Lord, Cairne Bloodhoof was terrified and quickly led the Undead Tauren in retreat. Medivh and his mother seemed unable to leave Orgrimmar and did not pursue them.
Under the dual destruction of the flood and the tentacles, Orgrimmar's houses collapsed, its walls were destroyed, and Medivh and her son devoured the flesh and Corpses of the Orcs, then began to devour the damaged wood, furniture, and all other organic matter.
Soon all traces of the great city vanished, leaving only a murky lake and two enormous monsters, as large as mountains, with terrifying mouths, seemingly still not satiated.
Call!
A small, exquisitely crafted airship suddenly appeared in the sky above Orgrimmar, extremely far above the ground, at a height beyond the reach of the tentacles.
Sylvanas and Antonidas stood atop the airship, looking down at Orgrimmar.
When Sylvanas heard that Orgrimmar had been flooded, she immediately ordered Antonidas to teleport to her; she needed to confirm the Orcs' demise.
"He performed well, even better than expected."
Sylvanas revealed a look of delight, and said fiercely:
"The vast majority of Orcs perished in Orgrimmar. The few remaining Orcs at outposts and settlements will soon be wiped out by us Forsaken. I will not allow the Orcs any chance to rise again. Thrall, Saurfang, you never imagined your people would vanish forever from Azeroth. Of course, I will not spare the Orcs of Outland. I will destroy their homes, annihilate their ancestral lands, and let death descend!"
Sylvanas gazed at the sky, a look of ecstatic madness flashing in her eyes.
"Citizens of Silvermoon City, we have finally achieved our revenge. From the moment I was resurrected by the Lich King, I knew that this world was full of hypocrisy and cunning. To achieve revenge, you cannot rely on anyone but yourselves. Behold, Antonidas, what you humans could not do, I have accomplished."
Antonidas also harbored deep hatred for the Orcs. The destruction of Orgrimmar filled him with a sense of exhilaration, and he longed to let out a long howl to release the resentment he had endured for so long.
However, looking at the two black monsters whose bodies were like mountains and whose tentacles were like dense forests, Antonidas felt his scalp tingle. The two familiar faces made Antonidas feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.
"That's Medivh and his mother, right? They wouldn't..."
Sylvanas smiled faintly and said slowly:
"Don't worry about it. This is the greatest punishment for Medivh and his mother. When they become Flesh-Eternal, they will only suffer physical punishment. I am very worried that they will escape by accident one day."
Now, the flood caused their bodies to grow wildly, and the dark power of the Old Gods forcibly fused them together, fatally Corruption their spirits and souls, rendering them no longer a threat.
Antonidas breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing this; throughout his life, he had been utterly terrified of these two men.
Aegwynn is temperamental, unpredictable, and difficult to understand.
Medivh is treacherous, ruthless, cruel, and cunning.
Antonidas had long been fed up with the mother and son, and hearing that they would be condemned to eternal damnation finally put his mind at ease.
Only
Antonidas felt a sudden jolt in his heart and looked at Sylvanas, who had a smug look on her face, and was secretly surprised.
"Why do you know so much? Your understanding of magic is far inferior to mine; I can't even see through it. Why are you so certain? Unless..."
"The method for creating Everflesh Medivh came from Sylvanas; Thrall was used as a tool."
Antonidas quickly realized that Sylvanas didn't possess such abilities; who was the real mastermind behind it all?
Even if Medivh's weaknesses are discovered, he still has ways to make himself the world's first-rate Archmage.
Unfortunately, when one's strength and ambition become mismatched, all that is brought upon oneself is disaster.
Antonidas couldn't help but glance at Sylvanas, the Dark Lady, who was now also venturing into dangerous territory.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze flashing with a dangerous, cold light, and whispered:
"Now only one problem remains: get the Iron Horde into Azeroth and defeat the Night Elves. The Orcs' entry into Azeroth was inseparable from the Night Elf race's Night Elf; they stood idly by during the destruction of Silvermoon City. In the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande and Malfurion were accomplices of the Orcs. I will never let these damned the Betrayer get away with this."
"These are all just excuses."
Antonidas thought to himself, he couldn't understand why Sylvanas hated the Night Elves so much.
"But the Dark Portal has already fallen into the hands of the Alliance," Antonidas cautioned. "Khadgar has failed; it seems there's no other way but to send a large army to storm the Blasted Lands."
Sylvanas shook her head and smiled charmingly:
"Khadgar was just a smokescreen. I suspect the Alliance has an Archmage on par with you and Khadgar, so they sent Khadgar to hold him off. My real goal is to resummon the Dark Portal."
Summon the Dark Portal.
Antonidas quickly calculated the difficulty of summoning the Dark Portal.
First, it is necessary to find a weak point in the space, such as the Blasted Lands, which was invaded by Demons in ancient times, which is why Medivh chose this place.
Antonidas pondered that this region of Azeroth was suitable for summoning the Dark Portal.
Sylvanas gazed in the direction of Dustwallow Marsh:
"There are many ways to destroy Theramore, but do you know why you had to use Focusing Iris?"