Medivh displayed remarkable skill, easily defeating Mannoroth and then chivalrously rescuing Cenarius, helping him to remove the Fel from his body. Cenarius grumbled under his breath in dissatisfaction, but could only accept his fate.
But these actions did not frighten Fandral Staghelm.
Medivh was born extraordinary. Whether it was the Seven Human Kingdoms or the magnificent Silvermoon City, they all treated him as an honored guest. Even the high and mighty royal family had to willingly submit to him.
However, the Night Elf race, especially those on Mount Hyjal, are not particularly afraid of Medivh.
Because the Night Elf race have a powerful backer, Ragnaros, the Firelord.
Fandral Staghelm and Ragnaros are close friends; Ragnaros once assessed Medivh's strength.
In terms of spellcasting skills, Medivh has a slight edge, since Elemental Lords are only Mastery a single type of magic. However, in terms of the depth of magical power, physical strength, and resilience, Medivh cannot compete with an Elemental Lords.
Ragnaros had confidently assured Fandral Staghelm that he could face Archimonde head-on and at least remain undefeated, but Medivh was far from being a match for Archimonde.
Moreover, Elemental Lords never fight alone; they have countless subordinates.
Fandral Staghelm gazed at the arrogant Medivh, thinking to himself that if he hadn't broken his pact with the Firelord, how could he have allowed Medivh to act so recklessly on Mount Hyjal? Fandral Staghelm was confident, after all, he had a very close relationship with the Firelord, so he said neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"Honorable Guardian, Lady Tyrande is devoted to serving the Moon Goddess, and I am currently in charge of managing affairs."
"You, a mere lackey of the Evil Elemental Lords!" Medivh bluntly exposed Fandral Staghelm's true identity.
Fandral Staghelm remained composed. The Night Elves knew his background well; there was nothing they could use against him. He maintained his polite tone. "Guardian, on behalf of the Night Elf race, I thank you for saving Cenarius. You are a distinguished guest of the Night Elf race; I will arrange accommodations for you immediately."
Fandral Staghelm's implication was clear: you are merely a guest and should not interfere in the internal affairs of the Night Elf race.
But Medivh wasn't buying it; he wasn't there to discuss things, but to give orders.
Medivh's imposing gaze fell upon Fandral Staghelm, Fandral Staghelm heart skipped a beat, as if he were being stared at by a terrifying beast, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
A flame rose in his heart—a gift from the Firelord, an Unquenchable Flame. Fandral Staghelm felt much better. He understood that Medivh had used some kind of Evil magic to try to undermine Fandral Staghelm's confidence.
"Medivh, don't even think about controlling the Night Elf race." Having narrowly escaped an ambush, Fandral Staghelm didn't hold back.
Fandral Staghelm unexpectedly broke free from the Dominating Gaze, catching Medivh off guard. Medivh paused for a moment, then, realizing something, chuckled wickedly, "I'm not here to control the Night Elves; that's merely the method of low-level Demons. I'm here to directly command you. The Night Elf race is finished now. What do you have to contend with me?"
Faced with Medivh's threats and intimidation, the Night Elves' generals all wore angry expressions, drew their weapons, and surrounded Medivh. For ten thousand years, the Night Elves had been defeated and their homeland had been burned, but they had never surrendered.
"A bunch of lowly ants dare to challenge the great Guardian? Without Ragnaros, you are nothing." Medivh's narrow eyes revealed contempt. He opened his right palm, revealing dozens of small purple orbs, each with a figure in its center, corresponding to the Night Elf generals present.
Dozens of small purple balls slowly flew up, and the Dark Night generals' feet left the ground. Their throats were choked by unseen hands, making it difficult for them to breathe. Their faces turned red from suffocation, and even Fandral Staghelm could not break free.
Medivh laughed triumphantly, "You lowly, stupid Night Elf race, these spells are ones you'll never learn in your entire lives. Death, or submission to me. Too bad, Fandral Staghelm, your only option is death."
Fandral Staghelm recognized the spell; it was an Arcane Puppet Spell, not particularly powerful or complex, but simply a clever casting technique.
For ten thousand years, the Night Elves have rejected magic, finding themselves utterly vulnerable before the magic of the Guardians.
Medivh reached out his left hand towards the small ball bearing the shadow of Fandral Staghelm, about to crush it. Suddenly, dozens of small balls shattered simultaneously, and the Night Elves fell to the ground, panting heavily.
"The magic of the Guardian Medivh is nothing special."
Medivh was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a monster floating in the air with curved demonic horns and wings on its back, holding a pair of emerald green Warglaive, looking at Medivh calmly.
"Illidan Stormrage."
Medivh immediately became cautious. He knew that the Night Fortress was protected by the magic of the World Tree, and even Medivh himself could not sneak in. How did Illidan get in? Or was he originally lurking inside the fortress?
Illidan was different from usual at this moment, unexpectedly polite and courteous. He slowly landed on the ground, looked at the Night Elf generals, a small purple orb appeared in his hand, and said in a teaching tone:
"I don't understand why the Night Elf race would reject such beautiful magic. It's a simple Puppet Magic, not difficult at all. I'll demonstrate it once at a slower pace, and you'll all understand. Night Elf race are neither lowly nor stupid. Trust me, after seeing me demonstrate it once, you'll no longer be afraid of this Entry spell."
Medivh's face was grim. Illidan calling his prized spell Entry level filled him with resentment, yet he was helpless. He could only watch coldly as Illidan demonstrated the spell in public and explained its secrets.
Puppet Magic, like magic, is easily debunked once explained. The Dark Night generals nodded in agreement, and a few exceptionally talented individuals with high comprehension were even able to perform it quite well.
"Illidan," beaming with pride, looked defiantly at Medivh: "Any one of you who studies magic with me for a year could easily defeat this so-called Guardian. Want to give it a try?"
The Night Elf generals exchanged glances, knowing full well that Illidan was the most dangerous prisoner in the Vault of the Wardens, a capricious and unpredictable monster who, most of the time, was far more terrifying than the Guardian Medivh.
Although Illidan's behavior today is unusual, there's no guarantee he won't suddenly fly into a rage and tear those around him apart.
"Looks like I don't have a high level of trust!" Illidan shrugged sadly, and said self-deprecatingly, "A monster like me can't even control myself when I start killing. It's better if you don't trust me."
With Illidan present, Medivh knew he couldn't coerce him with force, so he looked at Malfurion, who was watching the commotion, and loudly reminded him:
"Malfurion, go back and tell Tyrande that the only way for the Night Elves to defeat the Burning Legion is to join forces with the Orcs. Your wisdom cannot comprehend the foresight of Elune Moon Goddess. Pray sincerely to her, and perhaps she will Mercy on you and mercifully tell you the truth."
Medivh snorted coldly. Fearing that Illidan might suddenly go berserk, he hurriedly opened Portal and left.
"Illidan, Stormrage, how could I have overlooked this terrible monster? Hasn't he been away from Kalimdor?"
Medivh returned to the Dalaran Archives, where detailed records of Illidan, the enigmatic monster, saving his people from danger on numerous occasions throughout the history of the Night Elf race were kept.
"He's just a monster; I'm sure I can find his flaws and weaknesses," Medivh was full of confidence.