After spending a full day and night reviewing materials, poring over mountains of ancient texts and folk Legendary about Illidan, Medivh wearily patted his shoulders, his face filled with frustration.
This Illidan is practically omnipotent; he can defeat any enemy, overcome any difficulty, and return safely from any seemingly insurmountable predicament.
Illidan once killed a maddened Titan Keepers, once ventured into the deepest part of the Emerald Nightmare to rescue thousands of Druids, and once stormed the temple of the Old Gods C'Thun.
In Azeroth, it seems nothing can defeat him.
No wonder the Night Elves are the most powerful race in Azeroth. With such a terrifying monster, even the Dragonflights would have to bow down. Illidan, he's just Malfurion's brother, how could a mortal be so terrifying?
Medivh grew increasingly astonished. With such a terrifying variable at play, he dared not venture into Mount Hyjal again. He even doubted that Archimonde was a match for Illidan.
Medivh, who was considering quitting, activated the Communication Orb; he needed to explain the situation to the Emissary.
In the Swamp of Sorrows, nestled among rolling mountains, lies a small village that resembles a paradise.
In earlier years, when the Orcs invaded Azeroth, Stormwind City was burned down, and many people of the Kingdom of Stormwind were forced to flee to the Swamp of Sorrows. Fortunately, they found a fertile piece of land in the mountains and settled down there.
A young hunter donned his leather armor, preparing to venture into the mountains to hunt, when he saw a beautiful young woman approaching from the village, her belly protruding, seemingly having been pregnant for quite some time.
"This is your child." The woman pointed to her large belly, her big eyes blinking, her long eyelashes making her very cute. "Six months ago, during a rainstorm, I stayed at your house and didn't leave. You can't deny it."
The young hunter looked bewildered, and after a long pause, he said, "Impossible. I participated in a hunting competition in Stranglethorn Vale six months ago. You must be mistaken."
The young woman, her face flushed with anger, stomped her foot, pulled out a pillow hidden in her clothes, threw it at the man's head, and cursed, "What an idiot! No wonder you're single!" With that, she fled as fast as she could.
What's going on?
The young man felt a sudden jolt; something awakened in his mind, and a flood of memories surfaced.
"I am the Emissary of the Moon Goddess, and I serve Elune."
The young man looked at his hands. This young body had originally slumbered in the Temple of Atal'Hakkar, remaining intact for thousands of years due to the unique environment of the swamp. It was a powerful body of unknown origin, concealing terrifying power within it.
In his weakened state, he occasionally loses himself and forgets his past.
When the memories resurfaced, the Emissary did not forget his mission, nor did he go hunting. Instead, he headed straight for the dangerous Temple of Atal'Hakkar deep in the swamp and slipped into a dark, secret chamber.
On the dusty stone platform in the center of the secret chamber, the connecting pearl glittered.
The Emissary activated the communication orb and saw Medivh with dark circles under his eyes. Medivh complained, looking aggrieved:
"I trusted you so much, why didn't you warn me about Illidan? At Mount Hyjal, Illidan ruined my plans."
Upon hearing the name Illidan, the Emissary also showed a solemn expression and waved his hand, saying:
"Although Illidan was terrifying, there was a Watchers among the Night Elf race named Maiev Shadowsong. She was the Jailer of the Vault of the Wardens, Illidan's nemesis, and imprisoned Illidan for a full ten thousand years."
Who is Maiev Shadowsong?
As a high and mighty Guardian, Medivh disdained to learn about a mere the Jailer.
Medivh frowned, worriedly saying, "If Illidan helps us, we will lose control of the Night Elf race, which will surely ruin our plans. You and I are both pursuing supreme power; anyone who dares to stand in our way must be eliminated."
The Emissary fell into thought, and after a long while, he said, "I thought Illidan had left Kalimdor after defeating Mannoroth, but I didn't expect him to return. We can't defeat Illidan by force; we can only outsmart him. I think he's just like us; we're all willing to pay any price for power."
Inspired, Medivh paced back and forth in the room, when suddenly a thought struck him:
"I understand. Since Illidan seeks power, then we'll create opportunities for him. Azeroth is full of extraordinary dangers; there are many places even my mother dared not venture into. We'll tempt him with delicious power, hindering his progress and preventing him from attending to the Night Elf race."
The Emissary leaned back, letting out a long breath, and said, "I am still weak, and my memories may fade at any moment. I entrust Azeroth to you. I hope Tyrande will be prepared, and that you can help her reclaim her position as leader."
Having ended his communication with the Emissary, Medivh made up his mind and traversed the long staircase to reach the deep underground prison of Karazhan.
Inside a damp cell, an Orcs is chained with black chains.
After prolonged torture, the Orcs had long since succumbed. Hearing Medivh's footsteps, it immediately adopted a fawning, lapdog-like expression, prostrating itself on the ground and pleading obsequiously:
"Great Guardian Medivh, your humble servant Gul'dan is ready to serve you."
Upon seeing Gul'dan's Evil face, Medivh was filled with rage, waving his hands furiously and shouting:
"Damn Gul'dan! I trusted you so much back then, but what did you do? At the crucial moment of attacking Lordaeron, you led half the army away to search for the secrets of the Salras's Tomb. Even my mother dared not venture into such a perilous place. You, such a lowly being, were so presumptuous. The Orcs were defeated because of you, the Kingdom of Lordaeron survived, and only then could the Lich King Arthas rise to power. In the Tomb of Sargeras, though you are now only a soul, you will not escape my punishment."
Gul'dan, his face contorted with grief, pleaded hastily:
"Great Guardian, the old Gul'dan is loyal to you. I was also deceived, believing it was the order of the Kil'jaeden the Deceiver that led me to search for the Tomb of Sargeras. I was wrong, I was truly wrong."
Medivh extended his right hand, a vicious smile creeping across his lips, and said menacingly, "Now, you have a chance to make amends. I helped you rebuild your body, and now I need to use your head."
Mount Hyjal
Robbie knew that the Guardian Medivh was under the protection of Azeroth, and it would be very unwise to confront him head-on.
As Medivh pressed his advantage, Robbie had a sudden inspiration. He used Highborne magic to disguise himself as Illidan, successfully scaring Medivh away. Robbie then immediately left to avoid being discovered by the Night Elf generals.
Medivh would definitely not let this go, especially since he had Malfurion deliver a message to Tyrande before leaving, which made Robbie wary.
As history unfolds, Tyrande will surely regain the leadership, Night Elves will eventually join forces with the Orcs for the second time. However, what compromises and deals will occur during this period remains unknown.
After being reminded by Medivh, Malfurion, looking puzzled, explained what had happened to Tyrande.
Elune, was Tyrande's only support, Medivh's reminder gave her renewed hope.