Med'an stepped out of the Portal, looked around, and grinned slightly, the diamonds embedded in his fangs glittering.
Two scantily clad Orcs girls supported Med'an on either side. Med'an gently flicked his cloak, and countless dazzling lights shone forth, almost blindingly bright. His Followers quickly swarmed around him to help shield him from the radiance.
This is the only Legendary set ever seen on the Azeroth Continent: the Guardian Set. Robbie saw it through the engineering telescope and couldn't help but feel a strong urge to kill Med'an and steal his treasure.
The last thing to pop out of the Portal was a chair.
The entire chair is made of massive bones, and the legs are huge cow hooves.
The chair back was covered with thick cowhide, and on the right armrest was a Tauren skull. Although only the skull remained, it was still larger than a typical Tauren skull. With its huge and exaggerated bull horns and thick nose ring, one could imagine that this skull must have belonged to an incredibly strong Tauren in life.
As if it were alive, the chair's four legs moved swiftly, and it quickly ran up the hillside.
"This is the Cairne's Chair, a birthday gift from Sylvanas to Med'an."
Vanessa smiled coldly, "Ever since Cairne Bloodhoof was ambushed and killed, the Tauren have had no honor left. They know who the murderer is, but they can only pretend not to know."
"Who ambushed Cairne Bloodhoof?" Robbie asked in surprise, this was different from history again.
"Who else could it be?"
Vanessa said with utter disdain:
"Among Warriors, he's the most skilled at ambushes. Every time he succeeds in a sneak attack from behind, he always talks about glory—the symbol of Orcs honor. An ambush is an ambush, but to then pat himself on the back afterward—only he has that kind of shamelessness in this world. The despicable behavior isn't important; what matters is how it's judged and how many fans he has."
Technician Romuul adjusted the frequency of the crystal, and as Med'an and his twenty-seven Followers walked up the hill, the Nexus crystal on the hill flickered slightly, transmitting the sound clearly.
Med'an plopped down on the "Cairne's Chair," gazing at the Shadowmoon Mage Camp ablaze with flames, a tapestry of magic, and the deafening cries of battle. An impatient expression crossed Med'an's face as he rubbed the minotaur skull, its eye sockets gleaming with an eerie red light.
A short Orcs approached and obsequiously lit a cigarette for Med'an.
The Shiabi tobacco from Stratholme eased Med'an's frown slightly.
"Savior, what troubles you?" The dwarf Orcs smiled ingratiatingly, secretly giving a wink. Two Blood Elf women quickly ran over and knelt down to massage Med'an's feet.
Robbie noticed that Med'an's twenty-seven Followers were of vastly different statuses. Fourteen of the Orcs were clearly his confidants and were positioned closest to Med'an. The Undead were of slightly higher status and stood in slightly more inward positions, while the Blood Elves, Goblins, and Tauren could only reside on the outer perimeter.
Med'an puffed out a cloud of smoke. "Back then, my father Medivh used a false prophecy to completely fool Velen in Outland. That old senile man didn't even realize it until the Draenei were wiped out. Why is it that this time it doesn't work on me? Ograk, do you really think I'm inferior to my father?"
Among the tall and strong Orcs, the Orcs rogue Ograk was relatively short, but the "Five-Word Gladiator" belt around his waist and the Imitation Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker on his back made him the most conspicuous among his Followers.
Ograk made a fawning gesture and quickly flattered, "Savior, your position is so noble, there's no need for you to do everything personally. Look at this Alliance of idiots, they've been fooled by you into tripping up their own people."
Med'an laughed heartily, slapped the Tauren skull hard, and kicked over two Blood Elf women who were massaging his feet.
"The title of Savior has brought me countless conveniences; otherwise, things wouldn't have been so easy."
"This short Orcs thief is no ordinary person," Vanessa said calmly. "He's Thrall's brother-in-law."
"Agna's brother?" Robbie asked.
Vanessa shook her head.
No? Agna is Thrall's lawfully wedded wife, is there a lot of information here?
"Ograk was a shrewd strategist, and through nepotism, he became Thrall's right-hand man."
Vanessa squinted and continued:
"This guy is cunning and treacherous. He once plotted to assassinate King Varian and even tried to kidnap Jaina. Of course, his most successful scheme was to eliminate Cairne Bloodhoof, clearing the way for Garrosh to take control of the Horde and becoming Garrosh's chief advisor. Unfortunately, with Vol'jin succeeding Horde of the Warchief, Ograk was completely without a position and had no choice but to seek refuge with Med'an."
Med'an took a deep drag on his cigarette, watching the fierce battle below. It was clear that the Shadowmoon Clan Mage was doomed, and the Alliance forces were advancing methodically, gradually eroding the Shadowmoon Clan Mage's camp.
Med'an's expression suddenly turned serious. "Ograk, once the Alliance in Shadowmoon Valley is destroyed and the Shadowmoon Valley Horde in, how should we deal with the Draenei?"
Ograk chuckled, "The old method, of course. First, they'll act as our living mana crystals, drain their mana, and then become our military rations."
"I think we should be cautious." Med'an frowned. "If it weren't for Velen, that senile old man, and we had a slightly more sensible leader, with the Draenei's intelligence and technology, we'd all be in danger."
Ograk revealed a vicious and cruel expression, and made a throat-slitting gesture:
"Then let's heed Ner'zhul's advice, let the Dark Star descend, and annihilate the Draenei in one fell swoop. Survival of the fittest, survival is always cruel, and the Draenei, this inferior race deceived by the Holy Light, have no right to live in this world."
"Isn't that a bit too cruel?" Med'an asked.
"That's what the Restless Souls of Theramore said too. What can that stupid Jaina do to us?"
After they finished speaking, they both burst into laughter.
"Alright, send the signal." Seeing that Shadowmoon Clan Mage was on the verge of collapse, Med'an nodded.
An Orcs hunter fired a signal flare.
A minor disturbance occurred within the Alliance's ranks, slowing their advance.
A dozen or so Alliance walked up the hillside; they were the organizers of this operation. The Elite of the ten major guilds of the Lunarfall, led by the human Warrior Gangdun Wuwei and the Worgen Druid Juxiong.
Before they even got close to the hill, Orcs Warriors walked over and disarmed them.
"Savior, I have fulfilled my mission." The human Warrior Gangdun Med'an.
Med'an nodded. "Very well, I will keep my promise. Someone, bring wine for the warriors."
The wine was fine, clear and fragrant, but it had an ominous gray odor and a putrid smell.
"This, this is the Plague."
Within the Alliance, a stylishly dressed female mage exclaimed in surprise.
The Juxiong smashed the wine bowl and roared, "Savior, you promised us peace!"
"Peace?" Med'an grinned cruelly as he walked step by step toward the Juxiong. "Now let me tell you what peace is. Either be slaughtered by us Orcs, or become the Orcs' most loyal slaves like the Forsaken."
Med'an bit down on the Juxiong's neck, tearing off a huge chunk of flesh, and blood gushed out.
The Worgen Druid Juxiong is very powerful; otherwise, he wouldn't have become the president of the Heaven and Earth Guild.
But at this moment, he was completely terrified and forgot to resist. Med'an chewed on the Juxiong's flesh and blood, kicked him to the ground, and jumped on him, stomping on him forcefully.
"Why does the Alliance always believe in naive peace? Haven't they learned enough lessons from us already?"
Med'an stared sadly at the Juxiong's mangled corpse.