"Die, or become Forsaken, submit to the great Orcs." Med'an picked up the Juxiong's bloodied thigh and began to bite into it viciously, his face covered in blood, looking like Demons.
"Has this guy gone mad?" Robbie was stunned.
"That's how Orcs are when they go berserk," Vanessa said in a deep voice. "Med'an is different from ordinary Orcs; he can't control his emotions. Experiment 709 was a failed creation. Medivh attempted to create a perfect race by fusing orcs with Orcs, Draenei, and Dark Titan bloodlines, and the result was Med'an. He can be very powerful when he occasionally erupts, but most of the time he's unreliable."
"Why are the main characters Orcs?" Robbie didn't understand.
"Don't you think Orcs are the most perfect species in this world? When they are defeated, they shout for peace and honor. When they win, trampling human homes and slaughtering civilians, they say it's war, and there's no right or wrong. Like Thrall, who disappeared when Theramore was bombed, but then stepped in to stop Jaina when she tried to destroy Orgrimmar; or Saurfang the Great, the Orcs's symbol of honor, who never hesitates to launch a sneak attack when given the chance, while simultaneously spouting 'honor.' Although Orcs revere strength, when it comes to politics and theatrics, several human Kings would pale in comparison."
"Now that you mention it, I really want to be Saurfang the Great too," Robbie remarked.
"You have a chance," Vanessa said.
The pretty human female mage smoothed her hair and glared at Med'an:
"I choose the third path."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The female mage used Blink repeatedly, and her figure quickly disappeared into the night.
To become Elite of a major guild, the female mage possesses a unique skill.
"Trying to escape."
Med'an gave a cold laugh.
An Orcs hunter stepped forward, nodded to Med'an, and pulled out an enormous bone bow from behind his back.
The Orcs's arms were extremely strong, with well-defined muscles, as if they were made of iron. He took out an arrow that was more than two meters long, drew his bow, and nocked the arrow. There was a loud "boom".
The arrow flew three meters away, bounced several times on the ground, and fell into a ditch.
"Reporting to the commander, the shot missed." The Orcs hunter's expression was unusually grave.
Med'an:
Seeing an opportunity to escape, the cadres of the ten major labor unions each displayed their unique skills.
The Dwarf Shaman planted a totem in the ground, and the small hillside instantly turned into a roller coaster, tumbling and tumbling endlessly, making it difficult to stand.
The Shaman transformed into a three-headed Ghost Wolf and fled in three directions. Med'an's Followers split up to pursue him, only to find that they were all imposters.
The cunning Elf hunter feigned death, Med'an's Followers grinned maliciously as dozens of Battle Axes slashed at the "corpse," only to find a wooden dummy on the ground; the hunter had vanished without a trace.
A Gnome thief threw a smoke bomb and disappeared. Med'an's pursuers reacted quickly, illuminating the hillside with five flares. Unfortunately, the Gnome thief was nowhere to be seen, but Med'an was blinded by the light.
A Dwarf Priest shouted and used Teleportation to instantly switch places with Med'an.
Before Med'an could recover from the flares, he heard several whooshing sounds and dozens of Battle Axes came crashing down.
They hacked at Med'an until he was dizzy and bloodied. If it weren't for the Guardian Set's special effect being triggered, he probably would have been torn to pieces by his own Followers on the spot.
"Bastards, bastards, a bunch of idiots!" Med'an cursed.
After a period of chaos, the leaders of the ten major guilds all fled, leaving only the human Warrior Gangdun.
Those who reach this level all possess several life-saving skills, except for the Gangdun.
"My Savior, I am willing to drink the Plague wine and become Forsaken."
Enraged, Med'an stepped forward and smashed Gangdun's wine bowl. His Followers, burning with anger, rushed forward and instantly hacked him to pieces.
"Ahhh!" Med'an roared repeatedly, his anger finding no outlet.
At the foot of the hill, in the Shadowmoon Clan Void Mage camp, the shouts of battle gradually ceased, and the magical light stopped flashing. The battle against the Shadowmoon Clan Void Mages was nearing its end, entering its final stage.
"Activate the crystal! I will make the adventurers of the Alliance pay the price."
Ograk quickly ran to the crystal Nexus and turned the switch on it.
At the same time, technician Romuul nodded to Robbie and Vanessa and activated the jammer.
A rumbling sound rang out, and the earth trembled.
In the pitch-black night, patches of fireflies flickered, like the eyes of countless wild beasts, converging towards the Shadowmoon Clan Void Mage's camp. Suddenly, as if disturbed by something, the sea of fireflies slightly changed direction.
"Commander, this is bad! The horde is approaching us!" Ograk shouted.
"Commander, open the Portal immediately! This is a trap; we must retreat," a Follower suggested.
"Retreat? How could I, the Savior Med'an, speak of retreat?"
Logically, Med'an wouldn't be so unwise, but after suffering consecutive setbacks tonight, his youthful arrogance flared, and he lost his composure. Furthermore, Experiment 709 himself was imperfect and struggled to control his emotions.
"Hahaha, a trap, this is getting interesting!" Med'an stood atop the hill, stretching his hands towards the sky, and shouted, "I'll show the adventurers of the Alliance that I, Med'an, the Savior, am not just a figurehead!"
Wild animals surrounded the hillside, like a vast ocean with no end in sight.
Med'an's Followers were all terrified, their faces pale with fear, but Med'an remained unperturbed, smiling calmly.
Not far away, Robbie and Vanessa, holding engineering binoculars, both wore solemn expressions. Tonight, they would witness the true extent of Med'an's abilities, whether he was as powerful as rumored.
"Awooo!"
First, a large pack of wolves charged up the hillside.
Med'an removed the Guardian's Legendary staff, squinted his eyes, and softly chanted:
"Domain, the Mass Polymorph."
Within a 500-yard radius surrounding Med'an, no human or animal could stand; only a flock of white sheep remained. Med'an stood alone in the center, his cane in hand making him appear like a solitary shepherd.
"My God, that's amazing!" Robbie was so startled he almost dropped the binoculars.
If a mage can perform the Mass Polymorph, it signifies Transcendence level of skill.
Med'an, however, turned an area into his own territory and set his own rules. This mastery of skills was close to Deification level.
Unfortunately, it has a slight flaw: the domain technique doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, turning even its own Followers into sheep.
The herd of beasts Anjing down briefly, then quickly erupted.
Even after being transformed into sheep, the wild nature of carnivorous beasts remained unchanged. Flocks of sheep surged up the hillside, their horns and hooves becoming weapons.
This caused great distress to Med'an's Followers.
Originally, these Followers were considered Elites, almost all of them capable of fighting independently. Coupled with their excellent equipment, each of them could easily handle dozens of wild beasts. Now that they have become sheep, their fighting power is on par with sheep.
Ograk cried, tears streaming down his face, and pleaded:
"Commander, please, withdraw your divine power!"