Med'an is extremely arrogant and has a blind confidence in himself. Under normal circumstances, he will not listen to the advice of his Followers.
However, when a sheep broke through the blockade, its horns slammed into Med'an's rump.
After letting out a groan of both pain and pleasure, Med'an had no choice but to withdraw his domain power.
In that brief moment of hesitation, three Followers lost their lives.
Having returned from their helpless sheep-like state, Med'an's pursuers, now armed and armored, were finally able to stabilize their defenses. However, with thousands of beasts besieging them, their fall was only a matter of time.
Robbie and Vanessa watched the spectacle through the engineering telescope. It would be easy for Med'an to escape; he just needed to open Portal.
However, Med'an was somewhat out of control tonight. Seeing his Followers becoming increasingly overwhelmed, he kept roaring:
"Idiots, a bunch of idiots! Can't you even do this right? Do I, the Savior, have to step in?"
If Med'an were to unleash his true power, even the Old Gods C'Thun would tremble.
"Fine, fine, for you bunch of idiots, behold my invincible power, Mirror Image!"
A typical mage's Clone Technique can summon a maximum of two to three mirror images.
The Savior Med'an's Mirror Image was terrifying; he summoned over two hundred clones at once, almost filling the entire hillside.
Med'an's Followers were moved to tears; the commander had finally unleashed his true power.
One Med'an is terrifying enough; how incredible would two hundred Med'an be?
Med'an's Mirror Image possesses the same power as his original body, and it has no time limit.
"Attack!" More than two hundred Med'an raised the Guardian's Staff together, majestic and imposing, their momentum unstoppable.
"Attack!" The twenty-four Followers, full of confidence, raised their weapons and sounded the horn of counterattack.
The battle lasted for a short while before everyone finally realized something was wrong.
The addition of over two hundred Med'an had a negligible impact on the battle; they played almost no role.
Thrall's brother-in-law, the Orcs Ograk, saw the problem and quickly asked:
"Commander, you have over two hundred clones, why are you only attacking one target at a time?"
Although Med'an has many clones, he can only attack a single target at a time. While the combined strength of two hundred clones is formidable, and no beast can withstand such a coordinated attack, the efficiency of killing monsters is simply too low.
Med'an coughed, feeling it necessary to correct Ograk's misconception, and patiently explained:
"Ograk, look at all these clones of me, they're hard to control. For example, can you draw a circle with your left hand and a square with your right?"
"I can do it." Ograk blinked and immediately demonstrated on the ground, drawing circles with his left hand and squares with his right.
Med'an:
"Ograk, controlling two hundred clones is no easy task. Just like you, you can't possibly draw a circle with your left hand, a square with your right, a triangle with your left foot, and a pentagon with your right foot."
"That's not that difficult, I can do it too." Ograk demonstrated again, using both hands and feet. He was exceptionally talented and had some extraordinary abilities.
Med'an:
At this point, more casualties occurred among the Followers, creating gaps in the battle line.
A large group of wild beasts seized the opportunity to rush up the hillside, and most of Med'an's two hundred clones were devoured.
Seeing this, Med'an's eyes turned cold, and he said coldly, "It seems I have no choice but to get serious. It's time to show my true strength."
"Back then, Jaina relied on the power of the Focusing Iris to gather thousands of Water Elementals in an attempt to destroy Orgrimmar. Unfortunately, Thrall was fooled by Thrall, Agna seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. The Aspect of the Blue bit her neck off, haha! That foolish woman Jaina still dies with her eyes wide open, a mere walking corpse whose soul will never find peace. This Savior doesn't need the Focusing Iris; I can summon thousands of Water Elementals all by myself."
"Water Elemental Domain," Med'an growled.
In the blink of an eye, the hillside and its surrounding area transformed into a vast expanse of water.
Water Elemental surged to the surface in succession, layer upon layer, stretching as far as the eye could see, attacking all living things that could be seen.
The large number of beasts that stormed the hillside perished instantly, but at the same time, Med'an's Followers suffered heavy casualties. Only by sticking close to Med'an did Ograk avoid being attacked by the Water Elementals.
"My Follower, we can't do this! Our brothers are going to all die!" Ograk pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
"Compared to the impending victory, such sacrifices are insignificant." Watching his Followers die one after another from the Water Elementals, their cries of agony echoing, Med'an's expression remained remarkably calm, a strange smile playing on his lips.
"Alright, considering our past relationship, I'll open Portal and allow you to retreat."
The Portal flashed, and a heavily wounded Troll Follower rushed through Portal, followed by a bloodcurdling scream. The other Followers stopped in their tracks, staring at Med'an in astonishment.
"The Portal seems to have opened in the wrong location." Med'an touched the Portal with his staff. "Oh, it's the Portal to Ancient Dalaran, haha, I made a mistake."
Ancient Dalaran destroyed by Archimonde, leaving only a huge crater. The Portal opened in the air, hundreds of meters above the ground; falling into it would surely result in being turned into mincemeat.
"Gentlemen, this is just a small warning,"
Med'an withdrew his Water Elemental Domain, glanced around at his remaining dozen or so Followers, and gave a grim smile, "A trivial test. In my ranks, retreat is absolutely forbidden."
Ograk lowered his head and remained silent, not daring to speak, while the other surviving Followers were also terrified.
Med'an, arrogant and overbearing, declared, "Refined steel is tempered by fire, and only the truly Elite survive the test. The trial is over; it's time to show you the true power of the Savior."
"Come forth, my most reliable comrade-in-arms, the Fel Reaver are here!"
Med'an raised the Guardian Staff, its tip radiating an Evil green light.
"This is the power of Fel!" Robbie exclaimed.
Vanessa showed no surprise and said softly, "Med'an has the blood of the Dark Titans, and the Medivh family has some close connection with the Burning Legion. This world isn't black and white."
A strange vortex appeared in the sky above Shadowmoon Valley, spewing out the aura of magical energy.
The Prophet Velen put down his book, his gaze sharpening slightly. He walked to the window, staring at the vortex above Shadowmoon Valley. His expression changed slightly, and he murmured to himself:
"This is the power of Fel, no, it is not the Burning Legion that wields it. Holy Light, grant it to the Draenei! Naaru, guide the Draenei on their path forward!"
Since his last defeat, Ner'zhul, the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, has kept a low profile.
Sensing the power of the Fel in the air, Ner'zhul's face showed terror.
"No, no, ancestor, such power should not exist in Shadowmoon Valley." Ner'zhul prayed for his ancestors' protection, then his face twisted into a grimace as he declared, "Only the power of the Dark Star can protect the Shadowmoon Clan."
A ball of Infernal descended from the sky, the Fel Flames gradually died down, revealing a gigantic figure.
This is a tall, Fel Reaver, spewing green Flames.
Robbie recognized it as the same model of the Fel Reaver that stopped the Alliance airships before King Varian's death in the Broken Shore 7.0, only much larger.