As the Fel Reaver descended, Med'an regained his confidence upon gazing at their towering mechanical form.
"Intelligent System is ready. Activate IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) system. Please give the order, Master."
The Fel Reaver emitted a monotonous mechanical sound.
Med'an's Followers numbered less than ten. Upon seeing the Fel Reaver, their first thought was of the indiscriminate sheep-transformation and Water Elemental Domains. They were initially uneasy, but upon hearing about the friend-or-foe identification system, they were immediately greatly relieved.
Looking down at the wild beasts on the hillside, Med'an pointed his staff and said, "Kill all these animals."
"Activate the enemy-foe identification system, locate the target, and carry out the strike."
The Fel Reaver stepped forward, swung its fist, and slammed it down.
Bang! Bang!
The two Tauren Followers were caught off guard and were smashed into pieces.
The Followers were dumbfounded. What did this mean?
"Um, sorry, the Fel Reaver's Intelligent System is still in the testing phase." Med'an scratched his head and said seriously, "Fel Reaver, listen to my command, slaughter these beasts!"
"Activate the enemy/foe identification system, locate the target, and initiate artillery barrage."
Boom! Boom!
Med'an's few remaining Orcs Followers were caught in a barrage of artillery fire and perished without a trace.
Even Med'an himself was badly injured by the blast, but thankfully the Guardian Set's special effects saved his life.
Med'an looked around and a sense of loneliness and desolation welled up in his heart.
The Orcs rogue Ograk, sensing something was wrong, quickly disappeared.
Besides them, only a Blood Elf woman remained by his side, weeping bitterly, lamenting:
"Commander, we usually serve you with all our might. We massage your feet, we rub your back, we do whatever you want. How can you treat us like this? It breaks the hearts of our Followers."
"The way you're saying that makes it sound like I, the Savior, am deliberately trying to harm you."
At this point, Med'an felt a little embarrassed and quickly shifted the blame. "It's all this Fel Reaver's fault! I knew these Burning Legion things were unreliable. Don't worry, I'm going to take it apart."
"The Intelligent System has detected danger and activated its self-protection mechanism. Following the mechanical laws, with self-preservation as its highest priority, it attacks all potential threats and initiates its attack system."
The Fel Reaver raised its fist high and slammed it down on Med'an.
Med'an sensed something was wrong and used Blink to Blink behind the Fel Reaver.
The poor Blood Elf woman couldn't dodge in time and died on the spot.
"Damn it, damn it, there's definitely something wrong with the Intelligent System of this Fel Reaver. I shouldn't have summoned it."
Boom! Boom!
The Fel Reaver unleashed their firepower once more, Med'an quickly activated his Ice Block.
Through the engineering telescope, it was seen that Med'an's Followers were mostly dead, and he was now locked in combat with the Fel Reaver. Vanessa waved her hand, and Technician Romuul shut down the crystal, causing the beast horde to scatter and retreat back into the forest.
"Commander, this is a good opportunity."
Robbie observed Med'an's battle. After all, he was a frail mage and lacked the power of King Varian to shatter the Fel Reaver with a single blow. He was struggling quite a bit, jumping around and sustaining considerable injuries.
"The renowned Guardian's Legendary Staff, and the Guardian Set, the only known Legendary set on the Azeroth Continent." Robbie licked his lips, eager to try it out, as he looked at Med'an's luxurious gear.
"Commander, let's take this opportunity to ambush Med'an. These two items will Brotherhood. We only need to offer any part of the Guardian Set to exchange for five Naaru Shards from the Argent Crusade."
Vanessa's beautiful face was unusually serious. She shook her head and whispered, "Robbie, be extremely careful. It would be best if Med'an could leave, but we must not be careless and should not act rashly. I just hope he doesn't appear."
"What do you mean, 'don't show up'?" Robbie, somewhat confused.
Vanessa's voice carried a chill. "The Sword of Judgment hanging over the heads of all the Alliance."
Bang!
Med'an couldn't dodge in time and was finally hit by the Fel Reaver.
Med'an, writhing in pain, coughed up a mouthful of blood. He still had plenty of magic power left, but too much had happened tonight, leaving him mentally exhausted and unable to concentrate on casting spells.
A familiar blur flashed before my eyes—the barrage of fire from the Fel Reaver.
"Should I Blink forward, or cast Ice Block?"
This brief hesitation cost him dearly; a shell exploded beneath his feet, and Med'an lost a leg.
The Ice Block blocked the artillery fire, but the unbearable pain brought him to the brink of extreme tension.
"Give up, Experiment 709."
A voice resounded in my heart.
"You are merely an insignificant pawn, a failed experiment."
The faint voice kept repeating in his ears. Med'an endured the pain, biting his lip. His Blink worked again, saving him from being trampled into mincemeat by the Fel Reaver.
"Let it end like this, Med'an. Who has ever cared about you? This world is nothing but a cold cage, and you are just a poor little bird in that cage."
Med'an was despondent, a bitter smile playing on his lips; he truly wished it could all end like this.
Driven by a final instinct to survive, he instinctively activated the Ice Block.
Unfortunately, the Ice Block is not indestructible.
The Fel Reaver raised its fist and pounded it forcefully, cracking the Ice Block.
"Let it end like this, Med'an, die in this insignificant corner, like an ant."
The voice in his heart gradually merged with his consciousness, and Med'an's consciousness blurred, plunging him into deep despair.
Tonight, Shadowmoon Valley is destined to be anything but peaceful.
An unusual wind suddenly began to blow.
The wind seemed to come from the ocean, brushing past the Karabor Temple, blowing over the Embaari Village, lingering briefly at the Lunarfall, before swirling and disappearing into the Shadowmoon Clan's Barrier of Anguish.
Vanessa's gaze narrowed rapidly, revealing a serpentine glint in her eyes.
Robbie only saw a dizzying flurry of assembly as Vanessa quickly assembled an enormous signal flare.
Bang!
Two large, blood-red characters lit up in the sky above Shadowmoon Valley:
"Destiny."
Tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful.
At the Shadowmoon Mage Camp, the victorious Alliance adventurers enthusiastically cleaned up the Battlefield.
This was a complete victory.
Although the Shadowmoon Valley Alliance was mostly composed of roughnecks and unruly groups, their years of adventure had made these seasoned soldiers adept at teamwork. After a fierce battle, many were lightly wounded, but very few were seriously injured or killed, and the wounded all received effective treatment.
The word "Destiny" rose into the sky in red.
"Run! Run as far as you can, and don't stop!"
The seasoned adventurer yelled at the inexperienced young man beside him.
"Escape? Why escape? Where to? What about the wounded?"
"Once Destiny intervenes, everyone scatters and flees. It's a long-standing rule of the Alliance: the wounded can't be looked after."
Tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful.
In the Lunarfall, Hogger, having finished a long day, was about to treat himself to a good drink.
The word "Destiny" rose into the sky in red, and a piercing alarm echoed through the Lunarfall Camp.
"Oh no, run!"
Hogger was shocked and jumped up from his chair.
Since Theramore was destroyed by the Focusing Iris, the Alliance stipulated that underground shelters must be built when constructing fortresses. The Brotherhood placed even greater emphasis on this, and the shelters they built were incredibly sturdy.
Chaos reigned inside the fortress; shouts and screams filled the air as everyone fled for refuge.
Luobo'an awoke from his deep sleep, only to be shaken awake by Druid who could transform into a rabbit.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Luobo'an has been sleeping poorly lately, always feeling that something is wrong.
"Commander, run for your lives!"
Why are you running for your life?
"When Destiny intervenes, life is no longer in our own hands; we must run as far away as we can."
Tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful.
In the Embaari Village, the Prophet Velen found his staff, gripped it tightly in his hand, and looked on with Steadfast.
At the Starfall Outpost, Khadgar looked up at the sky, his eyes widening.
A vast shadow obscured the Azure Moon, making the sky over Shadowmoon Valley even darker. An ominous aura enveloped everyone's hearts, as if Demons had descended upon the world.
"Med'an, you've disappointed me greatly."
The enormous Fel Reaver transformed into a purple crystal, which dissipated with the breeze and turned to ashes.
"Father."