Killing the numerous Alliance at the Shadowmoon Clan Void Camp did not cost Medivh too much of his strength.
He only scratched the surface of his confrontation with the Prophet Velen and the Embaari Village, taking it only superficially.
Medivh's ultimate goal is the Lunarfall.
In fact, many novice adventurers in the Alliance are unaware of the meaning of the "blood letter" of Destiny.
These lessons, forged in countless drops of blood, are not understood by everyone.
Especially those noble sons who dared not even participate in the battle tonight, they naively believed that the fortress was an absolutely safe home.
Even as the piercing alarm blared, many people remained hesitant and unsure what to do.
They were unaware of the tragedy at the Shadowmoon Mage Camp, and even less aware of the sacrifices made during the resistance in Embaari Village.
When Medivh brought Med'an to the skies above the Lunarfall, many unsuspecting adventurers were still looking up to watch the spectacle.
Medivh's gaze swept across the entire Lunarfall, searching for the center point, the optimal spot to cast his spell.
Looking down at the masses below, most were fleeing for their lives, desperately seeking refuge. A few stood watching, grinning foolishly. This scene stirred Medivh 'Medivh emotions, touching the softest part of his heart.
He hesitated slightly.
"Med'an, do you think we're doing the right thing?"
"Father, they are the Alliance. The Alliance and the Horde are natural enemies, destined to fight to the death. The so-called peace is just a temporary delay, an excuse to deceive those fools. We will eventually eradicate the Alliance, purify all of Azeroth, leaving only the Horde —oh no, except for the Orcs. All other races should be exterminated. We are merely using them."
Med'an, who has the appearance of Orcs, naturally speaks for Orcs.
The Astromancer's eyes seemed to shimmer with stars as he spoke earnestly, "I have traveled through interstellar space and witnessed the destruction of too many races. Life always comes at a price; living is not so easy."
Medivh grinned, a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"Even I occasionally show mercy, but this universe is cruel, cold, and merciless. The creatures of Azeroth are imperfect and need a new species to take control of everything."
"When I encountered the Orcs in Draenor, I was incredibly excited. Orcs are the closest thing to a perfect race—cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. They can be cowardly when necessary. They are born without moral constraints, yet they can constantly chant about benevolence and righteousness. They can talk about glory, yet they never hesitate to kill their opponents in the most despicable way. They can take everything from their enemies, leaving only a cold, hard loaf of bread, yet they can make their enemies grateful to tears. They talk about peace, yet they want to seize the most fertile lands. They know how to use all available power to strengthen themselves. They know the difficulty of survival, understand competition, and know that killing all potential enemies is the hope for the continuation of their race. Their perfection fills me with joy."
"Med'an, when you, like me, can see into people's hearts, you will see how dark they can be, how conscience and malice are intertwined, how kindness and cruelty coexist. I fear you will be influenced and lose yourself, so I have never taught you the true ability to read minds. I have seen countless mixed thoughts, like piles of messy garbage. Only the Orcs' minds are simple and pure, driven only by pure killing, extermination, and the ruthless pursuit of survival."
"I don't know the outcome of this, but if I'm wrong, let the world be wrong with me. If I'm insane, let the world go mad with me. Mortals, this is your own Destiny, blame no one. This universe has no mercy, and I will show you that beneath the stars, there is only cruelty and bloodshed."
Medivh's face was contorted in a grotesque grimace, and a terrifying Demons image overlapped with his body.
Medivh was terrifying at that moment. Even his closest friend, Med'an, felt a wave of fear and dread wash over him.
Fel energy intertwined with Arcane energy, Medivh smiled cruelly, and in an instant, a massive Mana Bomb was completed in his hand, which he hurled towards the center of the Lunarfall.
That was the best piece of land in the Lunarfall, Robbie's childhood friend, Luobo'an's fortress.
"Oh my god, what is that?"
"Mana Bomb, Theramore, no."
"Wasn't the Focusing Iris reclaimed by the Blue Dragonflight?"
"What are you waiting for? Run for your lives!"
An unseen hand barely managed to catch the falling Mana Bomb.
"Teacher, you can't do this!" At the Starfall Outpost, Khadgar shouted.
"Poor Khadgar, you know perfectly well what power you are fighting against, yet you still overestimate yourself so much. My dear disciple, your foolishness is laughable." Medivh laughed cruelly, raising his right hand and pressing down forcefully.
In a mere instant, Khadgar's face was covered in blood. He had done his utmost to delay the Mana Bomb, proving with his actions that the Commander's efforts were worthwhile.
Finally, the Mana Bomb fell.
The world turned black and white. The fortresses painstakingly built by the Alliance in the Lunarfall turned a deep purple under this entangled power, like purple crystal or fine glass.
One by one, the human figures froze, white as plaster statues, with only fear remaining on their faces.
A gentle breeze swept by, and buildings collapsed with a deafening roar. The swaying, pitiful statues told the tragic story of this desolate tragedy.
Medivh didn't look at the ruins; he simply gazed quietly at the night sky.
"It's another beautiful day."
A Portal, its destination unknown, opened, and Medivh stepped in calmly.
Med'an, however, glanced back at the horrific scene at the Lunarfall. At that moment, his eyes were filled only with killing intent and cruelty.
Robbie and Vanessa headed to the Shadowmoon Mage Camp.
Robbie saw the Elf girl, Beiqing Feathermoon. The happy, carefree Night Elf was gone; she knelt before a pile of dust and wept bitterly. Sori Beast Tamer, the most senior adventurer of the Lunarfall, was dead, leaving only a broken Ancient Keeper's Bow.
"He did it to save me." Overwhelmed with grief, Beiqing's beautiful eyes lost their light. "I couldn't even bring his body back. I don't know what's wrong with the world, but I know something is wrong."
Cruelty makes people grow, and sacrifice makes them mature, but the price is too high.
Robbie watched silently. There had been too many sacrifices tonight. The extreme grief and indignation inspired him. Robbie felt he had to do something, to do everything in his power to change all of this.
Vanessa shook her head; she didn't know how to comfort her. She could only take Robbie and leave, the two heading towards Embaari Village.
"The world started having problems, beginning with Molten Core."
Vanessa's voice was heavy. "One by one, powerful beings were eliminated, the balance of Order was lost, and after Deathwing fell, there was no power in this world that could threaten the Guardians."
"Absolute power brings absolute authority, and also absolute capriciousness," Robbie concluded, sighing silently.
In the Embaari Village, Yrel held her sister Samara's body and wailed loudly.
When Velen cast Life Link, Samara was tending to the wounded. Life Link consumed everyone's life force equally, and Samara didn't hesitate to sever the wounded's links and chain them all to herself.
The wounded survived, but Samara closed her eyes forever.
"Yrel," Velen said, staggering, "Forget all of this."