Medivh's sneak attack was perfectly timed, but fortunately Robbie was already prepared.
As the Magic Spear drew near, Robbie remained calm and quickly turned around, shielding the unconscious Thrall with his own body.
Medivh's control over magic was breathtaking; the Magic Spear actually stopped in mid-air, retreated more than ten meters, circled around, and flew back towards Robbie.
Robbie turned around immediately, still using Thrall's massive body to shield himself.
The Magic Spear suddenly split in two, becoming two weaker beams of magical light that bypassed Thrall.
Robbie remained unfazed, letting out a soft hum, with six golden shields of Holy Light surrounding him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With six crisp sounds, the Holy Light Shield shattered one after another, successfully withstanding Medivh's sneak attack before the last Holy Light Shield broke.
As the saying goes, "One should strike while the iron is hot, but one should not strike again, and one should not strike again until the iron is exhausted." Medivh had adjusted the Magic Spear three times in a row, which had already consumed a considerable amount of its power. After the Magic Spear was split into two, its power was greatly reduced, to less than one-tenth of its original strength.
"Holy Light Orcs?"
After a gasp, the image near the aerial Portal became clear.
Robbie saw Medivh again. He was much younger than before, with black hair and beard. His clothes were not flamboyant; he wore only a simple black robe, his head and face were covered by a hood, and he had a tuft of black beard. His eyes were sharp, emitting two beams of light that seemed to be able to see right into people's hearts.
The Guardians ' mind-reading abilities? Robbie wasn't worried.
Mind reading has its limitations; only greed and desire can unlock the secrets within a heart.
Robbie was open and honest, unafraid of the Guardians reading his mind.
"Not bad, human Archmage." Robbie sneered.
"Holy Light Orcs, hahaha, Orcs truly are a race that creates miracles, bringing me more and more surprises." Facing the miraculous Holy Light Orcs, Medivh narrowed his eyes slightly, showing great interest.
He didn't see through Robbie's disguise. Although Medivh was a powerful mage, he believed more in magic and instinctively ignored things outside of magic.
"Interesting Holy Light Orcs, you've successfully caught my attention. I, Guardian Medivh of Azeroth, swear that if you release Thrall, all past transgressions will be forgiven, and you will be a distinguished guest." Medivh confidently extended an olive branch to Robbie, eager to learn how Orcs learned the Holy Light.
Robbie didn't want to stay here; the Orcs disguise wasn't foolproof, and prolonged contact would easily expose him.
"Human." Robbie's expression turned ferocious as he deliberately provoked, "Your sneak attack strips you of all honor. You and that despicable old Orcs are no different; you have no right to make any promises."
Guardian Medivh remained unhurried, chuckling lightly, "So, Orcs, what outcome do you desire?"
Robbie grinned, his Orcs appearance giving him an unsightly smile:
"Humans, you're the ones who should be worried! Look, Thrall is bleeding! To show my contempt for this sneak attack, I'll teach you that wrongdoing must have consequences."
"The price? Heh, what is the price?"
"The price you cannot bear, the painful lesson everyone will remember, honor must not be tarnished." Robbie's dagger flashed across Thrall's chest, and after a dazzling display, a piece of meat weighing more than half a pound was pierced through the dagger.
Thrall awoke from his coma with a horrifying scream like a pig being slaughtered, and a foul stench filled the air. In an instant, Thrall fainted again from the pain, and the Orcs shook their heads and backed away, pinching their noses.
But that's not all.
Robbie opened his mouth, biting into the bloody flesh and chewing it in large mouthfuls.
"Call!"
The Orcs gasped in unison, as if a cold wind had swept through them. Robbie looked around and saw nothing but terror and fear in the pairs of ferocious eyes he saw.
Orcs are a naturally ferocious race; if you act even more ferociously than them, they will submit.
At this moment, Robbie already exuded a hint of domineering aura.
The taste was good; the roasted rabbit meat, processed with Holy Light, was delicious. However, there was too much tomato sauce, which affected its natural flavor.
Jaina turned pale and quickly covered her eyes with her hands, her delicate body trembling.
Medivh's face changed, and he cried out, "Cruel, so cruel!"
Hehe!
Robbie just wants to say that the Brill tragedy didn't involve any cruelty from you Medivh.
"Your Savior is bleeding. If you try to stall for time, you will only end up with a cold corpse. Now, who has the final say, Guardian Medivh?"
"Alright, Orcs, you win. Everything you say is fine."
When a person is not afraid of death, Medivh has no choice but to compromise for the sake of Thrall, the hard-won Orcs leader, and Medivh mysterious Holy Light Orcs.
Robbie took out an Hourglass and placed it on the ground.
"None of you are allowed to move until this Hourglass runs dry. To tell you the truth, my challenge to Thrall wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather the result of meticulous planning." Robbie pointed to the surrounding Orcs: "Many of my men are among them. They will send me signals in some form. This world isn't just about magic."
Seeing Thrall bleeding profusely and growing weaker, Medivh clearly realized that if he tried to bargain, Thrall, the Savior he had created, would truly die.
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, but you must guarantee Thrall's safety."
"Guardian, you have no choice."
Robbie chuckled:
"If you keep your promise, you can find Thrall three miles away after the Hourglass runs out. I won't tell you the exact location. So many Orcs, go out and search. Whether you survive or not depends on Thrall's fate."
Robbie laughed loudly, picked up Thrall's massive body, and strode away.
The camp was Anjing. Robbie's ferocity shocked everyone present, and the Orcs stood motionless like statues.
"Guardian, what should we do? Should we just let him go?" Eitrigg was very unwilling and whispered to Medivh.
"Heh, don't worry, Holy Light Orcs, you can't escape my grasp." Medivh's cold eyes stared at the small Hourglass, waiting for Horde.
Five miles away on a small hill, Arthas, leading two horses, had been waiting for some time.
Robbie ran while removing his Orcs disguise, shouting repeatedly, "Quick, it's the Guardian Medivh!"
"Etc."
Arthas snatched Robbie's Orcs disguise, carefully examined one spot, then took out his dagger, lightly scraped off a layer of skin, and tossed it onto the grass nearby.
"Damn it, Medivh's magical tracking." Robbie recognized the meaning of the symbols on it. "Arthas, how did you find out?"
Arthas looked distressed and whispered, "Countless Restless Souls gathered around me, calling my name and telling me everything about the Orcs Camp, including Medivh's secret magical tracking on you."
The ability to communicate with the Restless Souls.
Based on his previous actions in Brill Arthas, Robbie can finally confirm it.
Arthas, who could wield Frostmourne, certainly possessed qualities that set him apart from ordinary people.
This is precisely the source of Arthas's tragic Destiny.
Robbie and Arthas rode away, and not long after, a fawn came running by, grazing on the tender grass, and inadvertently got caught on a magical tracking beacon.
The fawn pricked up its ears alertly, sensing danger, and was about to run away.
A flying axe severed the fawn's neck.
A tall Orcs in black armor strode in, accompanied by a human knight who was not young.
"Tired of Tough Jerky? Finally, something different! Don't you think, Tirion Fordring?" the tall Orcs said.