Medivh's Response

"What did you mean?" Lothar looked puzzled.

After his disbelief, Medivh's face became fanatical. He was trembling with excitement.

"I mean, there was never any Divine Emissary Hu Feng. Everyone was deceived! Only a small number of Night Elves should know as well! The Divine Emissary is the will condensed by the God of Magic! No wonder I couldn't sense a physical body! No wonder it felt as if the Divine Emissary didn't exist in this world at all!"

Now it was Lothar's turn to stare in disbelief.

"You mean... the one standing below right now is a Titan God?"

Medivh nodded rapidly, his unblinking eyes fixed on Hu Feng as he followed King Adamant into the inner city.

"All right, I can't understand it, and I don't want to. A god's thoughts are beyond my comprehension." Lothar shook his head and pulled Medivh downstairs. They too were heading to Stormwind Keep for the welcoming banquet.

Stormwind City's banquets were not much different from those of the Highborne. As night fell, Stormwind Keep blazed with lights, and its largest side hall was especially lively.

A number of human mages had made a rare appearance at the banquet, though their real purpose was to grab those flashy Highborne mages and question them about everything.

Lothar was currently gesturing animatedly with several Spellblades, apparently discussing martial techniques.

Medivh was agonizing over whether he should gather the courage to speak with Hu Feng. While he was still struggling internally, he suddenly saw Divine Emissary Hu Feng walking toward him with a wineglass in hand.

"Medivh, the new Guardian."

"Y-Your Divinity, I..." Before Medivh could finish, his vision went black, and he found himself in a surging golden space.

What was going on? There was no reason for a god to attack me! Even if I discovered the truth, he wouldn't silence me for it, would he?

Hu Feng smiled. "Don't let your imagination run wild. This is only my spiritual world. I assume you've already discovered my identity?"

Medivh chuckled awkwardly. "Uh... yes, Your Divinity. I started to notice it back in Hero's Valley."

Hu Feng nodded. "Not bad perception, but that isn't the main point. Otherwise, I wouldn't have specifically pulled you into my spiritual space."

"Please, go ahead!"

"This concerns your problem, and it is also the main reason I came to Stormwind City. You need to prepare yourself for what I'm about to tell you. Of course, I will also tell you how to deal with it, but I'll need your cooperation."

Medivh nodded fiercely, filled with unease and confusion. What major problem could I possibly have besides being the Guardian... Was His Divinity being overly worri—

"You are Sargeras."

Pfft!!!

The conversation in the spiritual world lasted a long time, but outside, it merely looked as though the two of them paused simultaneously for a few seconds before returning to normal.

Medivh looked utterly lost as he slowly sank into the cushioned chair behind him, his eyes somewhat vacant. Hu Feng pulled over another chair, sat beside Medivh, and patted him on the shoulder.

"All right, pull yourself together. Where did that Guardian pride of yours go? Didn't I already tell you how to deal with this? Follow the plan step by step, and you'll be fine."

Medivh nodded upon hearing that, then rubbed his face hard with both hands.

"That's right. We're the ones taking the initiative now. With precautions and countermeasures in place, the evil god won't win." Medivh was naturally optimistic and full of confidence in everything. Only when Sargeras took control would he become gloomy and irritable.

But soon his face fell again. "But, Your Divinity... just thinking about that evil god being inside me makes my whole body feel awful... Can't we speed this up a little...?"

Hu Feng ruffled Medivh's big wavy hair. "Don't rush things! I must remind you that you need to stay calm and use all your strength to conceal this part of your memories. When necessary, you can voluntarily relinquish control."

"All right, understood. One last question... Does the Dark Portal really have to be opened?"

"Yes, it must be opened. Such excellent labor, so much land and resources—only an idiot would refuse them."

Draenor.

The once glorious and magnificent Karabor Temple had become hell.

Amid the broken walls and ruins, fires that had yet to go out smoldered everywhere, while Draenei corpses littered the ground.

The few surviving Draenei were tied together in long lines with ropes like livestock and brutally dragged away by the Orcs.

Warchief Blackhand kicked aside a corpse and strode toward the city gates. A messenger came running over, panting heavily, and saluted.

"Great Chief! Several strange, enormous glowing creatures helped the Draenei! Prophet Velen and the remaining Draenei boarded a great ship that could float into the sky! They've already escaped!"

"Trash! Didn't I tell you to kill every last one of them, no matter what?!" Warchief Blackhand roared as he kicked the messenger seven or eight meters away.

Gul'dan appeared behind Blackhand. "If the naaru rescued the Draenei, then the Horde cannot catch them. Those Holy Light creatures' flying fortresses have probably already left Draenor by now."

Blackhand smashed the nearby stone wall with one fierce punch, his face full of unwillingness. "So that's it?"

"No, of course not, my Great Chief." Gul'dan laughed hoarsely. "I have begun dreaming the same dream over and over. Something is guiding me. Now, all we need to do is wait..."

"Very soon, the Horde will gain a new world—a brand-new, vast, and incomparably fragile world. There, you will obtain everything you desire, Great Chief, whether it is the Draenei or endless slaughter."

Blackhand believed this completely. His intelligence was severely lacking; apart from his terrifying strength, he was good for nothing else. Blackhand was merely Gul'dan's obedient puppet.

"What should we do, then?"

"I will tell you, Great Chief. But first, we need to build something... more precisely, a door."

Orgrim and Durotan rode their wolves across the lands of Shadowmoon Valley, heading toward Nagrand.

"I am becoming increasingly certain that what Gul'dan brings is not merely power, but destruction and self-destruction."

Orgrim strongly agreed with his friend, though he remained somewhat uncertain. "It can't be that serious, can it? No matter how powerful Gul'dan is, he can't destroy a world. No Orc can do that." He paused. "Not even a gronn."

Durotan shook his head, his heart weighed down with worry. "I don't know, but my premonition has never been this strong. I believe we should prepare early."

"Don't let the other clans learn of your thoughts. These are sensitive times, and any display deemed weak will bring catastrophic consequences." Orgrim warned his friend.

Durotan nodded, his heart filled with bitterness. Was only the madness to destroy everything considered a display of courage?

What had happened to the Orcs?

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