Varok Saurfang is the absolute model of Orcs Warrior. Even though he drank the demon blood, he is still loyal and brave. Moreover, Black Wolf God's interference in this timeline is extremely serious. Enhanced Green Skins's ability to suppress the demon blood rage, so after the fortress fell to Black Morass, Varok was immediately appointed as Eitrigg's adjutant.
Considering that Orgrim is currently seriously injured and comatose, and Eitrigg has the image of a "regent" who oversees all military affairs of War Horde, Varok can be regarded as reaching the sky in one step.
But he couldn't be happy because his brother "Blood Axe" Brox failed to arrive at Azeroth.
Some Orcs Warrior said that they saw with their own eyes that the powerful Brox and Vigilant were defeated by Execute in a duel., but some people say that Brox just fell down and did not die, but even if he did not die, it is not a good thing to be stranded in the current Draenor as Green Skins.
Varok is pessimistic and thinks that he may never see his brother again.
However, Medivh was not in the mood to comfort a lost good Warrior. When he finished speaking, the magic power from the guardian gave Varok a "harmless blow", making him comatose and allowing another spirit to temporarily borrow his body to appear here.
At this moment, Saurfang's eyes seemed to turn into Wolf Eyes.
"Why so cautious?"
Medivh asked:
"Visiting my home as a guest, but not even willing to show up? Lycantos, Green Skins's god of death."
"Haha, you are joking."
Lycantos spoke human words and answered with Thalassian:
"I'm just not sure who is standing in front of me now, Death? That's just a mortal's imagination! For the truly great power, I am just something that can be easily erased. Medivh, are you sure that the "big man" in your soul will be quiet now?"
"He is busy. He is always busy and doesn't have much time to pay attention to me, an insignificant pawn."
Astral Mage said in a gentle tone:
"The reason why the previous transmission at Draenor alarmed him was because he sensed the aura of an "acquaintance", and at that moment, I almost lost control.
Lycantos, I am the powerful Astral Mage, traveling through the sea of stars and traveling across all realms. Destruction and salvation are easy for me, but as you said, I can't even stay awake in the face of real great power.
I can't even confirm if the idea of bringing Orcs into Azeroth to shape unity was mine, or if He was playing with my mind.
Like a pet.
Well, I didn't invite you to show up to say these depressing words. I just want to confirm that you want to use your hunting group to have a confrontation with "Rebellious Moon" Goldrinn at the Eastern Continent, but will Goldrinn really accept the challenge?"
"It's already here! Rebellious Moon will not miss any war, especially this war between itself and itself. It will not allow itself to bow to anyone, not even another self!"
Black Wolf God said:
"You don't have to worry about your plan. My hunting group will complete this conquest and leave the necessary time for your people to understand unity under pressure. I know that you want to imitate Diakum's actions in shaping K'ure Alliance and complete the second formation of Anti-Demon Crusade in Azeroth.
Please rest assured that this plan does not conflict with my hunting pack.
Even my hunting pack needs to wait here to hibernate and sharpen its claws. They must end the source of corruption here with their own hands. Only then can I allow them to step into the star sea and lead my wolf pack to hunt the stars.
Grom Hellscream has his mission, please help me wake him up
He didn't want to wake up between life and death.
Perhaps the tragic failure to face the scorching heat broke this supreme sharp blade, but I still have time to rebuild it."
"It's not difficult."
Medivh waved his hand, and the coffin lid flew up, revealing Grom Hellscream who had recovered his appearance but was still unconscious, and the broken battle ax placed in his hand.
Astral Mage touched the forged remains of Gorehowl, and he said:
"It's not difficult to reshape this weapon, but I don't think it should be up to me. A Warrior's weapon should be forged by his own hands. Azeroth has so many treasures from heaven and earth to sharpen his blade.
However, I am very curious, Lycantos, your transition from Greater Demon to Death was so smooth. The transition between Fel Force and Death Force was not even a bit awkward. You must have been preparing for this plan for a long time, and you knew what you would encounter even before you entered Draenor.
You used Hand of Diakum to purify the part of you that is a demon, and in the blink of an eye, you were led to the Other Side by the forces of death that had been waiting for you, and even the arrival of Loa God was done in one step.
If you say it was an accident, you are insulting my mind.
Tell me, who are the "spies" in Lycantos and Burning Legion?"
He looked back at Black Wolf God and said:
"Death Force's tentacles have already penetrated deep into the Burning Legion of Fel. I'm sure that your "accidents" have happened many times during the expeditions in the past 20,000 years. Burning Legion destroyed the world in the star sea and created countless killings and deaths, and those souls were captured by Shadowlands!
It seems that Fel Force is full of Material World, but the one who benefits the most is the low-key Death Force. Destruction makes death stronger.
What are you doing? What do you want to do?"
"This. I can't answer this. If you are regarded as a pet by Lord Sargeras, in the eyes of real power, I am just a lame wild dog."
Black Wolf God lamented:
"In the era of Force Conflict, you and I are just consumables, fighting against fate? Haha, only fanatics like Diakum whose brains were burned out by Holy Light believe this. You and I are both the playthings of fate, and even Dark Titan can only drift with the tide in such a tide.
Stop asking.
The more you know, the less happy you are.
But I can tell you clearly that the supreme battlefield of Force Conflict is in the world at your feet! The choice of Supreme Star Soul will directly determine the outcome of Force War.
You have a guest, Astral Mage.
It seems that you are about to embark on the path that destiny has weaved for you. I wish you a safe journey. I will fulfill your vow with Orcs. The unity you dream of will eventually be shaped after this war, even if no one will thank you."
"That's enough."
Medivh selected several bottles of precious potions and mixed them to make a "Soul-Guiding Wine" for Grom Hellscream. He waved his hand and said:
"Go and do what you should do. You don't have to worry about my outcome. Oh, by the way, that "sir" has collected many magic weapons and weapons in his spare time over the years, hiding them in the shadow of this tower.
There is no use in leaving them. The enemy I face is not an opponent that weapons can defeat.
Take them away.
Just treat it as the auditorium ticket price I paid for this "Wolfheart War".
I hope you get what you want, Black Wolf God, and I hope those who are not recognized can finally stand proudly in the sea of stars."
No one responded to Astral Mage's blessings. Varok Saurfang behind him was already lying on the ground and fell asleep.
It's good that Warrior has been working almost non-stop since he fell to Azeroth, helping Eitrigg deal with various matters. He also escorted Orgrim and Grom to Karazhan for treatment. Even with Iron Will, he was also approaching the extreme under the pressure of complicated events.
Medivh's sleeping technique can allow him to have a good rest and regain his energy for fighting.
And Astral Mage quickly and skillfully prepared the medicine that could sober up the soul. Of course there is a reason for such skillful preparation, because he often uses this stuff as an ingredient in "cocktails".
When there is a guy hiding inside you who may be "top" at any time, it is very important to try to keep yourself awake at all times.
"Drink, Grom Hellscream, drink, this is your destiny"
Medivh dropped the medicine on Grom's lips.
He was puzzled to find that the drug did not work, and then realized that Grom's inability to revive was probably not due to external causes.
"Are you unwilling to wake up? Are you unwilling to face your own failure? Or are you tired of fighting?"
Astral Mage showed a curious expression. He put his hand on Grom's forehead and used a secret method to temporarily connect his spirit with Grom's self-enclosed spirit, trying to enter Grom's inner world in this way.
He is not Priest who is good at spiritual healing or guidance, but Arcane Path has his own magic.
"Get out of my spirit!"
When Medivh's feet stepped on the endless Nagrand Plains, a deep voice sounded in his ears, and then the flying Gorehowl roared and cut into the soil under his feet.
Astral Mage raised his head and saw Grom Hellscream sitting alone on a stone in front of him.
This Warrior has never had such a quiet and "weak" moment when he was awake. Medivh raised his feet and appeared next to Orcs Warrior in the next second as if "shrunk into an inch".
Even in the other party's spiritual world, he is not afraid of Grom Hellscream's anger.
Looking in the direction where Grom was sitting, Medivh saw a low tree. Under the tree, there was a long-haired woman Orcs wearing a battle armor who was teaching a Orcs child who was seventy-nine similar to Grom to use a tomahawk.
"You are so pathetic."
Astral Mage said:
"Number yourself with imaginary images. When your wife died, your son was just born. There was no way she would have the chance to teach Garrosh·Hellscream how to use an axe. Why bother pretending?"
Medivh stretched out his finger and swiped lightly, and the scene in front of him instantly turned into a sea of fire, burning away the poor disguise, allowing the memories that really trapped Grom Hellscream to be revealed.
Seat of Glory, that damn crucible, Gul'dan is scooping out a cup of demon blood and handing it to Grom Hellscream.
In this scene, Garrosh, his mother, and Warsong Clan's clan members were hung with ropes from a tree not far away. They screamed Chieftain's name sadly, praying for their powerful father, husband and leader to save them, but Grom remained unmoved.
He took the cup of demon blood and drank it in one gulp amid the wild laughter of Gul'dan, Blackhand and the other Chieftains. Then the green flames exploded and burned everyone in the picture instantly.
The burning ashes fell, and in the end only Grom Hellscream survived.
He was panting, stepping on the top of the mountain piled with countless skulls like an evil ghost. In the dark sky in front of him, a vague figure arrogantly asked Grom to kneel down!
Warsong Chieftain should have given that arrogant thing a blow.
But under Medivh's calm gaze, Grom Hellscream, who was like an evil ghost, knelt down so submissively.
Like a mindless servant.
"The mistakes you caused by your own hands piled up despair, and despair ultimately brought weakness."
Astral Mage shook his head and said:
"Diakum made you see this with your own eyes, you are scared! Grom Hellscream."
"I'm scared"
Grom, who was sitting on the edge of the hill, said expressionlessly:
"I have already made a mistake once, and I only have one life left to correct it. I am not afraid of death. I just don't know if it is enough to pay all this life. The most important thing is, can I still get the chance to correct it?"
"You know Diakum is a prophet."
Medivh put his hand on Grom's shoulder and said:
"On the day you fell, I persuaded him to get rid of you. I have a way to unlock Black Wolf God's lock on your life. As long as he nodded, you would be dead. But he didn't do that. When he walked into the light and there was only a burning outline left, he didn't do that!
I am sure that he refused at that time based on Holy Light's just condemnation of "eliminate all evil".
He spared your life. The prophet can always see the future. He thinks that your life is more important than your death. Think about Diakum's attitude towards other Green Skins Chieftain, and then look at his mercy on you, Grom.
You will get the chance to make everything right.
As the initiator, you will eventually end everything you caused.
Now, put down your hesitation and have a good rest. Soon, when you wake up, you will have no time to rest. Do what you should do!
I will be very busy today and won't have much time to enlighten you.
Leave before they come."
"Stop!"
A low voice sounded from a luxurious carriage, and the servant driving the carriage immediately tightened the reins, like a well-behaved puppet.
"Turn back."
After a while, another order was issued.
The carriage approaching Deadwind Pass made a circle on the mountain road, and then the sound of horse hooves sounded again. Judging from the end of the road, the destination of this carriage should be Karazhan, but turning back midway is really confusing.
In the carriage, a black-haired lady wearing a lady's hat, covering her face with gauze, and wearing Northern Borderlands, the most popular dress at the moment, said doubtfully:
"Father, haven't you always wanted to visit the legendary "Astral Mage" Medivh? It's so rare to come to Southern Borderlands, wouldn't it be a pity not to pay a visit on the way?"
"It's quite a pity."
A middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes sitting on the sofa opposite the carriage was flipping through the grimoire in his hand without raising his head. He said casually:
"But to go to Karazhan under the escort of two demigods Lich, a demigod mage and a suspected demigod Warrior, the risk is still too great. Even for me, it is very difficult to deal with them under normal circumstances, not to mention that Medivh is also a formidable and even formidable opponent.
Something big will happen there today!
After all, our identities are not visible to the public. My daughter, it's better not to join in the fun.
Since you were attracted by the strange teleportation at Black Morass, why not do some business, finish it early and go home early, there are still several kings at Northern Borderlands waiting for me to serve them."
"If those distinguished "Majesties" know your true identity"
The aristocratic lady with long straight black hair covered her mouth and said with a smile:
"I'm afraid they'll be frightened out of their dreams."
"What special identity do I have? I am just an ordinary patriarch of a small family. I am chased around the world by my brothers and sisters, and I even have to pretend and keep a low profile all year round.
The slightest carelessness will arouse the anger of my fellow tribesmen, who will use the most dangerous treasure in the world to try to kill me. Only by crushing me to ashes can they vent their hatred."
The black-haired middle-aged man said casually:
"On the contrary, my careless sons and daughters always take pleasure in causing trouble. They seem to be still immersed in the majesty of the past and have forgotten their true responsibilities."
The daughter opposite lowered her head.
She knew this was her father "pointing" at her.
She didn't dare to refute now. She was almost frightened to death, so she could only change the subject and said:
"But father, do you really want to marry a despicable human woman?
Even if she is a princess, you know that since the gossip spread, the clan members have been talking a lot, and some people have said that you are too immersed in this "role-playing game".
The most important thing is that my mother is still here, and she shoulders very important responsibilities.
If she hears these crazy words"
"If you don't say anything, your brother doesn't say anything, and the others don't say anything, how could my well-behaved and sensible Sinestra know these things that she shouldn't know?"
The middle-aged man frowned and closed the incomplete <Book of Medivh> in his hand.
He stared at the girl opposite and said:
"Or are you suggesting to me that some tribesmen intend to challenge my order? Are they questioning my decision?"
"We don't dare, just"
"Then do your own thing, daughter! For a group of shady "fugitives", it's hard to find a better hiding place in this ungentle world than human society.
The web you and I have woven is enough to create a safe nest for us in the shadows.
Only when Hour of Twilight comes, we will be free.
Look forward to it.
Looking forward to Hour of Twilight.
By the way, I'm looking forward to what will happen in the tower tonight, and may Holy Light. bless those who are about to face each other with swords."