Azeroth had quite a few Old Gods, though their reputations were poor, and they were branded as evil. There were even more demigods. Back then, demigods were a dime a dozen, and Hero Rank figures were everywhere. The two furbolg brothers, Ursol and his brother, were both demigods, and the quilboar had a demigod of their own.
The ancient age had been dazzlingly glorious, but the Burning Legion's invasion changed everything. They swept across the world like locusts, and countless mighty beings fell. Some demigods died, while others sank into slumber. In the end, although a few demigods still remained in Azeroth, they had become a rare sight.
The name Medivh represented a legend. He was one of the few demigods in human history, and his magic notes and research journals in particular were treasures that made countless mages' hearts race. After Karazhan fell, Dalaran immediately dispatched mages to haul away every last one of Medivh's treasured spellbooks and magic notes. Like a swarm of locusts, they left nothing behind.
Many of Dalaran's brilliant magical research projects today had originated in materials obtained from Karazhan. Medivh's reputation as a traitor to humanity had since spread far and wide, but no one could overlook his magical achievements. That was why Rex's heart stirred the moment he heard Medivh's name. Spellcasters were Gilneas's weakness. Rex wanted to establish an academy and attract large numbers of outstanding mages to teach there, but what could he rely on? Gilneas's prestige?
No, that certainly would not work. Mages did not care about that sort of thing; what mattered to them was magical research. If Rex had Medivh's magic notes, merely spreading the news would be enough to attract a great many mages. Even Dalaran could not remain indifferent. Looking at the gnoll before him, Rex