Karazhan pitch black in the dead of night, without a single light in sight.
Although magical lamps were still lit inside Karazhan, the distortion of spacetime and the obstruction of magical barriers prevented any light from reaching the outside world.
It was as if even the stars and moonlight refused to visit this place shrouded in evil magical energy; it was a truly dark land.
No one could have imagined that at this crucial moment, Karazhan would receive an unexpected guest.
This is a woman who hides her graceful body in a large hooded cloak, with only her white hair clearly visible.
She came from nowhere and had no idea how she got there; she simply arrived here, bypassing the magical surveillance of the two Archmage of Dalaran, and silently walked to the gates of Karazhan.
Looking at the dilapidated wooden door and rusty lock, she muttered something under her breath, then took out a finely crafted hammer from somewhere and struck it hard. With a bang, the lock shattered.
This door lock, protected by powerful magic, was actually smashed by a hammer? How is that possible?
However, for her, nothing is impossible.
She pushed the door open and closed it behind her, as if she were entering her own home. The powerful magical barrier didn't react at all!
"What a mess this is! Well, thankfully the magic core wasn't touched, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to get in..." she muttered to herself, then lifted her skirt and climbed the steps with light steps, as if she hadn't lived for over eight hundred years, but was a girl under twenty.
Newly appeared ghosts attempted to attack her, but vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
During this process, she didn't even raise her hand or take out her staff.
She passed through the servants' quarters, stables, banquet hall, and reception room without any hindrance.
He paused briefly at the opera house, looked at the lavishly decorated stage, shook his head slightly, and complained again:
"He really knows how to enjoy life! Why did I have to give birth to such a son? So annoying!"
The stage manager, Barnes, didn't cast her as an actress; instead, she bowed her head and acted like an obedient servant.
She continued walking, passing through a long series of broken steps, until she arrived at the exhibition hall.
Looking at the ruined the Curator, she shook her head, thinking that her unfilial son still loved carving. But what was the point of these broken constructs? They were no match for powerful magic.
"You spend your free time listening to music and watching operas, and your busy schedule sculpting structures. You never study properly, no wonder you can't even compete with a remnant soul... You're such a waste! How did I give birth to such a useless son?"
She continued walking uphill and soon arrived at the library.
Looking at the books scattered all over the floor, she frowned, wondering what kind of scoundrel had ruined all the good things she had painstakingly collected.
Do you know how much effort I put into getting all these books?
Suramar, Dire Maul, Silvermoon City, Dalaran, and countless private libraries—which of these haven't the elderly frequented? They were almost discovered by that old codger Sun King!
Although he wasn't afraid of her, and although she could kill him with a single finger, it wasn't exactly something to be proud of.
What? Stealing?
You're overthinking it. I just used magic to copy them directly. Not a single book from those libraries is missing!
I've worked so hard, even if you want to watch it, you should at least treat it with respect, right?
With a sigh, magical power surged forth.
She didn't stop and continued walking forward, but the collapsed bookshelves quietly stood up again, and the scattered books floated back to their original positions.
Wherever she went, the place returned to its original state and became perfectly clean.
But those missing books will never come back.
Karazhan too big, and she can't walk very fast.
Finally, in a secluded library—a library that Jiang Jie and her companions had never discovered before—she stopped.
" The Shade of Medivh? No, it should be the Shade of Sargeras! You think you can hide here and I won't find you? You glanced at this place seven hundred years ago..."
"I took a look too. You think you can leave yourself a way to kill them? I'll destroy yours today! Hmm, they should be able to hold out for a while, right? I'll take you down first!"...
"What should we do? Launch a full-scale attack?"
Looking at the tens of thousands of Orcs elites in the base camp, and Shaman Orcs everywhere, Med'an was troubled.
Not to mention the hundreds of Orcs Shaman, the tens of thousands of Orcs Warrior alone are not easy to deal with!
Orcs are much stronger than humans; they're not even in the same league.
A human Warrior with an average height of about 1.7 meters and a weight of 70 to 80 kilograms is basically like a sheep encountering a wolf when facing an orc with an average height of about the same but who is always hunched over and has a head down, and Orcs is at least 2 meters tall and weighs at least 150 kilograms when he stands up straight!
Imagine sending a 1.8-meter-tall basketball player from an ordinary high school to head-on collide with Shaquille O'Neal. The outcome is obvious.
A car collided with a tank; a bus crashed into a truck!
It's important to know that these Orcs have basically drunk Mannoroth's blood, gaining a "demonic power" buff, making them incredibly powerful in combat.
Under normal circumstances, three to five well-trained humans, even fully armed, might not be able to defeat a single Orcs Warrior. After all, Orcs are tall and powerful, and are a true warrior race. They spend their days in fire and blood, undergoing the most brutal training from childhood. The intensity of their training is even higher than that of Sparta warriors, and their infant survival rate is shockingly low. Any Orcs who grows up safely is a qualified Warrior!
Three hundred Sparta Warrior were already formidable, but now, attacking Stormwind City, there are hundreds of thousands of Orcs, and the ten thousand Orcs at the Orcs stronghold are the elite of the Orcs.
Orcs are all soldiers. The environment of Draenor, combined with the natural affinity between Orcs and elements, makes these creatures far more resistant to magic than humans, second only to Dwarves.
Basically, you can think of them as enlarged versions of Dwarves, with incredible fighting and defensive capabilities!
Basically, every Orcs can be considered a veteran of countless battles, while the elite Orcs are generally considered to be at least apprentice or trainee level professionals. New recruits of the Order of the Silver Hand, trained for two or three years, would probably be no match for these Orcs in a one-on-one situation.
A powerful mage can indeed wipe out thousands of human Warrior with a single spell, but a spell of the same strength probably wouldn't even be able to kill half the number of Orcs. A spell of weaker strength might not even be able to inflict fatal damage on Orcs. Once Orcs gets close, the human mage will face a life-or-death situation.
Jiang Jie, Meryl, Anveena, Med'an.
Four individuals, no longer at their former strength, intend to storm into the Orcs stronghold of tens of thousands and accomplish the feat of Execute Orgrim?
That's really too difficult.
If they still have their original strength, then they could try guerrilla warfare or blitzkrieg to slowly wear down the Orcs ' manpower and eventually accomplish the feat of Orcs away at the orc army.
For now, let's just forget about it.
"I have a feeling something's wrong... Medivh, don't mess with me!"