Sylvanas, the ranger general of Silvermoon City and the guardian of the elven kingdom Quel'Thalas.
As a veteran who participated in the Second War, he made outstanding contributions in the defense of Quel'Thalas, witnessed the terrifying fighting power of the orcs, and wrote to King Terenas more than once, requesting
He got rid of the orcs in the shelter.
King Terenas replied:
"We will not massacre any intelligent race. The orcs are a peace-loving race. They have a broad mind, a great mind, and are full of love for life. They committed war crimes because they were bewitched by demons. We will
Influence the orcs with love and kindness, and protect Azeroth with us, Ranger General, and if you really want to help Lordaeron, please provide some food, preferably meat."
The Ranger General angrily tore King Terenas's reply into pieces. She was very aware of King Terenas' hidden ambitions and had a premonition that war was coming, so she must prepare for a rainy day.
"The power of the orcs will forever change the balance of power in the Eastern Kingdom. If you don't strike first, you will be destroyed. Either destroy the orcs, or find a way to cooperate with them to destroy other enemies together."
After careful consideration, especially the fact that the Silver Hand defected to the orcs, Terenas was a hopeless fool, and the guardian Medivh favored the orcs, Sylvanas decided to form an alliance with the orcs.
Sylvanas's tolerance of Thrall and her declaration of war against Prince Arthas were not out of impulse. In fact, they were both carefully considered and stemmed from considerations of the safety of her own race.
"Prince Arthas, your stupid father destroyed Lordaeron with his own hands. The Silver Hand betrayed Lordaeron. Lordaeron is full of dead people. Your resistance will be meaningless. Surrender with your hands, or I will give you a decent
way of death."
"Is it like your two loyal subordinates who were eaten alive by Thrall?" Arthas retorted mercilessly.
Sylvanas gnashed her teeth in hatred, opened her eyes slightly, loaded her bow and arrow again, and aimed at Arthas.
"Look, look, I almost missed a wonderful show?"
A bright portal appeared in the sky, and Guardian Medivh stepped out with his hair disheveled, looking at Arthas with a smile.
"Prince Alsace, you gave me a great surprise. If you continued to grow moldy in a small place like Deathstroke Town, I might have forgotten you long ago. Compared with your incompetent brothers and sisters, the power in your body is
Pure and powerful, this is what I need. Their wailing and begging for mercy still echo in my ears."
Medivh stared at Arthas, his eyes glowing greedily, like a hungry wolf staring at a little sheep.
"What did you do to my brothers and sisters?" Arthas asked angrily.
"It's just a small experiment. I extracted their power for my use, but it was a pity that it was unsuccessful. How lucky that I almost missed such a powerful power. Prince Arthas, do you know why the Guardian is invincible?"
Medivh stood proudly with a proud look on his face:
"This body of mine has gathered the essence of mankind for thousands of years. The blood of countless human geniuses flows in my body. And you, Arthas, will soon become one of them. This is your honor."
The power of evil energy and arcane magic converged in Medivh's palm, forming a purple and green mana ball. The two energies continued to compress and blend, and their power increased steadily. The space seemed overwhelmed, and black cracks appeared.
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Medivh's body was wrapped in majestic energy, standing in the air, his hair flying, as if a god descended from heaven.
Facing this unparalleled terrifying power, Sylvanas showed a look of fear, her legs couldn't help but tremble, and her bow and arrow fell to the ground without even realizing it. Thrall simply knelt on the ground to worship.
Baron Rivendell stopped in front of Arthas, his face resolute, and he was ready to protect the prince with his life.
"Come, Prince Arthas, become a part of me."
The mana ball turned into a huge magic hand and grabbed Alsace in the air.
Oops?
Robbie secretly screamed that something was wrong.
Arthas unexpectedly defeated Saurfang and attracted the guardian Medivh. Medivh actually peeked at the power in Arthas' body, which far exceeded Robbie's expectations. The development of the situation became increasingly uncontrollable.
Robbie almost called the Eternal Dragon.
Another portal lit up in the sky.
"Ahem!"
The thin figure wearing a black robe stepped out of the portal. His face hidden under the hood was frighteningly pale, and his wrinkled skin was covered with a layer of deathly gray, as if he was seriously ill. He glanced at Medivh with listless eyes.
Medivh quickly stopped casting spells, and the damage caused by the magic backlash made Medivh's face tremble.
"Kel'Thuzad, you lingering, despicable old man, you are destroying Azeroth."
"In the name of the savior, I have committed evil deeds to destroy the world. Guardian Medivh, my old bones have only a few days left to live. I am willing to sacrifice my broken body and drag you to hell with me. No matter how the world comments on my merits
However, there must be justice in the world of the dead, and I will be respected by thousands of dead souls, but you will completely sink into the sea of misery. There is no place for you in the world of the dead, Medivh."
"Who would perish with an old thing like you? I, Medivh, will live forever. I will live in this world forever and watch Azeroth be swallowed up by raging flames."
Medivh cast a spell quickly, and dozens of magical rays of light flashed through.
This is the group teleportation technique that the Guardian is best at.
Thrall, Sylvanas and their subordinates, as well as King Saurfang, who was seriously injured and dying, all disappeared. Kel'Thuzad successfully scared Medivh away, and Robbie was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"My Prince."
Kel'Thuzad stretched out his right hand as skinny as a chicken's claw towards Arthas, his face filled with tears:
"I finally see your growth. Lordaeron can be saved. The people of Lordaeron have hope. My hard work has not been in vain. Lordaeron is a sad place and needs love more than any other country."
"Are you the black-robed archmage who defeated Medivh?" Prince Arthas looked surprised. Arthas, who had lived in Dalaran for a while, had heard of Kel'Thuzad's name:
"Dear Lord Kel'Thuzad, Lordaeron needs your protection."
Kel'Thuzad shook his head and said with a smile:
"Your Highness, my life is coming to an end, and you are the one who will succeed me. Under your leadership, Lordaeron will definitely usher in salvation. When the full moon night comes, I will wait in Andorhal.
With you."
Kel'Thuzad looked deeply at Arthas, then took a closer look at Robbie, then turned and walked into the portal.
.......
In the black mist wilderness, in front of an ancient altar.
Thrall fell to the ground and got up quickly, grabbing the dying orc beside him.
"Saurfang, you damn coward, you have disappointed me so much. I will peel off your skin with my own hands and make your head into a chamber pot." (To be continued)