Medivh was aggressive and regarded the dwarves as useless.
How could Emera endure it? She tried her best not to anger Medivh and whispered:
"We dwarves have superb forging technology, which is very helpful to the orcs' cause of unifying Azeroth."
There was a sarcastic look on Medivh's lips: "Your technology is at least millions of years behind the Burning Legion. I don't want to change what I decided. After the dwarves took refuge with the orcs, their status was even lower than that of the tauren. The delicacy of the tauren is indescribable."
replace."
"What, we are not as good as the tauren." Amora was furious and secretly muttered her father's name in her heart.
Not long after, a voice sounded in Emerald’s ears:
"Promise him."
Emerald was stunned and didn't understand why she agreed to Medivh's unreasonable request.
The powerful power of Holy Light burst out from Medivh's body.
A flaming cloud of holy light enveloped Ironforge, as if the end was coming.
The dwarves looked at the strange phenomena in the sky and were panic-stricken. Many dwarves simply got themselves drunk.
"Kneel down to die, or stand up and live." Medivh asked arrogantly: "I will only give you ten breaths. If you don't agree, Ironforge will be burned to the ground by the Holy Light."
Without thinking, Emera knelt down on the ground and paid homage to Medivh.
Medivh laughed loudly: "Give you half a day, all the dwarves will move out of Ironforge, and this place will become a paradise for the orcs, for the sake of Azeroth."
Emerald shivered, lowered her eyebrows and said, "I will obey the decree of the Savior."
Suddenly, Ironforge's furnace rolled violently, the flames were uncontrollable, and powerful fire elemental power surged out from the center of the earth.
"Medivh the Eternal Flesh, do you really think that there is no one in Ironforge? Get out, you are only worthy of being food for the orcs." An explosive roar sounded,
Medivh said with a gloomy face: "Dwarves are just incompetent trash, who are they?"
In the furnace, an arm made of flames stretched out, with fingers thicker than the dwarf's waist, facing Medivh from a distance.
At this moment, Medivh is in the throne room, and his fingers are some distance away from Medivh.
Medivh felt that the magic power in his body was out of control. The magic power and the holy light were ignited together, and his whole body was like a burning torch.
The opponent used his supreme magic power to ignite the energy in Medivh's body.
Medivh was so frightened that he tried to use magic to escape, but he couldn't summon any magic.
Imora saw that something was wrong with Medivh's situation, quickly stood up, and hid in a corner to watch coldly.
Medivh held his head tightly and groaned in pain. He was in so much pain that he slammed his head against the wall.
Above the furnace of Ironforge, the breath of fire condensed into a transparent shadow, which was a dwarf with a long beard. His hair and beard were filled with burning flames.
"Medivh, how does it feel to burn mana? Ironforge is your burial place."
Medivh knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed vigorously:
"Spare me, don't kill me, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, the dwarf is not a waste, I am a waste."
Falstad Wildhammer looked at the shadow above the furnace, screamed and ran over, kneeling on the ground:
"The great mountain king Modimus Anvilmar, is that you?"
"It's me!" Anvilmar's hair and beard were spread out, not angry but proud:
"You unfilial descendants, I created a great dwarf kingdom, but unfortunately it was destroyed in your hands. Are you worthy of all my hard work? I am really angry to death."
More than a hundred years ago, Modimus Anvilmar united the dwarves of Khaz Modan and created the greatest kingdom in the history of the dwarves.
Unfortunately, after his death, the dwarf kingdom fell apart and fell apart.
In the end, a situation was formed where the Bronzebeard dwarves, the Dark Iron dwarves, and the Wildhammer dwarves stood side by side.
Falstad Wildhammer burst into tears: "Ancestor, we miss you all the time and hope you can lead us to rise again."
Anvilmar shook his head: "My soul has been merged with the furnace of Ironforge and became the soul of the furnace. I will always guard Ironforge. The mortal world does not belong to me."
Medivh, who was kneeling on the ground, screamed miserably and was about to die. Suddenly, an orb floated above his head and a stream of clear water fell.
The flames on Medivh's body went out, and he hurriedly gathered his few mana, opened the portal, and escaped.
"This is a Titan relic, Magni Bronzebeard, you actually betrayed Ironforge."
Anvilmar's furious roar was like rolling thunder, and all the dwarves in Ironforge heard it:
"I, the King of the Mountains, Anvilmar, hereby declare that Magni Bronzebeard is a traitor to the dwarves. You will not be allowed to enter Ironforge from now on. All dwarves have the responsibility to kill him."
Amora looked pale after hearing this and was sweating profusely. Once she lost her father's protection, it would be difficult for her to secure her position.
Muradin Bronzebeard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled to stand up, and knelt in front of Anvilmar's shadow, his eyes rolling around.
Anvilmar raised his fist and shattered the cloud of holy light in the sky. The shadow gradually dissipated and the flame arm returned to the furnace.
Muradin Bronzebeard stood up and looked at Emera, who was shivering in the corner:
"Your father is still alive, why didn't you tell us?"
The Burning Legion has a secret base in Azeroth.
Medivh rushed out of the portal. He didn't have time to say hello and plunged into the green pool of evil energy.
The evil energy repaired Medivh's damaged body, and most of the spell-stealing dragon in his body was damaged.
Fortunately, Medivh has a backup, so his strength will not be affected.
The leader of the base is a Dreadlord, a classmate of Medivh.
After crawling out of the pool of fel energy, the Dreadlord offered Medivh a drink.
Medivh looked gloomy and said nothing.
After suffering setbacks in Stormwind City and Ironforge one after another, and almost losing his life, one can imagine his mood.
The Dread Lord smiled and asked: "Medivh, I heard that you have defected to the Legion of Light?"
Medivh raised his head and glanced at him: "Yes, this is my freedom."
The Dread Lord smiled lightly and said, "You know, Lord Kil'jaeden got the news immediately and he was very unhappy."
Medivh was startled and asked worriedly: "What did Lord Kil'jaeden say?"
The Dread Lord leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice: "Lord Kil'jaeden ordered me to find an opportunity to kill you."
Medivh stepped back in horror, and the Dread Lord smiled and waved his hand:
"Don't worry, if I wanted to kill you, you would have died long ago. Old classmate, our relationship has always been good. How about we talk about a deal?"
Silithus.
Although this is a desert, the environment is much better than Tanaris, which is full of yellow sand, and Durotar, which was destroyed by orcs.
But Medivh didn't like this land very much.
The lush Kingdom of Stormwind or the snowy Ironforge, that is the land Medivh loves.
Unfortunately, Medivh was weak and failed to seize the alliance's land. He could only follow Naruk Heili's arrangements and help Thrall rise in Silithus.
Contemplating the strange deal with his old classmate, Medivh teleported to Silithus.
As soon as he set foot on this land, Medivh heard a voice calling his name repeatedly.
Following the sound, I found the source of the sound in the sand dunes in the middle of Silithus.
"Medivine, you have harmed me and even harmed my daughter."