Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard's eyes lit up at the same time, while the envoy was thoughtful.
"How much treasure do you have?" Medivh restrained his inner greed and asked calmly.
Velen lamented: "To be honest, in the past 25,000 years, I can't even remember how much wealth I have accumulated. I have built treasure troves on many planets, and I don't know if they are still there or not.
Without good planning, it would be very difficult for you to find one. A spaceship like Storm Fortress would have to fly for at least several thousand years.
"My last fortune was left in the Outlands, in Washugu in Nagrand. Although it is not much, it is enough to buy the entire Azeroth. It is the last legacy left by a technological civilization."
"So many." Magni Bronzebeard couldn't help but marvel.
Velen said with a serious expression: "Three of them are great heroes of Azeroth, great heroes, and worthy of trust. I hope that after my death I can use this wealth to benefit the people of Azeroth. I, Velen, will do both good and bad things in my life."
If you have done it, it doesn’t mean you have a clear conscience. If you can leave a trace of thoughts for the people, your life has not been in vain.”
Medivh held his head high and said: "I am the guardian of Azeroth. There will be no problem in leaving this wealth to me. I will benefit the people of Azeroth."
Magni Bronzebeard sensed something was wrong and secretly argued with Medivh: "I am the spokesperson of Azeroth, and no one is more suitable than me to distribute this wealth."
Medivh turned his head and glared at Magni Bronzebeard: "I have a habit. I must do what I say. Anyone who stops me will definitely die."
Magni Bronzebeard chuckled: "What a coincidence, I also have this habit, what should I do?"
"You no longer have any Titan relics." Medivh threatened.
"Yes, all the Titan relics were given to the night elves." Magni Bronzebeard said mysteriously: "But I have many friends, powerful Titan guardians, do you want to meet them."
The two of them were at war with each other and were about to take action. The envoy snorted coldly:
"Don't argue anymore. You didn't even know you were being fooled. You two idiots were blinded by greed."
After saying that, the envoy took a serious look at Velen:
"You're very good, but you're too young to use these little tricks in front of me. We'll make a decision after we discuss it, Viren."
The angel took Medivh and Magni Bronzebeard to a secluded corner outside the house.
"Are you two idiots? Can't you see that Velen is sowing discord? One is the guardian of Azeroth, and the other is the spokesperson of Azeroth. You have been fooled by such a simple trick. I am so disappointed.
Already."
Medivh woke up a little and scratched his head in embarrassment: "I didn't think carefully about this matter. Before I saw Velen's treasure, we had a conflict first."
Magni Bronzebeard ignored that and muttered: "I think how to distribute the wealth should be agreed in advance to prevent everyone from becoming greedy and scheming against each other after seeing the wealth."
Medivh looked unhappy and asked: "Magni Bronzebeard, what do you want?"
"Since everyone has contributed, I suggest dividing it into three, which is fair and reasonable." Magni Bronzebeard gave the plan.
Medivh disagreed: "I lost seven treasure houses and a dozen extremely precious artifacts, which are worth far more than your twenty-one Titan relics. I should get more."
Magni Bronzebeard raised his head and clenched his fists stubbornly:
"Who knows what's in your treasury? You can just say whatever you want? Besides, if you have suffered a big loss, should you gain a lot? How can this be true in Azeroth? I don't agree."
The divine envoy frowned and said, "You haven't listened to what I said? Are you arguing here again and making Velen laugh? You can buy the treasures of Azeroth, but you can't spend them all.
Why fight to the death over numbers?"
Medivh felt justified and remained silent, while Magni Bronzebeard was still unwilling:
"Angel, you have an idea."
The angel said calmly: "No matter what I say, I can't satisfy you. Azeroth respects the moon god Elune. Unless you leave Azeroth, you must obey the will of the moon god. Moon
God is always fair and just, and the wealth in the world is meaningless in her eyes. I pray to the moon god Elune to distribute this wealth. Do you have any opinions?"
Medivh knew that being an enemy of Luna would not end well, so his expression softened:
"It is naturally best to be distributed by the moon god."
Magni Bronzebeard's face was gloomy. Although he did not dare to object in person, his expression was very unhappy.
The envoy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said sinisterly:
"This Velen is quite cunning. He has come up with a way to retreat in order to advance. Unfortunately, he is too smart. We might as well grant his wish and let him die. Moreover, his death will be known to everyone, and he will not be able to regret it even if he wants to."
Magni Bronzebeard cursed: "Velen is very hateful. God, what can you do?"
The envoy remained silent and turned to look at Medivh.
Medivh rolled his eyes and smiled slightly:
"It's very simple. Just use Thrall's method to summon media personnel and announce the matter in Orgrimmar. If Velen goes back on his word, he will be criticized by thousands of people."
"Okay, let's do it like this." The messenger thought for a moment:
"Medivh, it's not appropriate for me to show up in front of others. Magni. Bronzebeard turned into diamond. It's hard to explain. Why don't you announce this to everyone?"
"Okay." Medivh nodded in agreement.
Orgrimmar is in a troubled time.
The tauren besieged the city, and Eitrigg, the first warchief, was so anxious that his hair turned white.
When Medivh and Velen came to Orgrimmar, Eitrigg seemed to have seen a savior. He prayed for Medivh's help with tears and snot in his nose.
Medivh said he wanted to hold a media conference, and Eitrigg readily cooperated.
The day arrived, and countless media personnel gathered in Orgrimmar.
A high platform was built in the Valley of Power, and Medivh slowly landed on the high platform, preparing to give a speech.
A goblin asked sharply: "Guardian Medivh, what do you think of the tauren siege of Orgrimmar?"
This was not planned.
Medivh's heart sank, and he secretly thought that important things should be the priority, so he held back his anger and replied loudly:
"The tauren besieged Orgrimmar. This is a challenge to the tribe, which is equivalent to the destruction of Azeroth. Considering that the tauren are contaminated by alien energy, we decided to take a purification method. Today's protagonist, Prophet Velen.
"
Prophet Velen came out from behind with a smile on his face and raised his right hand to greet everyone.
Strangely, the media personnel turned a blind eye to Velen and continued to pester Medivh with questions.
One of the pandas used Qi and spoke in a loud voice:
"Great Guardian, you are willing to sacrifice for Azeroth. What are your considerations? Have you ever struggled in your heart?"
Medivh was stunned, suppressed his inner anxiety, and said kindly:
"You have misunderstood. It was the prophet Velen who bravely sacrificed himself to purify the Mulgore tauren."
The media personnel below immediately started talking, and a kobold shouted:
"You are the guardian of Azeroth. The news I received is that you are willing to sacrifice for Azeroth. Is there any misunderstanding in this?"
A troll took the lead in questioning: "Great guardian, Prophet Velen is a Draenei and a guest of Azeroth. It is your duty to protect Azeroth."
"Yes, there is no reason for Velen to sacrifice when it comes to Azeroth." Someone said below.
"Isn't the guardian timid?" Someone started to stir up trouble.
"Are the guardians cowards?" There are really people who are not afraid of big things.