Anduin smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Seventeen ways to defeat the Draenei." Med'an, why don't you brag that you can die? He knew this boyhood friend too well.
Many years ago, the human prince Anduin and the future guardian Med'an, two teenagers, got together in the smelly Dustwallow Swamp due to some kind of chance and had a pure friendship.
Their first crushes were Aunt Jaina. When the sailors heard that Jaina and Arthas had a night together, they both felt sad together. They were so sad that they couldn't sleep at night, feeling lost and empty.
Faced with the ferocious and cruel Thrall, the two of them agreed that he was a disgusting beast and not worthy of the goddess Aunt Jaina in their hearts. When they grow up, they will definitely defeat Thrall and put the goddess to death in water and fire.
The ignorant boy had a good time. As he grew older and his mind matured, he realized that defeating Thrall was just a dream. As the savior Thrall became famous and became more powerful, the beautiful ideals could only compromise with the cruel reality.
Jaina gave Anduin a hearthstone that could lead directly to the goddess's bedroom, which aroused Med'an's jealousy. This was the beginning of the breakdown of their friendship.
When the two of them grew up, they realized the filth beneath the surface. The goddess in their hearts was actually an out-and-out betrayer, a coward, and a shameless bitch who gave her father's fleet to the orcs to eat.
After Theramore was destroyed, Jaina was torn into pieces and eaten by the Thralls. Both of them secretly grieved for a while, not because they were pretending to be a goddess, but because they missed the broken dream.
Med'an once went to see the fake Jaina and wanted to clear the name of his childhood goddess.
As a result, he was beaten to pieces and was no match for him. This was one of Med'an's psychological traumas.
Childhood friendships will fade away due to the passage of time. Now that Anduin and Med'an have grown up, they have truly realized that friendship is just a false lie, and have learned to value interests just like adults.
It's a pity that Med'an's temperament has not changed.
If you want to destroy the sunken ship, you only need a simple dissociation spell. The sunken ship will become a pile of useless rotten wood. Med'an does not need to take action. Several low-level mages brought by Anduin can do it.
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If they have to boast of seventeen methods, the Iron Horde must choose the most powerful spell. Powerful magic means it is easier to lose control. Med'an is a failed savior template, and there are inherent problems with controlling magic.
As Anduin expected, the leader, Commander Volka, heard the seventeen methods and said with round eyes:
"We, the Iron Tribe, don't need rhetoric, what we need is action, little man, use your most powerful magic to prove your strength."
Med'an immediately regretted it. He didn't have the confidence to complete the most powerful magic, but the words had already been spoken, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Remembering their childhood friendship, while Anduin was about to cast a spell, Anduin reminded him in a low voice: "The Iron Horde doesn't know what your most powerful magic is."
It's a pity that Anduin was unmoved. His showoff also had an element of proving himself. He wanted to prove to his father Medivh that he was not a defective and was better than the orcs of the Iron Horde.
Anduin shook his head and walked away. He had fulfilled his duty as a friend.
On the high ground by the coast, Robbie raised his telescope and observed the Iron Tribe's flagship.
The Iron Tribe's technology is relatively backward and cannot prevent meat from spoiling at sea. If it only takes a few days to delay, the fleet will inevitably collapse due to insufficient rations. Robbie is most worried about Med'an.
A powerful mage is the most unstable factor on the battlefield. The Guardian alone can suppress the entire world, Jaina alone can destroy a city, and Med'an alone can be as powerful as the entire Iron Horde fleet.
What Robbie was worried about finally happened. A biting wind suddenly blew on the sea.
The space between heaven and earth became blurred, and the brilliant light of seven colors covered the sea, covered with mist and mist.
Strange images appeared in the mist, huge beasts like mountains galloping across the wilderness, dense vines climbing up into the clouds, cities towering over the earth, and creatures that had never been seen before covered the ground.
This is a rush from ancient images, a special kind of mirage.
Robbie had heard that powerful magical elements would produce various strange phenomena when they interacted with the material plane, and mirages were one of them.
Med'an slowly rose into the air, powerful magic elements gathered, purple arcane energy surrounded him, like a terrifying tornado, the sky and the earth changed color.
The waves were turbulent and the waves were huge. One sunken ship after another broke through the sea water and flew into the air. The tattered hulls were stained with purple arcane light and lined up in a neat queue.
Not only were there more than a dozen old ships that sank into the blockage, but also many fishing boats that had sunk for a long time also flew into the air, forming a huge ghost fleet.
Jaina just summoned a Sea King and broke through the wall of the Undercity. Med'an summoned hundreds of sunken ships of various sizes at once. Although the fishing boats had little combat effectiveness, the fleet was extraordinary and scary enough.
Yirel was so frightened that she had never seen such power of heaven and earth.
"Yrel, don't be fooled by appearances."
Can a fleet of hundreds of ghost ships be as effective as a single HMS King of the Sea?
Med'an floats in the air with an extremely solemn expression. He injects magic into these rotting ships.
Robbie shook his head. Some people like to do such flashy things.
At the front of the ghost fleet, Med'an stood on the largest ship and successfully cast the ghost fleet's magic. He let out a sigh of relief and the ghost fleet sailed towards the Karabor Temple.
Med'an looked extremely focused. He grabbed a handful of fine sand. The sand grains flowed between his fingers and gradually accumulated into a special shape, which was the model of the Temple of Karabor.
This bastard was so complacent that Robbie shook his head after seeing it. Does he think he is his Archimonde?
When Archimonde destroyed Dalaran, he first made a model out of sand, and then observed it carefully. This was definitely not in vain, nor was it just to show off. It had a profound meaning.
Dalaran is a unique place. It is a holy place where mages of all ages work and live. The continuous casting of spells has already made Dalaran a place where magical energy gathers, and the space is extremely unstable.
Archimonde found out the magic rules of Dalaran by observing the model and combining it with his profound magic knowledge, and then affected the whole body. Like dominoes, Dalaran was destroyed by his own magic.
The destruction of Dalaran with a single move of his hand was not so much about Archimonde's powerful magic, but his profound knowledge and deeper understanding of magic, which was the result of countless years of hard work.
The Temple of Karabor is not Dalaran, so what would Med'an do with this look?
Looking at the model on the sand table, Med'an showed a contemptuous smile. He was extremely focused on casting spells, as if he wanted to imitate Archimonde and smash the Karabor Temple to pieces with one palm.
"Kill him!"
Although Med'an does not have Archimonde's ability, Robbie can tell that he is preparing a powerful magic. At this moment, he is in the most critical stage of casting the spell, and Yrel happens to have a particle beam weapon. (To be continued.