"Thank you for the blessing of the soul of the ancestors." Eitrigg said humbly. Perhaps he was too nervous. He quickly grabbed the cup, poured himself a glass of water, and said respectfully:
"The great savior Thrall and Lord Aegwynn are together, and the experiment has reached the most critical step. The dark alleys of Orgrimmar are densely covered with the power of shadow. To be honest, I don't know much about what is hidden in the Raging Rift."
Medivh looked Eitrigg directly in the eyes and saw that he was not lying.
That said, everything went very smoothly.
Medivh lied to the mysterious man named "The One Without Scar". What Aegwynn was studying was not the body of the elemental lord, but the flesh and blood of the ancient gods. Medivh always had his own purpose in acting, such as launching an attack on the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg.
The Empire's attack deliberately opened the seal deep in Ulduar, or allowed Garrosh to gain Y'shaarj's power.
In fact, the Alliance and the Horde were not prepared, and all wars against the Old Gods ended in disastrous defeats. If the Old Gods were so easy to destroy, the Titans who came to Azeroth in ancient times would have taken action long ago.
It was an unbearable day. The Alliance and the tribes all suffered heavy losses. They were almost drowned in blood and rivers of blood flowed. Innocent soldiers died on the battlefield forever, and they did not even know why they were fighting.
The only one who benefited was Medivh, who got a little bit of the flesh and blood of the Old Gods and tried to figure out the secrets of the Old Gods.
He has long dreamed of obtaining the power of the ancient gods, or becoming the ancient gods himself.
Unfortunately, the power of the Ancient God is not so easy to control. The most dangerous thing is the ubiquitous spiritual pollution of the Ancient God. If he is not really desperate and has not thoroughly understood it, he will never take the risk to obtain the Ancient God.
's body.
"What did Saurfang do?" Medivh asked.
Upon hearing Saurfang, Eitrigg's lips turned white, probably out of fear, and he trembled unconsciously:
"King Saurfang wants to open the Dark Portal in the ruins of Theramore and lead the Burning Legion into Azeroth. In this way, the orcs can become the only intelligent life in Azeroth, and he will also receive generous rewards."
King Saurfang's body transformed by the Burning Legion has now aged and decayed, and his combat effectiveness has plummeted, so he is eager to attract the Burning Legion.
"Damn it, this Saurfang, he will do big things." Medivh took a breath. Unexpectedly, he just disappeared for a few days, and Saurfang refused to settle down.
Because of the Focusing Iris, Theramore's space is fragmented and extremely unstable. It is a weak link in Azeroth. It is said that other worlds can be seen at certain moments.
Saurfang alone, no matter how hard he tries, cannot lead the Burning Legion into Azeroth. That requires advanced magical knowledge.
However, Gul'dan escaped. If Saurfang cooperates with Gul'dan, with Gul'dan's magical attainments, the Legion can enter Azeroth. It has to be said that in some respects, Gul'dan
is a genius.
When the Legion came and the world was destroyed, Medivh lost his value and could only wander among the stars like Duke Alpha.
Saurfang's crazy move must be stopped.
"Without further delay, I must rush to Orgrimmar immediately. I hope it's not too late!" Medivh will never allow others to trade Azeroth with the Legion. This is his world, his territory, and the foundation of his strength.
.
Medivh still wore the disguise of an orc, rode a wyvern, and entered Orgrimmar with Eitrigg.
People depend on food. In Orgrimmar, there are the most beef shops. A large amount of fresh beef is shipped from Mulgore every year. They can walk on their own, scratch themselves, and even jump into a large tank filled with boiling water.
pot.
Fresh young tauren are the most popular, and only the top leaders among the orcs are qualified to enjoy such delicacies.
The tauren are full of treasures, and the leather armor shop in Orgrimmar relies entirely on the support of these allies from Mulgore.
This is the greatest honor of the tribe, and the tauren are proud of it.
Few people know that the Shadow Cleft, densely covered with shadow power, is the real food center of Orgrimmar.
During the day, the Shadow Rift is just a research site for some magicians, and there doesn't seem to be anything special about it.
At night, some secret shops open for business, and the place becomes colorful. Invited dignitaries of all races ride on various rare mounts and taste rare delicacies.
There is delicious meat sauce here, and only the most beautiful noble girls in Stormwind City are qualified to enjoy this honor.
There are blood elf cubs from Silvermoon City, fresh and delicious goblin broth, pandaren braised pork from Pandaria, steamed bone marrow from trolls, and even the undead ribs soup from the Undercity.
The orcs have developed the civilization of eating to the extreme, and everything in the world can be used as food. Eitrigg introduced the signature dishes of each shop to Medivh while telling the past of Shadow Cleft.
About ten years ago, the richest man in Kalimdor, Doras, the wyvern administrator of Orgrimmar, came to the Shadow Cleft and wanted to taste a legendary dish called the Hand of the King.
When Jaina of Theramore heard about it, she immediately teleported to Stormwind City. Prince Anduin was still young at that time. Jaina smiled and cut off the prince's right arm and sent it to the Shadow Cleft in person.
Medivh just listened quietly. With his status and status, and an existence beyond the mortal world, he no longer had the restraints of etiquette and morality. In his opinion, this was like a cat eating a leg of a mouse.
Not worth mentioning.
In the shadow rift, Medivh noticed the aura of his mother Aegwynn. Her mental power seemed to be unprecedentedly powerful. Countless shadow powers covered every inch of space, as if she was in a sea of shadows.
Medivh looked surprised, it seemed that his mother was close to success.
Research has found that the powers of the ancient gods actually restrain each other. As long as the powers of several ancient gods are blended together, each other's mental pollution will be consumed.
Of course, this kind of ratio must be done carefully, and there won't be any mistakes.
The Raging Rift was originally a gathering place for kobolds and cavemen. Later, a group of demon-worshiping Shadow Council believers took over and called themselves the Burning Blade Clan. Until the tribe recruited adventurers to completely clear out the Raging Rift.
So this place became the secret laboratory of the former guardian Aegwynn.
Medivh followed Eitrigg and entered the Raging Rift. He took off his orc disguise and passed the winding stairs and heavily guarded stone doors. The two finally entered the deepest part of the Raging Rift.
This is a land of lava and fire. The power of fire and shadow fills every inch of space. Medivh feels that he is getting closer and closer to that powerful existence, and it is almost difficult to conceal the excitement in his heart.
The coveted power of the ancient gods is about to fall into his own hands.
Medivh saw the back of an orc standing on the edge of a large black mist.
That's Sal.
Thrall was only wearing a simple black robe and carried no weapons. When he heard the footsteps, he turned around and looked at the guardian Medivh, showing an ugly and ferocious smile:
"Dear Guardian, our experiment was successful. The new ancient god has arrived and is waiting for you."
Before Medivh had time to celebrate, Thrall suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his hands tightly.
Then, the sound of music boxes sounded all around.
Thousands of music boxes sang in unison, a tribute to Queen Azshara. (To be continued)