Medivh made extraordinary moves. He first defeated Mannoroth easily, and then rescued Cenarius righteously and helped him remove the evil energy from his body. Cenarius muttered dissatisfiedly, but he could only accept his fate.
But this series of actions did not scare Stakhelm.
Medivh was born extraordinary. Whether it was the seven human kingdoms or the magnificent Silvermoon City, he was treated as an honored guest. Even the high-ranking royal family had to surrender willingly.
But among the night elves, especially Mount Hyjal, they are not particularly afraid of Medivh.
Because the night elves have a big backer, the Fire Lord Ragnaros.
Staghelm and Ragnaros were close friends, and Ragnaros once evaluated Medivh's strength.
In terms of spell-casting skills, Medivh is slightly better. After all, the elemental lord is only proficient in a single type of magic. However, compared with the depth of mana, the strength of the body, and the ability to resist attacks, Medivh cannot compete with an elemental lord.
Ragnaros once confidently assured Staghelm that he could face Archimonde head-on and at least maintain an undefeated situation, but Medivh was far from Archimonde's opponent.
What's more, elemental lords never fight alone, they have countless subordinates.
Staghelit looked at the domineering Medivh and thought to himself, if he had not terminated his contract with the Lord of Fire, how could he have allowed Medivh to be so arrogant on Mount Hyjal. Staghelit had confidence in his heart. After all, he had a sworn relationship with the Lord of Fire, so he said without being humble or arrogant:
"Dear Guardian, Lord Tyrande serves the Moon God wholeheartedly, and I am currently in charge of the affairs."
"It's just you, the minion of the evil elemental lord!" Medivh unceremoniously exposed Staghelm's background.
Deer Helmet's expression was as usual. His details were known to everyone inside the Dark Night. There was nothing he could do to manipulate him. He still maintained a polite tone: "Lord Guardian, on behalf of the Night Elf clan, I would like to thank you for saving Lord Cenarius. You are
Distinguished guest of the night elves, I will arrange accommodation for you."
Staghelm's implication is obvious, you are just a guest, do not interfere in the internal affairs of the night elves.
But Medivh did not accept this trick. He was not here to discuss, but to give orders.
Medivh looked at Staghelit with majestic eyes. Staghelit's heart trembled violently, as if he was being stared at by a terrifying giant beast, and he almost fell to the ground.
A fire rose up in his heart. This was a gift from the Lord of Fire, an eternal flame. Staghelm felt much better. He understood that Medivh had used some kind of evil spell to try to destroy Staghelit's confidence.
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"Medivh, don't even think about controlling the night elves." After almost being plotted against him, Staghelm became rude.
Staghelm accidentally broke away from the master's sight. To Medivh's expectation, Medivh was stunned for a moment, noticed something, smiled evilly and said: "I am not here to control the night elves, that is just a method of low-level demons, but a direct order
You, the night elves are finished now, what can you do to compete with me."
Facing Medivh's coercion and intimidation, the night elves all had angry faces and drew their weapons to surround Medivh. In the past ten thousand years, the night elves have been defeated and their homes have been burned, but they have never surrendered.
"A group of humble ants dare to challenge the great guardian. Without Ragnaros, you are nothing." Medivh's narrow eyes showed contempt. He opened his right palm, and dozens of purple stars appeared in his palm.
There are small balls, and there is a figure in the center of each small ball, corresponding to the night elves generals present.
Dozens of small purple balls slowly flew up, and the Dark Night crowd lifted their feet off the ground. Their throats were strangled by invisible hands, making it difficult to breathe. Their faces were red from the suffocation, and even Deer Helmet could not break free.
Medivh laughed proudly: "You lowly and stupid night elves, you will never learn these magics in your lifetime. Die, or surrender to me. It's a pity, Staghelm, your only option is death."
Staghelm recognized this magic. The arcane puppet spell was not that powerful or complicated, it was just a clever spell-casting technique.
For ten thousand years, the night elves have rejected magic, and they are extremely vulnerable to the guardian's magic.
Medivh stretched out his left hand towards the small ball with the shadow of the deer helmet, and was about to crush it. Suddenly, dozens of small balls shattered at the same time, and the night elves fell to the ground, panting violently.
"Guardian Medivh's magic is nothing more than this."
Medivh was startled. He followed the sound and saw a monster floating in the air with curved magic horns and wings on its back. It held a pair of green war blades in its hands and looked at Medivh calmly.
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"Illidan Stormrage."
Medivh suddenly became cautious. You must know that the dark night fortress is protected by the magic of the World Tree. Even Medivh himself cannot sneak in. How did Illidan get in? Or maybe he was lurking in the fortress.
At this moment, Illidan was different from usual. He was unexpectedly polite and polite. He slowly landed on the ground, looked at the dark night generals, and a small purple ball appeared in his hand, and said in a teaching tone:
"I don't understand why the night elves reject wonderful magic. This is a simple puppet magic. It's not too difficult. I'll slow down and cast it once, and you can all understand. The night elves are not mean, nor are they stupid.
Believe me, after watching me perform it once, you will no longer be afraid of this entry-level magic."
Medivh had a gloomy face, and "Illidan" called his favorite spell entry-level, which made him extremely angry, but he had no choice but to watch indifferently as Illidan demonstrated this magic in public and explained the secrets.
Puppet magic is the same as magic. It can be broken as soon as you say it. The generals in the dark night nodded their heads one after another. There are a few who are particularly outstanding and have high understanding, and can even perform it in a decent way.
"Illidan" was full of energy and looked at Medivh provocatively: "If any of you learn magic from me for a year, you can easily defeat this so-called guardian. Do you want to give it a try?"
The generals in the dark night looked at each other, and they knew that Illidan was the most dangerous prisoner in the Watcher's Vault, a moody monster with a changeable temperament. Most of the time, he was much scarier than the Guardian Medivh.
Although "Illidan"'s performance today is different from usual, there is no guarantee that he will not suddenly become angry and tear the people around him to pieces.
"It seems that my trust level is not high!" "Illidan" shrugged sadly and laughed at himself: "I am such a monster. I can't even control myself when I kill people. It's best if you don't trust me."
With "Illidan" present, Medivh knew that he could not use force to coerce him. He looked at Malfurion who was watching the excitement and reminded him loudly:
"Malfurion, go back and tell Tyrande that the only way for the night elves to defeat the Burning Legion is to join forces with the orcs. Your wisdom cannot understand the far-sightedness of the moon god Elune. Pray to the moon god sincerely.
Maybe she will take pity on you and tell you the truth mercifully."
Medivh snorted coldly. He was worried that Illidan would suddenly go crazy, so he hurriedly opened the portal and left.
"Illidan, Stormrage, why did I ignore this terrible monster? Hasn't he been away from Kalim for a long time?"
Medivh returned to the Dalaran Archives. In the history of the night elves, Illidan, a mysterious monster, saved his people from danger many times, and there are detailed records in the archives.
He was just a monster, and he would be able to find out his flaws and weaknesses. Medivh was full of confidence.