Med'an is extremely arrogant and has blind confidence in himself. Under normal circumstances, he will not listen to the advice of his followers.
But when a sheep broke through the blockade, its horns slammed into Med'an's buttocks.
After letting out a life-long moan of pain and pleasure, Med'an had to put away his domain power.
Just for this brief hesitation, three followers died.
Returning from the state of helpless sheep, Med'an's tracers had the blessing of weapons and armor, and were finally able to stabilize the defense line. Thousands of beasts were helplessly besieging them, and their fall was only a matter of time.
Robbie and Vanessa watched the drama from the engineering telescope. It was very easy for Madan to escape, he only needed to open the portal.
However, Med'an's mood was a little out of control tonight. Seeing that his followers were becoming more and more unable to resist, he kept roaring:
"Idiots, a bunch of idiots, can't they do this? Do we still need this savior to take action?"
If Med'an showed his true strength, even the ancient god C'Thun would tremble in fear.
"Okay, okay, for you idiots, look at my invincible power, mirror clone."
Generally, a mage's clone technique can summon up to two or three mirror images.
The mirror clone of the savior Med'an is very terrifying. He summoned more than two hundred clones at one time, and the hillside was almost full of them.
Med'an's followers burst into tears as the commander finally showed his true strength.
One Med'an is terrifying enough, but more than two hundred Med'an would be unbelievable.
Med'an's mirror clone has the same strength as the main body, and there is no time limit.
"Attack." More than two hundred Med'an raised the guardian battle together, majestic and rainbow-like.
"Attack." The twenty-four followers were full of confidence, raised their weapons, and blew the horn of counterattack.
The battle lasted for a short period of time, and everyone finally felt that something was wrong.
The addition of more than two hundred Med'an had a very slight impact on the battle situation and had almost no effect.
Thrall's brother-in-law, the orc Ogak saw the problem and asked quickly:
"Sir Commander, you have more than two hundred clones, why do you only attack one target at a time?"
Although Med'an has many clones, he can only attack a single target together at a time. Although the strength of two hundred clones is powerful, no beast can withstand this coordinated attack. Unfortunately, the efficiency of killing monsters is too low.
Med'an coughed. He felt that it was necessary to correct Ojiak's understanding, and patiently explained:
"Ojiak, you see, I have so many clones, it's difficult to control them. For example, can you draw a circle with your left hand and a square with your other hand?"
"I can do it." Ojiak blinked and immediately demonstrated on the ground, drawing a circle with his left hand and a square with his right hand.
Madan:..........
"Ojiak, controlling two hundred clones is not an easy task. Just like you, you can never draw a circle with your left hand, a square with your right hand, a triangle with your left foot, and a pentagon with your right foot."
"That's not that difficult, I can do it too." Ojiak used his hands and feet to demonstrate again. This person is extremely talented, but there is something extraordinary about him.
Madan:..........
At this time, there were casualties among the followers, and there was a gap in the battle line.
A large group of wild beasts took the opportunity to rush up the hillside, and most of Med'an's two hundred clones were eaten.
When Mai De'an saw this, his eyes turned cold and he said coldly: "It seems that I can't be serious anymore. It's time to show my true strength.
"Back then, Jaina relied on the power of the Focusing Iris to gather thousands of water elements in an attempt to destroy Orgrimmar. Unfortunately, Thrall fooled her into thinking she was fooled. Agna took the opportunity to sneak attack, and the Blue Dragon King bit her neck off.
.......Haha, that silly woman Jaina still dies with her eyes open. She is just a walking corpse, and her soul will never rest in peace. This savior does not need a focusing rainbow to summon thousands of water elements, I can do it alone
."
"Water element realm." Med'an let out a low roar.
In an instant, the hillside and the surrounding area turned into a kingdom of water.
Water elements emerge from the water one after another, layer upon layer, with no edges visible at a glance, attacking all living creatures that can be seen.
A large number of beasts that attacked the hillside were killed instantly, but at the same time, Med'an's followers suffered heavy casualties. Ojak stayed close to Med'an and was not attacked by the water element.
"Master Follower, we can't do this anymore, all our brothers will die." Ojiak begged with tears streaming down his face.
"Compared with the coming victory, such a sacrifice is insignificant." Seeing his followers dying one after another under the water element, wailing and screaming, Med'an's expression was particularly calm, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Okay, seeing the past, I will open the portal and allow you to retreat."
The light of the portal flashed, and a seriously injured troll follower rushed into the portal. Then a tragic cry was heard. When the other followers heard it, they stopped quickly and looked at Med'an in surprise.
"The portal seems to have opened at the wrong place." Med'an touched the portal with his staff: "Oh, it's the portal of ancient Dalaran, haha, I accidentally made a mistake."
Ancient Dalaran was destroyed by Archimonde, leaving only a huge pit. The portal was open in the air, several hundred meters above the ground. If it fell, it would inevitably turn into meat.
"Guys, this is just a small warning,"
Med'an put away the water element field, looked around at the remaining dozen followers, and showed an ugly smile: "It's a trivial test. In my team, we will never allow you to retreat lightly."
Ojiak lowered his head and remained silent, not daring to speak. The other surviving followers were also as cold as cicadas.
Med'an was fierce and arrogant: "Refined steel is refined a hundred times, and the waves wash away the sand. The remaining ones are the real elites. The test is over, and it's time for you to see the true strength of the savior."
"Come on, my most reliable comrade-in-arms, the magic mecha is here."
Med'an raised the Guardian Staff, the head of which glowed with green evil light.
"This is the power of evil." Robbie exclaimed.
Vanessa was not surprised at all and said softly: "Med'an has the blood of the Dark Titan, and Medivh's family has some close connection with the Burning Legion. This world is not black and white."
In the sky above Shadowmoon Valley, a strange vortex appeared, breathing out the breath of magic energy.
Prophet Velen put down the book in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked to the window and stared at the vortex above Shadowmoon Valley. His expression changed slightly and he murmured to himself:
"This is the power of evil energy, no, it is not the Burning Legion that uses it. Holy Light, please give the Draenei people, Naaru, please guide the way forward for the Draenei people."
Since the last defeat, Ner'zhul, the chief of the Shadowmoon clan, has kept a low profile.
Feeling the power of the evil energy in the air, Ner'zhul had a look of horror on his face.
"No, no, ancestors, this kind of power should not appear in Shadowmoon Valley." Ner'zhul prayed for the blessings of his ancestors, then turned and said with a ferocious face: "Only the power of the Dark Star can protect the Shadowmoon clan."
A ball of hellfire fell from the sky, and the flames of evil energy gradually extinguished, revealing a huge figure.
This is a tall magic mecha, spitting out green flames.
Robbie recognized that the mana mecha that blocked the Alliance airship before the death of King Varian on the Broken Shore in version 7.0 was the same model as this one, but it was much larger than this one. (To be continued)