Medivh's sneak attack was timed just right, and luckily Robbie had already taken precautions.
The magic gun was about to approach, but Robbie didn't panic, quickly turned around, and blocked the unconscious Sal in front of him.
Medivh's control of magic was breathtaking. The magic gun actually stopped in mid-air, retreated more than ten meters, circled around and flew towards Robbie again.
Robbie turned around immediately, still using Sal's huge body to block himself.
The magic gun suddenly split into two and turned into two weaker magic lights, bypassing Thrall.
Robbie remained calm and snorted slightly, surrounded by six golden holy light shields in front of him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With six consecutive crisp sounds, the Holy Light Shield shattered one after another. Before the last Holy Light Shield was broken, it successfully withstood Medivh's sneak attack.
As the saying goes, it will be exhausted in one go. Medivh adjusted the magic gun three times in a row, which has consumed a lot of power. After the magic gun was divided into two, the power dropped sharply, and it was no longer one-tenth of its original strength.
one.
"Holy Light Orc?"
After an exclamation, the image near the air portal became clear.
Robbie saw Medivh again. He was much younger than the last time. His hair and beard were all black. His clothes were not so flamboyant. He only had a simple black robe, and his head and face were wrapped in a hood, with a handful of hair left.
He has a black beard and sharp eyes, emitting two rays of light that seem to be able to look directly into people's hearts.
Are the Guardians mind readers? Robbie isn't worried.
Mind reading has certain limitations. Only greed and desire can unlock the secrets of the heart.
Robbie is open-minded and not afraid of the Guardian's mind reading.
"Nice sneak attack, human archmage." Robbie snorted coldly.
"Holy Light Orcs, hahaha, orcs are indeed a race that creates miracles, and they bring me more and more surprises." Facing the miraculous Holy Light Orcs, Medivh narrowed his eyes slightly, showing strong interest.
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He did not see through Robbie's disguise. Although Medivh was a powerful mage, he believed more in magic and instinctively ignored things other than magic.
"Interesting Holy Light Orc, you have successfully aroused my idea. I, Medivh, the Guardian of Azeroth, hereby swear that as long as you let Thrall go, everything can be forgotten, and you will become a guest, a
Distinguished guest." Medivh confidently extended an olive branch to Robbie. He wanted to know how the orcs learned the Holy Light.
Robbie doesn't want to stay here. Orc disguise is not a panacea, and it is easy to reveal the secret if you are exposed to it for a long time.
"Human." Robbie showed a ferocious look and deliberately made things difficult: "Your sneak attack has left you with no honor at all. You, like that despicable old orc, are not qualified to make any promises."
Guardian Medivh was not in a hurry and chuckled: "So, orc, what result do you want to get?"
Robbie grinned, and the image of the orc made him reveal an ugly smile:
"Humans, you should be the ones who are anxious. Look, Thrall is bleeding. In order to show my contempt for the sneak attack, I want you to know that you must pay the price for doing something wrong."
"The price? Haha, what is the price?"
"The price you cannot bear is a painful lesson that everyone will remember. Honor cannot be tarnished." Robbie's dagger quickly scratched Sal's chest. After a moment of dizziness, the dagger was covered with a piece of meat that weighed more than half a kilogram.
Thrall woke up from his coma and let out an unpleasant howling sound like a slaughtering pig. A foul smell spread everywhere. Thrall instantly passed out from the pain. All the orcs shook their heads and backed away holding their noses.
But this is not over yet.
Robbie opened his mouth, bit into the bloody meat, and chewed it.
"call!"
The surrounding orcs collectively exclaimed, as if an icy cold wind was blowing. Robbie looked around and saw a pair of ferocious eyes filled with horror and fear.
Orcs are a naturally ferocious race, and if they are more ferocious than they are, they will surrender.
At this moment, Robbie already had a bit of domineering energy in his body.
It tastes good. The roasted rabbit meat processed by Holy Light is delicious, but there is too much tomato sauce, which affects the natural taste.
Jaina's face turned pale and she quickly covered her eyes with her hands, her delicate body trembling.
Medivh's expression changed, and he exclaimed: "Cruel, so cruel."
hehe!
Robbie just wanted to say that in the tragedy of Briar, I have never heard anything cruel from Medivh.
"Your savior is bleeding. If you still want to delay, you will only get a cold corpse. Now, whose turn is it to have the final say, Guardian Medivh?"
"Okay, orc, you win, it's all up to you."
When a person is not afraid of death, Medivh has no choice. For Thrall, the hard-won leader of the orcs, and the mysterious Holy Light orcs, Medivh can only compromise.
Robbie took out an hourglass and placed it on the ground.
"You are all not allowed to move until this hourglass runs out. To tell you the truth, my challenge to Thrall was not a whim, but a careful planning." Robbie pointed at the surrounding orcs: "There are a lot of mine in here.
People, they will use some form to send a signal to me, this world is not limited to the power of magic."
Seeing Thrall bleeding profusely and weakening a little bit, Medivh clearly realized that if he wanted to bargain, Thrall, the savior he had created with his own hands, would really die.
"Okay, I'll do whatever you want, but you must ensure Sal's life safety."
"Lord Guardian, you have no choice."
Robbie chuckled:
"If you keep your promise, after the hourglass runs out, you can find Thrall three miles away. I won't tell you the specific location. There are so many orcs, so go out and look for them. Whether you can survive depends on Thrall's luck.
"
Robbie laughed and walked away carrying Sal's huge body.
There was silence in the camp. Robbie's ferocity shocked the whole place. The orcs were like statues, really motionless.
"Lord Guardian, what should we do? Just let him go?" Eitrigg was very unwilling and discussed with Medivh in a low voice.
"Haha, don't worry, the Holy Light Orcs can't escape my grasp." Medivh looked at the small hourglass with cold eyes, waiting for all the sand to fall.
On a hillside five miles away, Alsace led two horses and had been waiting for a long time.
Robbie took off his orc disguise while running, and shouted repeatedly: "Hurry up, it's the guardian Medivh."
"etc."
Arthas snatched Robbie's orc disguise, rubbed it carefully in one place, took out a dagger, gently peeled off a layer of skin, and threw it to the grass aside.
"Damn it, Medivh's magic tracking." Robbie recognized the meaning of the symbols above: "Arthas, how did you find out?"
With a look of pain on his face, Arthas whispered: "Countless dead souls gathered around me, calling my name, and told me everything about the orc camp, including the fact that Medivh secretly left a magic trace on you.
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The ability to communicate with the souls of the dead.
Combined with his previous actions in Briar-Alsace, Robbie can finally confirm.
Arthas, who was able to lift Frostmourne, was indeed different from ordinary people.
This is the source of Alsace's tragic fate.
Robbie and Alsace left on horseback. Not long after, a young deer ran over, eating the young grass on the ground, and accidentally got on the magic tracking beacon.
The deer pricked up its ears alertly, sensing danger, and was about to run away.
A throwing ax chopped off the deer's neck.
A tall orc wearing black armor strode forward, followed by a young human knight.
"I'm tired of eating hard jerky. I can finally change my taste, don't you think so, Fording." The tall orc said. (To be continued)