Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 762: Divine

Chapter 762: Divine

How empty, lonely and cold is the life of cheating——

No way!

Duke was speechless as he looked at the guy in front of him who was wearing a large brown cloak and whose name was Mysterious Prophet X and pronounced as Medivh.

Damn it!

I have been so used to being a charlatan that I almost forgot that there is a local charlatan in Azeroth named Medivh.

Duke was also speechless about Medivh, the charlatan.

Before the Third Dark Portal Battle, Medivh was a pitfall. Not only did he open the Dark Portal after being possessed, but he also left a huge mess for the entire Alliance to handle.

However, before the Third War began, Medivh had predicted or seen the coming of the Scourge. Whether he saw that Lordaeron’s disease was hopeless or something else, he informed several important people that Lordaeron was hopeless and that if they didn’t want to take the sinking ship, they should flee.

In the Eastern Kingdoms, he at least perfectly persuaded Thrall, who originally wanted to strategically evacuate Lordaeron, and Jaina, who was desperate and had nowhere to go.

In this life, he at least asked Ironforge and Stormwind to prepare for war more actively. If there were no preparations beforehand, would Stormwind be able to send troops to attack the Southshore city-state within a week?

Don’t even think about it!

Even though Duke promoted the emergence of many black technologies, such as railway transportation, it would still take at least two weeks to gather the food needed for the army.

But, if Medivh was such a bigot, why didn’t he find a way to secretly hide several paladins in the Lordaeron Palace when the idiot returned to Lordaeron?

At that time, the idiot had not yet completely fallen. With his half-baked Death Knight skills, if Uther, Mograine, Saidan and other tough guys were all there, it would be a group of paladins surrounding Arthas, hitting your chest with the holy light "hammer".

Even if that idiot has F-cup pecs, he can still give you an A-.

On the other hand, Duke was impressed by Medivh’s ability to convince the night elves, orcs, and humans to join forces.

When Medivh appeared, the Horde was stunned at first, and then Thrall took the lead, punching their chests and bowing, "Greetings, Prophet!"

The ceremony was so grand that Duke was stunned.

If you think about it, you can understand that Medivh is definitely a great benefactor to the Horde. Without Medivh’s reminder, the Horde might not have revolted so quickly. Once it was too late, the Horde’s clans would have been swallowed up by the Scourge, or used as cannon fodder by the Alliance, and the reorganized orc slave legions were forced to go to the front to resist the sea of ​​zombies.

There is no place like jumping out of the alliance’s traditional sphere of influence and running to the New World to build a new city.

Give the Horde a few more years, and once it has established itself on a firm footing, it will be able to compete with the Alliance in history.

Duke was very unhappy about this.

Unfortunately, there is no way, the devil said Medivh was so heavy-handed, oh, it was philanthropy! He actually got together with the female orc Garona and gave birth to a child, Med’an, who was a hybrid of Titan, orc and human.

Duke was already giving face by not calling Medivh a traitor.

Well, whether he was a traitor or not, let the historians of later generations judge. Duke couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t just start a split when the Burning Legion was the formidable enemy.

Seeing Medivh, Duke also bowed.

"Ah! Duke! Seeing you again, I’m sure both you and I have complicated feelings." Medivh sighed. Once upon a time, Duke was just a small magic apprentice with outstanding talent, but he was very, very far from the Dawn level.

Duke was just a little bit away from becoming Medivh’s disciple, although he didn’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

The last time they met, he was already on his deathbed. Apart from the most important instructions, they didn’t say much. Who would have known that fifteen years later, the young boy back then would become the pillar of the alliance today.

Medivh came over and sighed again, "Duke, you did a great job. I am very pleased. If the Alliance didn’t have you, perhaps the situation would be a hundred times worse than it is now. But I think, since you sent messengers to warn the night elves, you should agree with my idea of ​​uniting the night elves, the Alliance and the Horde to fight against the most powerful and terrifying enemy - Archimonde!"

Duke shrugged: "With you here, I think it would be unnecessary for me to send Rhonin."

Medivh shook his head. "No, with the evidence from the Alliance emissary and the magic fragment you asked Rhonin to bring, I was able to convince Tyrande three days earlier than expected. With the Burning Legion expected to arrive in Kalimdor at any time, even an hour, let alone a day, is extremely precious."

"But even if the night elves are willing not to pursue the case of Grom of our tribe for killing Cenarius, the Horde will not abandon our compatriots!" As soon as Thrall finished speaking, he immediately received a response from the orcs.

"Yes! We orcs will never give up any of our compatriots!" Rexxar raised his battle axe.

"We will not sit idly by and watch the Warsong Clan be destroyed," Varok echoed.

"Is there no way to save Grom?" Brox and the other orcs shouted.

Medivh frowned and said, "I can teach you a magic circle that can purify the demon blood in the Warsong orcs. But I have lost most of my magic power, so..."

Duke took the initiative and said, "I will build the magic circle, then what?"

Medivh glanced at Thrall, Duke and the others and said, "We must ensure that Grom is not injured as much as possible and that he enters the magic circle in a conscious state. The more seriously injured he is, or the more unconscious he is, the weaker his will will be, and the more the demon blood will corrode his soul and body. After all, this is not the first time he has drunk demon blood. If it gets worse this time, he will never be able to get rid of his addiction to demon blood for the rest of his life."

Thrall and others were miserable.

Even though Grom Hellscream is a little older now, he is still the undisputed number one warrior of the entire tribe. This is not a self-proclaimed title, but a real achievement.

Along the way, generals like Rexxar, Varok, Brox and others who didn’t use pets were no match for Grom!

As a hero of the older generation, Grom knew very well that in such a critical moment, only a wise leader could lead the Horde, so he was like a door god, blocking the way for all orcs to challenge Thrall with Mak’gora.

He was so strong that Thrall had originally prepared to send a group of strong men to knock Grom unconscious with a hammer and drag him back. Even with this method, there was only a 50% chance of success. No one knew how strong Grom would be after drinking the demon’s blood again.

Now they say we can’t knock him out or seriously injure him. What can we do?

The orcs were all dumbfounded.

Duke suddenly said, "Let me go!"