章節 134: Chapter 134: Aftermath of the Explosion
What on earth happened?!
Countless beings were paying attention to this event!
Such an astonishing explosion wasn't caused by ordinary warfare, let alone a failed mage experiment or a collective goblin suicide on such a scale.
Since Lothar led his people into Karazhan, King Llane, who had been keeping a close eye on the magical communications, rushed up like a madman, his eyes bloodshot, gripping the magical mirror with the appearance of a large mirror.
Originally, the scene in Karazhan was a fierce battle, but now it was shrouded in darkness.
"Who can tell me what happened in Karazhan!?" Llane asked, gritting his teeth and restraining his anxiety and tension, while addressing the court mages beside him.
Several elder mages exchanged glances, and finally, the oldest one among them stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, there seems to have been a massive explosion in Karazhan. Judging by the sound and the final impact, Duke Marcus must have killed the Demon King Sargeras, and then Guardian Medivh regained his sanity at the last moment, using the artifact staff Atiesh and all the power of Karazhan to attack Sargeras..."
The elder mage tried to use non-provocative words to explain his speculation, but didn't reveal the outcome, because everyone could imagine what happened next.
As for the characterization of Medivh, it was a taboo among the kingdom's upper echelons. Many nobles suggested that he should be labeled a traitor and nailed to the Pillar of Shame, but Llane forcefully suppressed these ideas. In fact, it was precisely because King Llane did not label Medivh as a traitor that uninformed nobles fled to Karazhan for refuge.
Llane slammed his fist on the communication mirror, making a dull sound: "Restore communication as soon as possible. No matter what news comes from Karazhan, I must know it immediately. I am going to convene a military meeting now!"
The aftershock of the Karazhan explosion had far-reaching effects on various levels and in various senses.
Especially on the Horde's side.
In the Horde's camp on the southern edge of the Swamp of Sorrows, now called the Cursed Land by humans, the scene was still bustling. The Horde's camp, spanning over a hundred kilometers in diameter, expanded relentlessly every day.
In a small clan that barely had a name, Gul'dan's Shadow Council had its headquarters.
This was a secret base that Gul'dan had established for the safety of himself and the Shadow Council.
Today, something big happened here.
While Sargeras-possessed Medivh and Lothar's strike team battled the dragons, the true leader of the Horde, Gul'dan, was busy reinforcing the power of the Dark Portal.
Gul'dan had never truly trusted Medivh. He didn't know that Medivh was possessed by his boss Kil'jaeden's boss, Sargeras.
Moreover, due to the language barrier and the huge size difference between orcs and humans, the Horde's intelligence on the Stormwind Kingdom was practically non-existent. Their only source of information was the reports from the wolf-riding scouts.
In Gul'dan's view, Medivh was an untrustworthy collaborator, a scheming warlock, and a cunning plotter.
So, ever since the orcs arrived in Azeroth, Gul'dan had been trying to rid himself of Medivh's influence, using his power to pinpoint Azeroth's astral coordinates and reinforce the unstable portal.
Although the Horde's warriors were reinforcing their ranks day and night, only Gul'dan, who was in charge of maintaining the Dark Portal, knew the truth. Due to the instability of the portal, at least 20% of the warriors had perished in the void.
Of course, some of the orcs had questioned Gul'dan about this issue.
It was easy to dismiss their concerns.
From the beginning, Gul'dan had said, "Only the strongest orcs can safely pass through this portal and fight for the Horde. The weak will die in transit. The weak do not deserve to be warriors of the Horde! The weak have no right to live."
During the transfer, it was true that there was a brief period where the orcs were exposed to the void. Those few seconds of suffocation misled the Horde warriors – oh, so-and-so couldn't withstand that part, huh? He was truly weak!
Weaklings had no rights – this had been the consensus among orc clans for centuries.
After a few orcs had asked about it, no one asked again.
In reality, those orcs had collided with Azeroth's spatial barrier like insects hitting an electric bug zapper, instantly turning to ashes and scattering with the cosmic winds to who knows where.
But at this moment, the Dark Portal's transmission still relied on the cooperation of Medivh and Gul'dan to maintain it.
Right when Sargeras was banished into the abyss by Medivh, Gul'dan, who was as connected to him as conjoined twins, suddenly faced great misfortune.
As the leading force, Sargeras abruptly withdrew the mental power that sustained the Dark Portal, and the burden suddenly fell entirely on Gul'dan's shoulders. Keep in mind, the mental power previously shared between Medivh and Gul'dan was split 70/30!
Now, a mental impact a million times more terrifying than the ancient tsunami that connected heaven and earth suddenly rushed into Gul'dan's mental sea.
"Ah—" Gul'dan let out an incredibly miserable scream, clutching his head. His body curled up like a shrimp and fell to the ground, unconscious.
With the leader who had control over everything suddenly passing out, the entire Shadow Council immediately descended into chaos.
The turmoil within the orc's hidden power structure didn't affect the surface actions of the orcs. In Warchief Blackhand's view, cutting off reinforcements wasn't a big deal. Judging by the casualty ratio between orcs and humans in most previous battles, one orc could handle ten humans without breaking a sweat.
The few hundred thousand orcs present were more than enough to wipe out all of humanity.
The Horde's offensive showed no signs of stopping.
Duke was unaware of the changes on both the human and orc sides. After an unknown amount of time, Duke slowly regained consciousness.
"Cough, cough, cough! Hey! Uncle Lothar, are you dead yet? If you're dead, give me a hum."
Smoke and dust filled the air, debris littered the ground, and the dissipating arcane energy mixed with a small amount of evil aura made it nearly impossible to see anything in the top-level workshop of Karazhan.
"Hmph!" Lothar's annoyed voice came from nearby, "Brat, I won't die even if you do. Also, I'd prefer it if my comrades who've shared life and death with me called me by my first name, not my last."
"Ah, Anduin, I was actually just asking you to hum earlier. I didn't expect you to say so much. But from the sound of it, you really can't die." In fact, Duke's entire body was aching right now.
It wasn't because of physical injury, but because the explosion caused some chaos in his arcane circuitry.
"Okay then, what about Garona? Garona!?" Lothar called out several times, but there was no response. Lothar turned to try and ask, "Do you know what happened to Medivh?"
A weak voice came, "Oh, old friend, you're not the first one to ask about me after the explosion. I'm really hurt."
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