When the battle was over, Izzy was tired, and he told the warriors to hold the human captives and prepare to rest for a while.

After the humans of Sunshine Town were transformed into werewolves, the houses were empty, and Izzy felt that there was no need to use it in vain, so he transformed the town into a tribal stronghold.

Izzy walked to his little stone house, opened the door, and saw a disgusting figure waiting for him.

"Great chief of the tribe, don't come unharmed. ”

Izzy walked over to the table, poured himself a glass of water, drank it, extinguished the fire in his heart, and spoke:

"Mighty Astral Archmage, what is the matter with you coming to me?"

Medivan's eyes, hidden in the shadows, shimmered with an evil green glow, and Medivan spoke:

"Nothing, I just think it's time to do something to make sure the orcs are acting on my will. ”

Izzy looked at Medivan indifferently, waiting for his next step.

"You probably didn't take my words seriously that day in Karazan, thinking of tipping off the humans and convincing them that I, the Guardian, had betrayed them, and then plotting an attack together to make me disappear completely, right?"

Izzy's face did not change, and without saying a word, Medivan laughed:

"I'm not surprised you think so, but I don't think you understood the meaning of our last conversation, and maybe you think you have a year and a half to plan how to kill me and finally get Karazhan's web energy, but I must tell you that I can make it impossible for your lowly people to enter Azeroth forever. ”

Izzy's breathing began to rapid, and his eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Medivan.

"Do you believe it or not, I can tear open the spatial rift that led to the destruction of your world right now, and let your people bury that dying world?"

"Enough is enough! I know what you want! But how do I know that I do what you say and that you will give me what I want?"

Medivan suddenly laughed and spoke:

"When this war is out of control, I will grant your wish, the Great Chief of the Tribe, you have no other choice, now you have no way out, and cooperating with me is your only way out. ”

"Alright, I see, now please leave!" Izzy opened the door, ready to see the villain away.

"Don't worry, I'm not good at war, but I'd love to hear your plans next. Medivan walked over to a chair and sat down, looking like he was in a good mood.

Izzy thought for a moment, then spoke:

"I will show kindness to the human soldiers who have just been captured, let them go back, create the illusion that the orcs want peace, and then launch a blitzkrieg in two directions, all the way to the western wilderness, the food producing area of the Stormwind Kingdom, to obtain enough food and grass to support this war.

The other way to attack the Red Ridge Mountain, so that Stormwind will fall into a state of isolation, and finally gradually encroach on the other territories of the Stormwind Kingdom, make sufficient preparations, build siege equipment, take Stormwind in one fell swoop, and then send troops north. ”

Medivan applauded, "Very wonderful, Grand Chief of the Tribe, I can promise you that the day you conquer Stormwind City, I will be able to fulfill your wish to save the people." ”

Itsy's face was ugly, but he still spoke: "My plan looks good, but in fact, my troops are still not enough, and at least one warband is needed to ensure that after the division of troops, they will not be swallowed by the cavalry of the Stormwind Kingdom."

Listening to Izzy's words, Medivan pondered for a moment and said, "No problem, I can still accept the strength of a war group, in the near future, if you open the portal again, I will provide energy." ”

Izzy glanced at Medivan and continued, "But there is still a problem, the shamans I brought have lost their ability to cast spells, and the number of draenei mages is too scarce, if the kingdom of Stormwind allows the troops with spellcasting abilities to fight back, we will not be able to resist at all." ”

Seeing that Izzy was endless, Medivan suddenly said indifferently: "You don't want to get an inch!"

Izzy looked Medivan in the eye and didn't flinch, "Without a spellcaster, even if I bring everyone in Draenor, it won't help." ”

Medivan's face kept changing, and finally he suddenly laughed: "This problem is easy to solve." As he spoke, Medivan took out a bunch of green gems and a book and placed them on the table.

"These things will create a new group of spellcasters for you, and they will become powerful warlocks who harness evil powers. ”

Izzy's face was ugly, and he roared angrily: "You want my people to use the evil energy that has destroyed our world!!"

Medivin laughed again and said, "You don't need to, anyway, it wasn't my people who were wiped out by the human spellcasters in the end." ”

Izzy gasped and was speechless, and Medivan walked to the door, and in a mocking tone, spoke to the angry Izzy, "Think it yourself, Grand Chief of the Tribe, I believe you can always make the right choice." ”

Izzy walked out of the room, it was raining lightly outside, and Izzy looked up to see the disgusting crow fly up into the clouds and disappear, and his sudden angry punch slammed into the stone beam of the main stone wall, destroying the entire stone house.

Without saying a word, Izzy vented his anger at the ruins of the stone house, and roared in his heart:

"Right, you M13! Your scumbag promises are just like yourself! Useless! Do you think I'll do what you say? If you don't want me to do anything, I'll just do it, uncle! I'm going to make you uncomfortable! I'm so uncomfortable, I want to die! I'm even more uncomfortable than I'm now! You're @#¥%!"

After venting for a long time, Izzy sat on the ruins of the stone house and gasped, he felt that he could hardly breathe with anger, and as long as he thought of Medivan's face, Izzy felt himself angry.

"What smell?" Izzy suddenly smelled of something burning, and looked around, when he suddenly found that a stick in his hand was burning.

Izzy grabbed the burning piece of wood and looked closely, it turned out to be elemental power, but Izzy didn't understand how he used it.

Izzy recalls his state and makes a guess.

Shamans need to make a pact with the elemental spirits in order to use elemental spells, and the elemental spirits are reluctant to leave Draenor, so shamans cannot use elemental spells when they come to Azeroth.

But he is different, his own elemental spell is a racial talent born from the identity of his elemental spirit, so his original speculation about being recognized by the world to use elemental power is very appropriate for shamans, but it is too different for himself.

Perhaps, the reason why he can't use elemental spells is not because he is not recognized by the world, but because Draenor's elemental power is weaker than Azeroth's, so on the contrary, the elemental power is more difficult to control, and this makes him misjudge that he can't use elemental spells?

The doubts born in his heart made Izzy feel a pause, he stood up excitedly, and almost affirmed his judgment in his heart, it was like a person from the earth with ordinary gravity to the feeling of being on an alien with ten times the gravity, the body that could be controlled freely could not do as much as he did on the earth.

And the power of the elements is often triggered by various corresponding fierce emotions, and it is because of the extreme anger that he has just attracted the power of the fire element.

After figuring out the key to this, the depression in Izzy's heart was swept away, and he felt suddenly enlightened, knowing where the problem was, he could see the tricks and find a solution.

After thinking about it for a while, Ichi set a corresponding exercise plan for himself, he needed to train the control of the elements from scratch, and only in this way could he gradually recover his ability to cast spells.

At that time, when you have regained the power of the elemental spirit, you will be able to try to communicate with the other elements, and then you will not have to listen to Medivan's instructions and let the power of evil energy defile your tribe.

As soon as the thought popped into his head, Izzy inexplicably asked himself again.

Is it really uncontrollable to control the power of evil power? Asking himself, Izzy immediately remembered one of the classes in Warcraft, that is, demon hunters, who are the real masters of evil power, and they are engaged in an endless struggle against the desire for destruction attached to evil energy in their hearts while venting the destructive power of evil energy on the creator of evil energy, Demon.

Besides, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent and not being defeated in a hundred battles can even accept it to the crow people who use the shadows, let alone the evil power? If you want to defeat the enemy who wields the evil power, you must understand the enemy.

With this in mind, Izzy put away all the things that Medivan had left behind, and maybe one day, they would come in handy.