"What do you mean?" Lothar asked.

Medivan's disbelief was followed by a frenzy, and he trembled with excitement.

"I said, there has never been any divine envoy Hu Feng, everyone has been deceived! The night elves should only know about it! The divine envoy is the condensed will of the god of magic! No wonder I can't feel the existence of the physical body! No wonder it feels like an oracle doesn't exist in this world!"

Now it was Lothar's turn to look incredulous.

"You say... The one standing below now is the Titan Deity?"

Medivan nodded quickly, staring at Hu Feng's figure without blinking, and followed King Admante into the inner city.

"Well, I can't figure it out, and I don't want to think about it, the mind of the gods is not something I can understand. Lothar shook her head and pulled Medivan down. They are also going to the Stormwind Fortress for a welcome party.

The banquet in Stormwind City is not much different from the banquet of the upper elves, and when night falls, the Stormwind Fortress is brightly lit, and the largest side hall is even more lively at the moment.

A group of human mages were rarely present at the banquet, but their real purpose was to pull those high-level elven mages who were sassy to ask questions.

Lothar was dancing with a few magic swordsmen at the moment, as if discussing martial arts.

Medivan was wondering whether he wanted to muster up the courage to go up and talk to Hu Feng, but when he was still struggling with his thoughts, he suddenly saw the divine envoy Hu Feng walking towards him with a wine glass.

"Medivan, the new Guardian. ”

"You... Hello, my lord, I... However, before Medivan could finish speaking, he realized that his eyes were dark, and he was immediately in a surging golden space.

God has no reason to do anything to me! Even if I find out the truth, I won't kill me!

Hu Feng smiled, "Don't think nonsense, this is just my spiritual world, you must have discovered my identity." ”

Medivin also laughed embarrassedly, "Uh... Yes, God, I began to find out when you were in the Valley of Heroes. ”

Hu Feng nodded: "Good perception, but this is not the point I want to talk about, otherwise I wouldn't have specially pulled you into my spiritual space." ”

"Speak!"

"It's about you, that's the main reason why I came to Stormwind, what I'm going to tell you next, you have to be mentally prepared, of course I'll also tell you how to deal with it, which requires your cooperation. ”

Medivan nodded vigorously, full of uneasiness and wonder what could he do other than be a guardian... Will the gods be too tight...

"You are Sargeras. ”

Burst!!!

After a long conversation in the spirit world, the outside world only felt that the two of them paused for a few seconds at the same time, and then returned to normal.

Medivan looked depressed and slowly sat down in the soft chair behind him, his eyes a little glazed. Hu Feng pulled over another chair, sat down next to Medivan, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, cheer up, where has all your Guardian's arrogance gone? Didn't I already tell you how to deal with it, follow the plan step by step, and you'll be fine. ”

Mai Diwen nodded when he heard this, and rubbed his face vigorously with his hands.

"That's right, now that we're in the initiative, with precautions and countermeasures, the evil gods won't win. "Medivan is an optimist, confident in everything, and only becomes gloomy and irritable when Sargeras is dominant.

But soon he collapsed his face again: "But the Divine Venerable... I feel sick at the thought of the evil god in me ... Can't you speed it up a little ... ”

Hu Feng slapped Madison's big wavy head, "Don't be in a hurry! I must remind you that you must be calm and use your greatest energy to cover up this part of your memory." You can voluntarily relinquish control when necessary. ”

"Okay, got it. One last question... Does the door of darkness have to be opened?"

"Well, you must open, such a good labor force, so much land and resources, don't want to be a fool. ”

Draenau.

The once glorious temple of Carabo is now hell.

The ruins of the walls, the unextinguished flames burned muffled everywhere, and the bodies of the draenei were strewn everywhere.

The few surviving draenei were tied in long strings like cattle and were brutally pulled away by the orcs.

The Black Hand High Chief kicked a corpse away and strode out of the city. A herald ran over panting and saluted.

"Great Chief, a few strange and gigantic glowing creatures have helped the Draenei, and both the Prophet Veron and the remnants of the Draenei have boarded a large ship that can float into the sky!

"Bastard, didn't you want to kill them all anyway!" the black hand kicked the herald seven or eight meters away, roaring angrily.

Gul'dan's figure appeared behind the black hand, "If those Naru rescued the Draenei, the tribe would not be able to catch up, and the air fortresses of those holy light creatures should have left Draenor by now." ”

The black hand smashed the stone wall next to him with a punch, looking unwilling. "So that's it?"

"No, of course not, my Great Chief. Gul'dan laughed hoarsely. "I'm starting to repeat the same dream now, there's a being guiding me, and now it's just a matter of waiting ... ”

"Soon, the tribe will have a new world, a whole new, vast and incomparably fragile. There you'll get everything you want, Big Chieftain, whether it's draenei or endless killing. ”

The Black Hand is convinced of this, his IQ is seriously in arrears, and he is good for nothing but a terrifying body of force. The Black Hand is an obedient puppet of Gul'dan.

"So what to do?"

"I'll tell you, Great Chief, but first, we have to build something... A door, to be exact. ”

Orgrim and Durotan rode their wolves across the lands of Shadowmoon Valley, heading towards Nagrand.

"I am now more and more sure that Gul'dan brings more destruction and self-destruction than strength. ”

Orgrim agreed with his friend, but he was also a little unsure: "It can't be so serious, no matter how powerful Gul'dan is, he can't destroy a world, right? There was a pause. "Neither can Goron. ”

Durotan shook his head wistfully, "I don't know, but my hunch has never been stronger, and I think we should have dealt with it sooner." ”

"Don't let other clans know what you think, these times are sensitive, and any sign of weakness will lead to ruin. Orgrim told his friend.

Durotan nodded, his heart full of bitterness. Is it only the madness that destroys everything that is a sign of bravery?

Orcs, what the hell is going on?