What exactly happened?!
Countless beings were paying attention to this event!
Such a shocking explosion was not something that could be caused by an ordinary battle, nor was it something that Pharaoh's failed experiment or the goblins' collective suicidal behavior could achieve.
After Lothar brought his men into Karazhan, King Laing, who had been staring at the magic transmission, rushed up like a madman. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the magic image that looked like a large mirror.
Originally, it was the scene of the fierce battle in Karazhan, but now it was only pitch black.
"Who can tell me what happened in Karazhan?!" Laing was almost gritting his teeth, suppressing his uneasiness and nervousness as he asked the court mage beside him.
Several old mages looked at each other, and in the end, the oldest one stood up.
"Your Majesty, it should be a big explosion in Karazhan. Judging from the sounds at the scene and the final impact, it should be His Excellency Duke Marcus killing the Demon King Sargeras, and then His Excellency Medivh regained his sanity at the last moment. Then, he used the artifact magic staff Atiesh and all the power of Karazhan to attack Sargeras … "
The old mage tried to explain his speculation in terms that would not provoke Laing, but he did not say the result, because what happened next could be imagined by everyone.
As for the characterization of Medivh, this was a taboo in the entire kingdom's upper echelons. Many nobles, whether openly or secretly, proposed to label him as a traitor and nail him to the pillar of shame, but these were forcefully suppressed by Laing. In fact, it was precisely because King Laing was slow to label Medivh as a traitor that the uninformed nobles ran to Karazhan to seek refuge.
Laing punched the communication mirror, and there was a muffled sound. "Restore communication as soon as possible. No matter what news there is in Karazhan, I must know immediately. I am going to hold a military meeting now! "
The aftermath of the Karazhan explosion had a far-reaching impact, and it had various meanings and effects on all levels.
Especially on the Orcs.
To the south of the Swamp of Sorrow, the Horde camp, which was now called the Cursed Land by humans, was still in full swing. The tribal campsite, which had a diameter of over a hundred kilometers, was expanding every day.
Gul 'dan's Shadow Council's headquarters was located in a small clan that couldn't even be considered famous.
This was a secret stronghold that Gul 'dan had specially set up for the safety of himself and the Shadow Council.
Something big had happened here today.
While Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, was fighting against Lothar's assault team and the dragons, Gul 'dan, the true leader of the tribe, 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.
Furthermore, due to the language barrier between orcs and humans, as well as the huge difference in body size, the Horde was unable to gather any intelligence on Stormwind. The only thing they could do was to rely on the reports from the scouts riding on the wargs.
From Gul 'dan's point of view, Medivh was a powerful wizard with ulterior motives, a schemer, and an unreliable partner.
That was why ever since the orcs had arrived in the World of Azeroth, Gul 'dan had been thinking of ways to get rid of Medivh's power. He used his power to locate the galactic coordinates of Azeroth, and used his power to reinforce this unstable portal.
Although the Horde's warriors seemed to be reinforcing day and night, only Gul 'dan, who was in charge of the Dark Portal, knew. Because of the instability of the portal, at least 20% of the warriors had died in the void.
Of course, it wasn't that no orcs had asked Gul 'dan why it was like this.
It was easy to pass the time.
Because Gul 'dan had said from the start, "Only the strongest orcs can safely pass through this portal and fight for the Horde. Those who were weak would all die during the teleportation. The weak are not fit to be warriors of the Horde! The weak have no right to live. "
When they were teleported over, there was indeed a long distance where they were completely exposed in the void. That was just a few dozen seconds of suffocation, but it misled the Horde's warriors. Oh, so so-and-so didn't make it through that part. He was really weak!
The weak had no rights. This was the common understanding of the orc tribes for thousands of years.
There were a few times when the orcs asked, but no one asked anymore.
In reality, those guys were all like flies that had hit an electric mosquito swatter, directly smashing into the spatial barrier of Azeroth and instantly turning into ashes, drifting away with the cosmic wind to who knew where.
But at this moment, the transmission of the Dark Portal was still relying on Medivh and Gul 'dan's cooperation to maintain it.
Well, almost at the same time that Sargeras was sent into the abyss by Medivh, Gul 'dan, who was like a conjoined twins, was in big trouble.
As the leader, Sargeras suddenly withdrew the mental strength that was maintaining the Dark Portal, and the burden fell on Gul 'dan's shoulders. It had to be known that the original leader, Medivh, and Gul 'dan had put in 70% of their mental strength!
This time, a mental shock that was a million times more terrifying than an ancient tsunami suddenly rushed into Gul 'dan's spiritual sea.
"Ahh-" Gul 'dan suddenly let out an incomparably shrill scream. He covered his head, curled up like a shrimp, and fell to the ground, unconscious.
The boss who controlled the entire situation had fainted for no reason, and the entire Shadow Council was in chaos.
The chaos behind the orcs didn't affect the orcs' actions on the surface. In the eyes of the great chief Blackhand, cutting off the reinforcements wasn't a big deal. According to the ratio of casualties in most battles between orcs and humans, it really wasn't a big deal for one orc to fight ten humans.
The hundreds of thousands of orcs in front of him were enough to destroy all humans.
The Horde's offensive showed no signs of stopping.
Duque didn't know about the changes between humans and orcs. After who knew how long, Duque woke up.
"Cough, cough, cough! Hey! Uncle Noxus, are you dead? If you're dead, make a sound. "
Smoke and dust filled the air, and debris covered the ground. The dissipating arcane energy mixed with a small amount of evil aura, making the top floor of Karazhan so dark that one couldn't even see their fingers.
"Hmph!" Noxus' voice came from not far away. "Rascal, I won't die even if you die. Also, I hope that the people who have gone through life and death with me will call me by my name in the future, and not my surname. "
"Ah, Andoine, I actually just told you to make a sound, I didn't tell you to say so much. But judging from your voice, it seems that you really won't die. "In fact, Duque's body was sore now. It wasn't because of physical injuries, but because of the chaos in the arcane circuits in his body caused by the explosion.
"Okay, where's Garona? Garona!? " Noxus called out a few times, but there was no response. Noxus then asked tentatively, "Do you know how Medivh is?"
A weak voice sounded. "Oh, old buddy, I'm not the first one to ask after the explosion. I'm so sad."
Huh!?
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