Noah's so-called "better option" was simple.
End everything in one move.
He hadn't expected Lothar to invite him here just to cover a retreat.
That was an insult to a mage of his level.
Noah lifted his gaze toward Medivh standing on the mountain peak and felt the suffocating pressure of his magic.
This time, though, Noah didn't plan to let Medivh act.
There was no need.
It was better for him to conserve his strength for his struggle with Sargeras.
With that thought, Noah's magic surged.
A pale golden glow spread across his body as black runes rotated around him.
The pressure was so overwhelming that even Lothar found it hard to breathe.
Noah ignored everyone's reactions.
His eyes swept across the charging orcs-and the figure riding a warg on the distant hilltop.
He slowly raised his hand.
A strange rune appeared in his palm.
As magic poured into it, a pale golden halo formed above everyone's heads.
Under its protection, every attacking orc was stopped cold.
No matter how they struck, they couldn't break through the shield.
At the same time, Noah cast an identical barrier toward Durotan's position.
He couldn't tell subtle differences between orcs, but skin color was enough to decide who needed protection.
When that was done, Noah relaxed slightly.
At least there would be no more accidents.
Callum, that unlucky fellow, wouldn't die here.
"A magical shield?" Khadgar stared at the golden halo, then at Noah's imposing figure.
He swallowed.
"You don't need to manually control it?"
"Why would I?" Noah glanced at him as if the question were absurd.
"This kind of magic is bound to mental power. There's no need for active control."
"..." Khadgar rubbed his brow.
He felt like he and this mage weren't even speaking the same language.
This understanding of magic felt alien to him.
Eerie, even.
But after hearing Noah talk about other universes over the past few days, Khadgar was starting to believe it.
This wasn't their world's casting style.
It was simply... more convenient.
Noah didn't care what Khadgar was thinking.
He took a breath.
His magic erupted again.
This time, everyone-human and orc alike-felt an overwhelming heat surge toward them.
It was evening.
The sky was gloomy.
Yet it felt like standing at the edge of a volcano.
"Look up!"
"What is that?!"
A ball of fire condensed rapidly in the sky.
In moments, a fire dragon so massive it blotted out the sun took shape.
It roared.
Then it dove.
At first contact, countless orcs were reduced to ash.
The dragon rampaged through the battlefield.
Everyone beneath Noah's shields was spared.
But watching the dragon devour lives filled them with dread.
This wasn't just a spell.
It was a war machine.
A spell born for the battlefield.
Drop just one of these into an enemy camp during a large-scale war-
The soldiers of Stormwind didn't dare imagine it.
As they watched the orcs being slaughtered, they silently prayed nothing like this would ever be turned on them.
Their gazes toward Noah changed.
That thin, elegant mage now looked like something far more terrifying.
Almost demonic.
Durotan and the Frostwolf Clan were calmer.
Many of them remembered the ambush in the forest.
They had already seen this human's power.
Still, their hearts ached.
Even if these orcs had come to ambush them, they were still the same race.
Seeing them die so easily sent a chill through their bones.
"This mage..." On the mountain peak, Medivh stopped mid-casting.
If he didn't have to act, that was for the best.
His condition couldn't handle it.
Still, Noah's magic made him frown.
Such a large-scale, lethal spell was far too conspicuous.
Dropped on a real battlefield, the damage would be catastrophic.
Medivh shook his head.
He was wary of Noah.
But powerless.
At this moment, he even felt grateful.
If Noah hadn't acted, Medivh would have been forced to-and that would have worsened everything.
Blue light flashed.
Runes appeared beneath Medivh's feet.
He vanished.
"He left?" Noah caught the spatial fluctuation instantly.
Medivh's presence was gone.
Apparently, he felt there was nothing left for him to do.
Noah found it mildly amusing.
Looking at the nearly annihilated orcs, he released his control over the fire dragon and stepped out of the shield.
When the surviving orcs saw the dragon disappear, they fled in panic.
Their morale was gone.
Anyone would break after witnessing that.
Even Blackhand and Orgrim, still mounted on their wargs, began retreating.
Noah didn't intend to let them leave.
He'd come this far.
Why stop now?
With a casual flick of his hand, several green-skinned orcs were torn into spatial fragments.
The next instant, Noah vanished.
Blackhand and Orgrim suddenly found that demonic figure standing right in front of them.
Pale golden light radiated from him.
A color that should have felt holy.
Instead, it felt like hell.
"Where are you going?" Noah smiled faintly.
"I don't think you need to go anywhere."
Whether they understood him or not didn't matter.
Terrifying spatial magic froze them in place.
Then Noah tossed both of them into the Mirror Dimension.
Done.
He stretched lazily.
In another flicker, he appeared before Lothar.
Space twisted.
The two orc leaders were dumped onto the ground between the human and orc camps.
The Frostwolf Clan fell into stunned silence.
"Finished?" Lothar asked hoarsely.
"For an elementalist, the battlefield is where value is proven," Noah shrugged, saying it as if it were obvious.
"Though that's just a side job. I'm mainly a spatial mage."
"Don't talk about elementalists," Lothar said quickly.
"I'm asking-are they all gone?"
"Except for a few small fry that ran, yes." Noah spoke casually.
"These two should be the commanders. I'll leave them to you."
He snapped his fingers.
Pale golden magic converged.
A portal, two meters wide, opened.
The soldiers of Stormwind leaned closer.
And immediately recognized it.
Goldshire.
A major town outside Stormwind, days away from their current position.
Yet this mage had opened a door straight to it.
How could they not be stunned?
Noah didn't care what they thought.
If he did, he'd probably say that in a few decades, this would be basic knowledge.
"You discuss things at your pace," Noah said lightly.
"I'm going to sit at the Lion's Pride Inn for a while."
He stepped into the portal.
Lothar stared at the scene long after it closed.
Then he shook his head.
For the first time, he felt the era moving past him.
Elementalist.
That was what Noah called himself.
And his words echoed clearly.
For an elementalist, the battlefield is where they can best prove their value.
Judging by what he'd just witnessed-
Noah was an undeniable war machine.
If Azeroth ever produced mages like this...
The lives of warriors and soldiers would only grow harder.
"I hope Azeroth never sees such war machines again," Lothar muttered.
"And never sees such a mage."
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