Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

The spell Alaric used was one of the most commonly employed spells by the mages of Azeroth in battle: the classic Froststorm.

This spell typically calls down cold ice shards from the sky, inflicting damage while also slowing down enemies.

Due to the irregular shape and relatively small size of the ice shards, they cannot cause significant damage to trained warriors; their primary purpose is to impede the enemy's speed.

However, this support-oriented magic became a devastating weapon against the orcs in Alaric's hands.

The initial low temperature and blizzard quickly slowed the enemies, preventing them from escaping the magic's range. 

As the magic and water elements continued to gather, lethal ice spikes began to form.

Within seconds, all enemies who failed to escape the magic's range were turned into a sieve by the relentless onslaught of ice spikes.

This was Alaric's first time using Froststorm, and also his first attempt to modify it.

The unfortunate orcs became his test subjects.

The duration of the Froststorm spell was not long, and soon Alaric ceased his incantation. 

The snowflakes stopped falling, and the cold air on the battlefield was gradually dispersed by the warm winds of late summer.

Only the strange sight of the battlefield strewn with ice shards and the orc wolf riders, whose bodies appeared to have been executed by slow slicing, bore witness to the terrifying magic that had just occurred.

With no reinforcements, the orc wolf riders were quickly slaughtered by the human soldiers who surrounded them.

Thus, this battle was counted as a victory for humanity.

However, no one present felt excited about it. Even the victorious soldiers were shocked by the orcs' bloodthirstiness, belligerence, and madness.

It's worth noting that even when faced with despair, the last batch of surrounded wolf riders still launched a frenzied counterattack, inflicting casualties that were double their own number.

Calculating it this way, if it weren't for Alaric's magic eliminating the orc reinforcements, their side would have likely faced a significant defeat.

However, war doesn't operate on "what ifs." Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat.

In the time that followed that night, the soldiers hurriedly cleaned the battlefield, gathering the bodies of fallen comrades and transporting the injured to the priests for treatment.

Yet, in the distance, no one was willing to clean up the orc bodies. 

The ice shards sticking out of the ground were as dangerous as shards of glass; walking here could easily injure one's feet. 

They decided to wait until the ice melted the next day before dealing with it.

For Alaric, both Glamon and the soldiers expressed deep gratitude, but the baron seemed to value Alaric more and was more willing to approach him. 

At such a young age, Alaric displayed remarkable magical talent, and as a mage, he clearly had a promising future. Glamon, as a noble, knew how to best associate with him.

However, most soldiers looked at Alaric with a mixture of gratitude and fear.

For these ordinary people, who were unfamiliar with magic and held it in reverence, Alaric, possessing such great power, had become an "outlier"—someone they felt they needed to avoid.

They would be grateful to him, obey him, but they would never truly respect him.

In fact, this is a situation most mages face.

All of this stems from a lack of understanding.

Compared to the physical strength and combat skills of warriors, the power of magic is too mysterious for ordinary people. 

Everyone can wield a blade; it's just that some people do it better.

Therefore, powerful warriors are worshiped by the common folk, while powerful mages evoke fear.

On the other hand, the high intellectual demands of mages further alienate ordinary people. 

Even in modern society, highly intelligent individuals often appear solitary and eccentric—they think in ways completely different from ordinary people.

Because of this lack of understanding, they feel fear, even after Alaric has just saved them all.

Humans are such contradictory beings.

Yet, how much does Alaric care about their opinions?

After observing the effects of his magic and organizing his thoughts on its modifications, Alaric headed towards the monastery with Garona.

Out of a complex mix of emotions, the two remained silent until Alaric spoke first.

"Why did you choose to stay? You had the chance to leave with them; if you hadn't warned us about the wargs, the orc ambush would have almost certainly succeeded."

This question caused Garona to ponder for a long time, and finally, as they reached the entrance of the monastery, the half-orc woman provided her answer.

"Because… I am now hesitant about which side I should be loyal to."

"I thought you had no concept of loyalty at all," Alaric joked lightly.

"I've said before, finding someone to rely on is better than fighting alone," Garona sighed. 

"Gul'dan is a powerful warlock, and he is more cunning than any chieftain. Following him would likely mean living longer… that's what I originally thought."

"Yes, following such a leader is indeed a good choice," Alaric agreed. "But why did you choose to stay?"

"Because… of trust," Garona replied.

"Trust?" Alaric looked at her.

"Yes," Garona said. "And orcs are inherently obsessed with power; Gul'dan is even more sinister and unpredictable. 

There, I would always live in fear, always needing to be wary of those around me…"

"In fact, it's the same among humans," Alaric added.

"But you are different." Garona looked into Alaric's eyes.

"What?" Alaric thought he had misheard.

"But you are different," Garona repeated. 

"You trust me, treat me kindly without fearing that I might suddenly attack you. 

You are willing to vouch for me to other humans; you even believe I won't leave with my kin."

"Yes, I trust you," Alaric nodded. "But that's because I understand you; I'm not like this with others."

"That's enough," Garona said firmly. "As long as you are willing to trust me, that is enough.

I only need someone who can treat me as an equal, someone I can rely on when I'm weary, someone to share sorrow and joy with, someone… I can entrust my back to."

"What a… simple wish," Alaric sighed.

Garona's somewhat humble request sounded so desolate.

Yet, now Garona wore a smile on her face.

"Yes, this is just a small wish from a half-orc born into slavery. But she has been praying, always searching for someone who can fulfill this wish. Now, she stands before her new friend."

As she spoke, Garona looked at Alaric with eyes filled with longing and anticipation.

"Will her new friend be the one to fulfill her small wish?"

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