Madisvan...... Archmage ......" Varian hesitated for a moment, finally adding his rightful title to the forbidden name. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Archmage Medivan, the top wise man among human mages and the culprit who brought about this catastrophe, Varian couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart.

If it weren't for the fallen Archmage Medivan, Varian would still be living happily in the royal palace of Stormwind, with his father, King Ryan, and his teacher, Anduin Lothar, and the people of Stormwind would not have suffered the boundless displacement and hardship they are now.

But for teenagers, there are always things that sane adults can't understand. Even now, Varian still has a longing and nostalgia for the dead Archmage Medivan.

Varian will never forget that on that day, Archmage Medivan walked into the garden area of Stormwind and said to Varian, who was practicing swordsmanship in the garden area, "Young prince, do you want to fly with me to the sky to see?"

It was sunny in Stormwind that day, but the smile on Archmage Medivan's face was kinder than the sun. The black beard under his chin was neatly trimmed, making his face, which was not aging, look a little more vicissitudes. On his body, the blue and white robe with a dark purple background color, and the inlaid gold edges are particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Who are you?" said young Varian, retracting his wooden longsword with childish confusion on his face. But then, it occurred to the prince of Stormwind that the nobles who could appear in the palace must also be nobles of status in Stormwind, or representatives of the people who came to Stormwind from the suburbs or the western wilderness to meet the king;

"I am your father's friend. With a charming smile still on his lips, Archmage Medivan stepped forward, leaned down slightly, took his little hand, and said gently, "Do you want to experience what it's like to fly?" ”

Flying may be a common dream that every child has ever had in their hearts. Who dares to say that when he was young, when he saw the birds in the sky, he did not have envy in his heart?

For the humans of the world of Azeroth, flying is not too far away. Among the holy arts and spells, there are ways to make humans off the ground, but there is still a certain gap between them and truly flying freely like birds.

The Stormwind Palace has dedicated mages, a way for the magical city of Dalaran to maintain a close relationship with the secular royal family. But Varian, as the most noble prince in Stormwind, could not, and was not allowed to, raise his little expectations to the court mages of Stormwind's palace.

Therefore, when the kind stranger in front of him asked if he wanted to experience the feeling of flying, Wari's excitement could not be expressed in words, and he could only nod his head like a chicken.

After that, that afternoon remained in Varian's heart forever like a lingering imprint. The warm sunlight, the unique smell of spices and magical herbs mixed with the strangers around him, the nervousness and apprehension in my heart when I first left the ground, the blue sky within reach, the white clouds passing by, whistling by, but looking back, the birds looking at me with incomprehension, the ants of pedestrians under my feet, the small sandcastles of Stormwind on the beach, the vast endless sea - this was the first and only time Varian had taken to the sky.

Later, Varian learned of Archmage Medivan's identity, but his father allowed him to refer to him as "Uncle Medivan". In Varian's heart, his father, Teacher Lothar and Uncle Medivan, were his most respected elders.

However, Uncle Medivan never came to Stormwind again, and in anticipation, Varian waited for the bad news of the orc attack. After his father's death and his mentor's journey to Lordaeron, Varian learned that Uncle Medivan, who always had a warm smile on his face, was the culprit behind the catastrophe!

Such news was like a bolt from the blue, and Varian could not accept it for a while. But the words that came out of the mouth of Teacher Anduin Lothar were as hard as iron. Eventually, the boy stopped calling Medivan his uncle, but Varian couldn't curse Medivan with hatred like the Remnants of the Storm.

Aking up from a trance of memories of the past, Varian looked at Mr. Lothar, who was still chattering beside him. Under the bright double moon light. Anduin Lothar's beard and hair, which had grown grayer over the years, fluttered slightly in the silent night breeze.

- What is the feeling in Mr. Lothar's mind now?Varian knows that Anduin Lothar and Medivan are close friends.

Anduin Lothar did not talk in detail about the battle in Karazhan's Wizard's Tower. But Varian understands how hard it can be for a close friend to swing his sword. For example, one day, if you want to show the blade of your hand to Arthas...... Varian couldn't imagine how hard it would be to do something like this.

Anduin Lothar didn't notice the abnormality of the disciples around him, but continued to recall the past: "However, although the divine sword in Medivan's mouth is indeed indestructible, my previous habit was to use a sword and shield...... Your father, Ryan said, to build me a one-handed sword that could rival this Excalibur. ”

Comparable to Excalibur?--Varian didn't know what was commendable about the Excalibur in Lothar's mouth, but if it was a god in terms of forging skills, the only ones who lived in the world of Azeroth were humans.

Sure enough, Anduin Lothar continued, "Ryan found King Magni of Ironforge and gathered the best iron ore that Stormwind and Ironforge could collect, and King Magni crafted this one-handed sword himself. ”

When King Magni heard this, Varian couldn't help but put aside his memories of Archmage Medivan for a moment, and focused his attention on the sharp weapon that was still sealed in the iron box at this time.

Aside from a slightly bizarre shape, Varian didn't see anything peculiar about the blade. But since it is the skill of the king of Ironforge, then this sharp blade can fully afford the praise of a divine weapon.

For stubborn dwarves, if they don't create a weapon or armor that surpasses their last creation, then they would rather destroy it.

Coupled with the fact that Anduin Lothar had just mentioned that he had used this sword to kill countless orcs, this made Varian even more interested in this blade, and he couldn't help but ask, "But Mr. Lothar, why don't you use this sharp weapon anymore?"