In the original plot, at its peak, Egwene's strength was far above that of other mages, including her son Medivan.

The first time Sargeras had the honor of descending on Azeroth, he brought with him the Staff of Sargeras, which had been built by the entire Legion. The reason why this thing was created was to teleport Sargeras, so the clone at that time was basically the strongest clone ever made in the history of Sagath.

And Mr. Sa didn't mean to lose, the original plan was to shrink and recover his strength after Ai Xing ate the dragon, but he met Ai Ma who came to the door.

At first, Sargeras didn't think so, but he was surprised to see that his metal body was actually corrupted by Egwen's arcane powers, and it was a temporary possession plan B after losing.

And this plan was originally intended to control Ai Ma's mind, but Ai Ma's will did not give him any chance, but instead rewrote the seal on the basis of the Titan Seal, sealing Sargeras's corpse and staff to death.

In "The Last Guardian", when Khadgar was Medivan's apprentice, in the Karazan Fantasyland, he saw Egwene slashing all kinds of dragons and various burning legions, and then only told Alexstrasza about the situation and went up directly.

When these two fought, even the dragon kings were stunned and retreated. Khadgar was stupefied when he saw the vision of the battle between her and the Sa clone, and called the spell he used "a colorful lightning bolt that has never been seen in this world".

This kind of magic doesn't belong to any of the flames, ice, arcane, shadows, and so on at all, and basically belongs to the composition of mastering some cosmic energy back to the source, so it can erode the body of the total doppelganger.

In addition to the original Elder Gods, there were only two natives born in Azeroth at the pinnacle - Azhara, who held the Well of Eternity during the War of the Ancients, and Egwen, who did not have a son.

Egwen, the strongest Guardian, single-handedly defeated the incomplete Sargeras, creating spells that passed on the power of the Guardian without relying on the Council alone.

When everything was gone, the dragon's roar was gone, the sky was clear again, the dust had settled, and Orondo's trepidation was gone, and the shield of the arcane energy condensed by the Elunis crystal was pumped with all its might.

The shield dissipated, and he saw Egwene holding Etiyèsh in his hand, with a frosty face and looking up at a clear sky.

At this moment, Orondo's eyes were really sour. After all, he had just experienced the experience of nine deaths, after all, he was just a librarian on Earth just over a year ago.

He couldn't be like other traversers, and as soon as he came, he was extremely strong in spirit, and he could talk and laugh with a big guy like Sargeras.

When he was on Earth, he was not a human elite, just a small character who loved to read and liked to read.

At that time, killing a chicken would make your heart beat faster.

Come to Azeroth, if not for the help of the Eye of Truth. and Egwen's favor, there is no way to get to this point.

Without these two, with his character, emotional intelligence, IQ. In Azeroth, it is estimated that in the end, all that is left is to sell his property, and then shrink to the main city of Ironforge, which is probably the safest, to survive, laugh and watch the life and death outside, and wait for the saviors to make the world peaceful before leaving Ironforge.

The flowers in such a greenhouse are experiencing the almost certain death experience just now. Suddenly seeing my thighs save me, the feeling is indescribable in words.

So......

The thousand words in Orondo's heart turned into an emotional voice - "Mom! ”

Egwen: "......"

The Guardian watched speechlessly as he rushed over and hugged himself, hugging him very tightly.

So......

When some of the big men of Dalaran were full of magical aura, flickering, stepping on the magic circle on their feet, and the spatial ripples behind them were distorted, appearing on the nearby grass.

I saw that cold, beautiful, and incomparably powerful Guardian Lady being held by a male. And she also reached out to hug him, and the two hugged tightly.

Egwen: "......"

Speaker Dalaran: "......"

Antonidas: "......"

Kael'thas "......"

Kra Kalein: "......"

Dawn Vivo: "......"

Orondo: "Mom...... Huh......"

He saw several of the big men in Dalaran, and he also saw the strange smiles on their faces, and the rest of the words that had not yet been said finally did not dare to continue in front of the pale-faced Egwen.

Orondo quickly let go of Egwen, took a step behind, and blocked the bodies of Solan Lian and the others who were still unconscious on the ground.

At the same time, he shook his fingers, and his fingertips released arcane powers, lifting Solanlian's body without lying on the grass.

The grass is cool.

As for Kel'thugad, Ansrem Ruinwivolas Elam, who were still lying on the grass...... The three young mages are strong, and this bit of cool air is nothing.

He had just let Solan Lian, who had been stunned by the power of time, out of the cold meadow.

In the last teleportation circle, two senior mages came out. They are the founders of the Council of Tirisfa, the real rulers of the Council, Refthera Sarona and Novan Daywalker.

They were followed by a diminutive figure, Magnus Milhouse, the representative of the dwarf mages of the Council of Tiris.

It's so close to Dalaran, so close to the Guardian Temple. The great commotion caused by the Dragon of Time could not be felt by these most powerful mages in Azeroth at the moment.

In fact, they have long sensed the turmoil that is taking place here. It's just that the Dragon of Time has blocked the time and space here, and they don't have the power of Egwen, so they can't teleport over immediately.

As soon as the dragon of time receded and the blockade of time and space ended, the worried mages couldn't wait to come over.

I saw the scene just now.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

The scene of the guardian and the man hugging each other, the priests all saw it. Magnus Milhouse, a dwarf mage, his calves trembling at this.

The dwarf mage was originally a member of the Tyriss Mystic Society, and together with his colleagues, he hunted down Egwen. As a result, he and his colleagues were turned into rats by Egwene and thrown into a group of wild cats.

As the saying goes, the oldest ginger is the spicy.

Leftsera, who was already more than three thousand and almost four thousand years old, spoke first in this awkward atmosphere, and he looked at Egwen very politely: "Long time no see, ma'am. May the breeze of the Tirisfal glades take away your troubles. ”

Egwen said coldly, "There is only the wind of decay in the Tirisfal Glade, and it can't blow away anyone's troubles. ”

Refsela and Novan Daywalker glanced at each other, and the pair knew that Egwene was unhappy with them.

Because they were the first to ask Egwen to hand over the power of the Guardians, they were the ones who chose the next Guardian.

After Egwene refused, they were the ones who proposed to establish the Tirith Law Secret Spell to hunt down.

However, in the end, it was decided to stop hunting Egwene and not force her to be ruthless against the council.

People become elves when they are old, and elves are old goblins when they are old.

Leftsela smiled, a pair of eyes glowing with magic on the aging face of a rare old elf, and cast his gaze past Egwene to Orondo behind her.

Direct communication is not a no.

Maybe try the pillow wind.