Meditation, literally, is a technique and a way to attain concentration, to fully concentrate the mind, mind, and spirit in the primordial beginning; The ultimate goal is to guide the mage to some kind of esoteric realm.

The mages of Azeroth subdue the mind through meditation and transcend material desires; Feel the direct communication with the energy.

And those who rely on the alms of the higher beings also need to connect with their gods through meditation and prayer.

That's why the casters of Azeroth meditate. Although each has different methods of meditation, the needs of meditation are different.

Orondo also meditates, after all, this is the foundation of the mage's entry. Strengthening mana, deepening mana, and refining arcane all require meditation.

In addition to experimenting and exploring knowledge, ordinary mages often spend most of their time meditating.

Even beings of Egwen's level often meditate, and one meditation is a day or two.

Orondo rarely meditates.

Because of the presence of the Eye of Truth, he did not need to meditate to gain all kinds of arcane knowledge and quickly master them.

Orondo didn't have a good way to deal with the Sunwell's energy, so he could only choose the rarely used meditation method, hoping to find a solution to the problem.

In the vault that Kael'thas had prepared for him, Orondo opened the complete version of the Metri Scroll that Egwene had given him, leaving Elunis next to him.

Although he had memorized the full text above, the Eye of Truth had also parsed part of it.

There is also a part of the scroll, especially the part where Egwen himself took notes, which is particularly profound, and even the analytical ability of the Eye of Truth and Orondo's knowledge cannot be quickly resolved.

This part of the content is the core content of space and energy in the scroll. Orondo's intuition, and the analysis of the Eye of Truth, both believe that he needs knowledge and ability in this area now.

Close your eyes, start meditating, empty your head, and all that's left in your mind is this part of the Metri Scroll.

The first is space.

This is Quel'Thalas, the honeycomb, the colander, the sieve, which is the feeling given to him by the space around Silvermoon City, caused by the excessive use of space by the elven arcanists.

In spiritual perception, the surrounding energy is as dense as the sea in the ocean, and one's body is a jellyfish in the sea, floating with the water, constantly being passed through and then seeping out by the energy.

For thousands of years, every High Elf has been going through this process since birth. This makes each High Elf extremely gifted in energy, and raises the lower limit of Quel'Thalas's arcane abilities very high - every Queldore can actually become a full-fledged mage if Queldore wants to.

The spirit of comfort and pleasure brought about by the radiance of the Sunwell is the main culprit that keeps Quel'Salas without a universal mage.

As his meditation deepened and his spirit began to rise, Orondo felt strangely that he could actually taste the taste of the energy surrounding him.

This is explained in the Metri Scroll, which is the energy phase unique to each energy being. It also says that no two creatures in the Infinite Darkness can have exactly the same energy phases.

The first thing Orondo can taste is this energy phase of his own - slightly sweet, fresh, warm, and cheerful.

The sunwell energy is everywhere, and strangely, it tastes very similar to itself, and it is also slightly sweet, fresh, warm, and cheerful.

Then there is Elunis, which is cold and tasteless, full of devouring nature, as if forever hungry. Then there is the "Metri Scroll" placed on the ground, which is attached to Egwene's mana—strong, scorching like a flame, and stable, which is also Egwen's energy phase.

As the meditation level deepened again, Orondo's spirit became more and more drifting, and the arcane sense of smell that had just appeared disappeared, and the darkness was replaced by sight.

When he came to consciousness again, he found himself above a huge city.

It is a huge city with gold, red, and white as the basic colors, and it is magnificent, with towers everywhere, brilliant and clear, and full of energy and spiritual light.

In a trance, Orondo realized that this city, which was even more glorious than Dalaran, was the Silvermoon City of Quel'Thalas.

In this state, he can see very far and very finely. Even in the garden below the city, the face of the female elf reading on the stone chair and the content of the book she read.

Elves look like the moon, elves are reading books...... It turned out to be his book, "Sephorosa Energy Arrow".

Before he could tell how beautiful the elf really was, meditation made his consciousness and spirit drift deeper and deeper, and just as his sense of smell disappeared, so did his vision.

This time it was the sense of touch, the sense of touch in an endless darkness. In the endless darkness, there was not nothing, but all kinds of substances drifting towards him—hard stones, large clumps of powder, black ice, warm balls of light, vibrant plant rhizomes, crevices that make people's hearts chill, all kinds of unknown stickies, all kinds of strange bubbles.

He couldn't see them, but he could touch them.

In a trance, a kind of realization told him that this was the so-called void in the depths of the infinite darkness, in the mage's arcane knowledge.

What I have just come into contact with is the various forces in this vast and dark end, and their embodied matter.

In the Metri Scrolls, Egwen's notes tell him that after meditating on this level, he can't go deeper.

To go deeper, to break free from all limitations, beyond the boundless darkness, is beyond the reach of Egwene.

Orondo vaguely knew that in the future there would be a mage who would do this, and that mage would become an astral mage.

Taste, sight, touch. Orondo has been there, but he still hasn't found what he's looking for.

What do you want?

Shielding from the intrusion of sunwell energy? Protect yourself from addiction and become a heartbreaker in the future?

It's easy to do this, just stay away from Quel'Thalas before the Sunwell is destroyed.

No, that's not the path I'm going to take.

What do I want?

Orondo asked himself in this strange state.

What do I want?

His consciousness began to disperse and emanate with his self-doubt, which was captured by certain beings in the infinite darkness.

In this outer space, there are too many high-level beings.

It may be that he happened to be the closest, and several brilliant and dazzling beings like the sun were the first to contact him.

"Hello ......"

They were very polite.

"Have you heard of the Light?"

It's not the path I chose.

Orondo refused.

"May you never fall into darkness......"

They departed very gently.

Soon after the glorious will left, a new will contacted him, "Alien soul, what do you want?" Want to go back to your hometown and see the wider world? We can help you! ”

They know that their souls do not belong in this infinite darkness!

Orondo's consciousness jolted.

If it weren't for the unconcealable stench of the void they emitted, Orondo would have almost believed it!

"I want to go home, but unfortunately you can't help me. , guys who can only shrink into the Void Plane. ”

Their roar and rage through the dimensional barriers have destroyed many planets and spaces at the edge of the universe.

They were too far away from him, and they could only be so impotent and furious.

The spirit and soul wandered in the void for an unknown amount of time, and it was a long time before a new will contacted him.

Compared to the mildness of the first will, the temptation of the second will, the third will to contact him is simply rough and direct:

"Believe in me, mortal. I will give you supreme power. ”

"Get out!" This time, Orondo did not hesitate, and the arcane order in his spirit made it easy for him to distinguish the smell of sulfur and chaos that the other party had well concealed.

"Don't want power? So, what about rights? The right to rule over countless planets, countless creatures! ”

"Get out!"

"And no power, then I can give you eternal life."

"Get out!" Arcane is naturally anti-evil, and Orondo barely thought about it, and added, "I'm Sargeras's father!" ”

This time it was the other party's turn to be silent.

"Really, soon I'll be Sargeras's dad." Orondo threw words at Him with his will.

"Get out!" It was the other party's turn to send him the message.

"Haha!" This is Orondo's reply.

The will full of extreme destruction ignored him anymore, and was angry with him.

Orondo's joyful consciousness continued to wander the void, aimlessly.

He began to realize that he was in trouble. The meditation was so deep that the mind was so detached from the body that Orondo felt as if he couldn't return to his body.

I don't know how long it took for him to come across a new will, one that felt similar to Elunis.

He was curious about him.

"One...... Mortal mage. It's funny. ”

"Who are you?"

"I don't know. Not...... I smell a little of the same kind in you, I have compatriots by your side? ”

"Elunis. Maybe it's it. ”

"Hmm...... That reckless Elunis. I know it. ”

Orondo realizes that he has encountered the same arcane elements as Elunis.

His consciousness of order after being cleansed by arcane arts does not reject him at all, which means that he is in the same camp as himself.

Only the presence of an orthodox arcanist and the Order's side would give him this feeling.

"You, I mean you and Elunis, also have a world of their own? Are you many of them? ”

"The world? We're all ...... In the endless darkness. There are not many of them, me, Elunis, Manonas, Derekna, Warosids, I only know a few of us. In the distant past, there used to be a lot of us. But there are some of our compatriots who have mutated, who have become planets, who have forgotten us, who have become different from us. ”

"Planet...... Can you turn into a planet? ”

"I'd be interested in answering your question. Funny mortal mage...... But you should go back, stay here any longer, you'll die. ”

"I can't go back. My meditation was out of control. ”

"Interesting mortal mage, let me help you."

In an instant, a wave of force majeure came.

Orondo only felt himself falling down as fast as he could, not knowing how long it had been falling. When he came to his senses again, he found himself in the secret room that Uncle Kael'thas had arranged for him, with the Metri Scroll spread out on the ground in front of him.

The young mage was stunned.

Purified arcane, balanced path, neither extreme nor conservative, only take the middle, everything is in order.

That's how the fellow Elunis felt him.