Lothar, Khadgar, and Garona immediately set off for Karazhan, and just as they were about to arrive at the open-air flight point of the Karazhan Tower, a violent explosion occurred at the top of the Karazan Tower, the top tower named the Tower of Medivan.

Garona, who was sitting behind the griffin, was shocked off the spot and disappeared, and Lothar and Khadgar were still firmly bound to the falling griffin by the straps in the saddle.

The griffin tumbled and fell in the sky, and Lothar and Khadgar were a little panicked.

Lothar kept tugging at the reins in the hope of waking up his old buddy, but it obviously didn't work, and the solid rocky pavement of the upwind trail was about to become a desperate place for the two of them to be bloody and dead.

In the middle of life, Khadgar suddenly recited a spell aloud, and layers of thin arcane barriers were born under them out of thin air, and the griffin's body fell on the barrier as if it had landed on layers of plastic wrap, the thin barrier continued to shatter, and the speed of the two of them falling was slowing down.

Eventually, the two and the griffin landed safely, and Khadgar and Lothar were both covered in cold sweat and trembling on the ground, and anyone who experienced such a parachute jump would be terrified.

Lothar glanced at Khadgar gratefully and thanked him, "Thank you, kid. ”

Khadgar waved his hand weakly, in fact, even he didn't know if this spell worked, this spell was a shield spell he had learned from Karazan's library, different from the normal hardened shield, this is a soft shield, in the face of attacks such as impact, better protection than ordinary shields.

Lothar patted the griffon's head to wake it up, there must be a battle going on on the tower now, and Lothar was a little anxious.

The young mage Khadgar is the same now, but at the same time he is also worried about the safety of Garona, who is the only friend Khadgar has made in Karazan, and despite the different races, they often quarrel, but Khadgar knows that Karona is a hard-working orc, and he brought Garona out of Karazan by himself, so he has to take responsibility for Garona's life.

At this time, Lothar opened his kettle and poured it on the griffin's beak, which directly woke up the unconscious griffin, who didn't seem to quite understand what was going on, and when he saw Lothar, he rubbed his head affectionately against Lothar's chest, and then suddenly let out a sneeze, spraying Lothar's disgusting water stains.

Lothar wiped her face with her sleeve, quickly mounted her griffon, and said to Khadgar, "Hey, kid! ”

What they saw was what was happening at the top of the tower, the battle between Izzy and Medivan.

Now there was a strange situation on the rooftop, and Lothar and Khadgar could not determine the truth of the words of Izzy and Medivan, but Medivan did not seem to be in a hurry at all.

Izzy didn't hesitate any longer, he felt that he was wasting his time, and he was very disturbed by Medivan's fearless gesture, and he decided to ignore the ideas of Lothar and Khadgar, and rush up with his warriors to completely deal with Medivan.

Izzy glanced at Lantrisso, roared, and charged at Medivan, who raised his long-handled sword and shouted:

"Attack!"

The orcs present followed Izzy to kill the astral mage, and Medivan looked at his nails fearlessly, and whispered softly:

"It's too late, my strength has been restored, and now, it's time for you thieves to pay for trespassing into my home!"

Medivan raised his hands in the air, and in an instant, a huge cloud of arcane energy condensed, and that energy flew into the sky, into the dark clouds, and then turned into purple lightning and slashed into Medivan's hands.

With a hideous smile on his face, Medivan raised his right hand in the direction of Izzy and slammed a lightning whip forward, and a dazzling power grid slapped up like a mountain.

All the orcs, including Izzy, were all hit, and they were like they were electrocuted, wrapped around the power grid, convulsing, and those who were more seriously injured were already foaming at the mouth, and their bodies began to smoke, and then turned into a humanoid torch like an electrified piece of meat.

Izzy gritted his teeth and persisted, staring at Medivan and his smiling face with bad intentions.

Mediven looked at Lothar as if he were chatting at home, and said with a smile: "Lothar, old friend, I helped you subdue the chief of the orcs, you can bring him to Ryan and get the information you want from his mouth." ”

Lothar stared at Medivan's familiar smiling face, but felt extremely unfamiliar.

"No, old friend, I'm not here for these orcs, I'm here to seek the truth. ”

The smile on Medivan's face vanished, and he grimaced, and said, "The truth? The truth can be cruel at times, and I suggest you abandon this idea." ”

"You summoned the orcs, and you revealed the information about the Stormwind Kingdom to the orc tribe, right? ”

Medivan sighed and looked at Khadgar.

"Young trust (Khadgar's name, which means trust in dwarven language.) You've betrayed my trust in you, and when you came to Karazhan, I should have made you disappear like I had killed the other Kenrito apprentices. ”

"Why, teacher, why are you doing this?" Khadgar asked Medivan with a sad face.

"Why? You won't understand what I said, that's what I'm supposed to do as a guardian, and when I get rid of you, I'll use these orcs to conquer this world, and then burn this hopeless world to the ground!"

"Who the hell are you?" Lothar angrily drew her golden greatsword and pointed it at Medivan's bland face.

"I'm Medivan, a dark soul born corrupted, the bitter fruit of a vile seed, unreasonably branded with a false life, a false goal. ”

"My mother, the former Guardian Egwene, gave birth to me entirely to satisfy her ugly arrogance, in her eyes I am a tool to inherit the power of the Guardians, and in the eyes of the Council of Tirisfa, I am a weapon against the demons for them, to ensure that they can sit in that pathetic backward magical city and study those wretched magic, I am a collection of tools. ”

Medivan burst out laughing.

"Now the irony is that the weapon against the demon has fallen into the hands of the demon, and I'm happy to be myself!"

Lothar looked at Mediven sadly and lowered the greatsword in his hand.

"You're not Medivan, at least not anymore, old friend, I don't know if you still have the good side of you as a human in your body, but I think I have to stop you now. ”

Medivan frowned, suddenly stretched out his right hand and shook it, the space in his right hand was immediately distorted, Medivan grabbed a person from the distorted space, it was Garona, he grabbed Garona's neck, and said to Lothar:

"Old friend, lay down your weapons, your sword means nothing to me, you can't stop anything, I don't want to be your enemy. ”

Lothar raised his greatsword, put on a posture ready to draw his sword, and said:

"Medivan, you're at odds with all of Azeroth, so put away your hypocrisy and let's get started!"