However, Onexia's lair is indeed quite close to Theramore, and it is estimated that Gianna will need to help at that time.

"Okay, no problem, I'll bring someone to help you then."

Gianna naturally did not hesitate to agree to Claudia's request on the spot, as always.

"Thank you, Gianna."

Claudia thanked her.

"It's okay, this is what I should do, I was also responsible for Varian's disappearance in the first place, and if there is a clue to find him, I will naturally do my best to help......"

Gianna sighed and said, "But for now, let's focus on Angela's battle first, and we can only think about other things if we survive." ”

"Hmm." Claudia nodded and asked, "When is Egwene coming?" ”

Gianna replied, "When I contacted her with the crystal ball, she said it was tomorrow evening. ”

"Gianna, you say...... Why did Egwene have to participate in this battle? Could it be that her mana has been restored? ”

Claudia couldn't help but feel a little strange.

She had been with Egwene for more than a year, and she knew Egwen's situation very well.

Egwene herself didn't have much mana left, Claudia had never seen her fight, and she was usually only responsible for imparting knowledge, giving advice, giving advice, and the like, and at most lending Elunis to Gianna.

And in terms of personality, Egwene also seems to have a hard time reminiscent of her being the strongest guardian of the past.

Egwen is kind, wise, tranquil and extremely patient, and the things she usually cares about most are raising flowers, basking in the sun, and reading books, and as long as Claudia doesn't say anything, she won't ask what threats there will be on the mainland, not so much that she is a guardian and more like an old lady next door.

Why is it that this time she is suddenly interested in Angela's battle?

Gianna was also a little puzzled.

"The master's mana has not recovered, and I asked her why she came, and she said that it was her fate, but more specifically, she would not say more."

Claudia frowned.

"Because of fate? Such an ethereal thing? ”

"I don't know." Gianna shrugged.

The next morning, Stormwind.

Egwene put down his pen and rolled up the parchment paper and stuffed it into the letterbox, and with a flick of his fingers, a Tirius Mystic sigil appeared on the letterbox.

She tucked the letterhead into her bosom, stood up, and patiently pruned, watered, and fertilized the flowers she had raised, and by the time she was done with all this, it was already morning.

"It's time, it's time to leave."

Egwene looked up at the rising sun, picked up Elunis and walked out, and when she reached the door, she met Fennie, the courtmaid who usually served her.

"Lord Tarbeza, are you going to the front?"

"Well," Egwene smiled and nodded, "I'll be out longer this time, and I'll trouble you to take care of my flowers for me in my absence, Fernie." ”

"I see, sir." Fennie solemnly agreed.

After leaving Stormstormhold, Egwene removed her magical disguise and went to a modest wooden house in the Twilight Forest, where Merry Winterwind still lived in seclusion.

"Merry, I need your help...... Egwene got straight to the point, detailing her request, and she handed the last two Tirisfa sigils to Merry.

"You still have the mana to make such a thing? You're in good condition, right? Friends. Merry asked worriedly.

Egwene laughed, "It's okay, Gianna got a lot of arcane fires from Malygos some time ago, and she gave most of them to me, the teacher, otherwise where would I get the extra mana." ”

Merry was relieved, "Okay, I see, speaking of which, you've really taken in a good apprentice, Egwen." ”

"Hmm." Egwene smiled and nodded.

Time was tight, and Egwen didn't stay with Merry for long, and soon after, she went to Karazhan.

Egwen walked through Karazhan's former rooms, staring at the apparitions belonging to Elan and Medivan in each room, reminiscing about the past, and her face was sometimes tearful, sometimes smiling, and more often, her face was nostalgic and emotional.

The tower was built by Egwene when she was younger, and at that time she was so powerful that even the dragonlords and sargeras's clones were no match for her, and her arrogance and conceit were also forged by her great strength, and she went her own way, ignoring the orders of the council.

Eventually, Egwene's conceit led to her tragedy.

Twenty-five years ago, it was in Karazhan that she was defeated by her own son, Medivan, who lay on the cold floor of Karazhan and tasted the bitter fruit of her own making.

In the time since, Egwene has regretted her past foolishness more than once, and when she learns that Medivan has been killed, Egwene's mother, is even more devastated.

Since then, all her former pride as a guardian has disappeared, and in her place has been replaced by the rich feelings of an ordinary woman, the feelings that she used to repress are abundantly vented, and the light of humanity shines in her.

Her arrogance and lack of sight led to the permanent damage to Azeroth, for which she also paid a long time to atone, she spent her life to resurrect Medivan despite the imminent exhaustion of her mana, and it was later the Maddie Cultural Prophet that the mortals united and defeated the Burning Legion at Mount Hyjal.

After the victory in the war, Medivan came to visit Egwene and released a mana barrier for Egwene to protect his mother's safety, and that was the last time Egwene saw his child, and since then Medivan has gone to the astral plane and never returned to Azeroth.

In Egwen's reminiscences, time passed minute by minute, and soon, time was on the verge of dusk.

An arcane mark shone on the palm of Egwene's hand, and she immediately came back to her senses, looked at the sky outside the window, sighed and said, "It's been this time, I always feel a little regretful, but it's ......"

Egwene laughed to himself, "Regret is actually a part of life, so be it, it's time to fulfill my duty as a guardian, one last time." ”

With that, she turned away without hesitation, teleporting to Kalimdor.

That same night, a luxurious carriage, escorted by several private soldiers, entered the gates of Stormwind, with Katrana and Varian occupying them.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty." Katrana said softly.

Varian pressed his brow with his hand and whispered, "I feel strange, Katrana, I always feel like I've forgotten something important when I get back to this city. ”

"Don't be in a hurry, Your Majesty," Katrana smiled charmingly, "as long as you kill that witch, your memories will naturally return." ”

Katrana's voice had a special magical power, and Varian yawned, his face became a little confused, and he stopped thinking about those troubles, and said, "You're right, Katrana, where are we going next?" ”

Katrana said softly, "The nobles are waiting for your return at the Duke of Visak's Palace, Your Majesty, but before that, we still have to go to the Mage Tower, block the news, and open the city's anti-teleportation circle." ”

"In that case, do as you say, Katrana." Varian waved his hand, impatiently.

Katrana didn't care, and smiled sweetly, "Hmm." ”