What is the Book of Medivan?

For outsiders with a confused face, this book is a treasure, an orange outfit, and a supreme artifact that carries the wisdom and power of the guardian!

For Khadgar, the 'own man' who has spent countless days and nights with the domineering president......

The Book of Medivan is one of Medivan's notebooks......

It's not particularly formal, and it's okay to write, draw, and make drafts on it.

But the Guardian's scratch paper, can that be called scratch paper!

Don't forget, with the name of Guardian, they are all a group of super-god-level nobles who can't pay for their lives, Karazan has a random silver-plated plate pulled outside with +13 top-level equipment with dazzling, and a random brick dug out of the garbage heap is at least purple.

Can the scratch paper that accompanies the Guardian day and night be a simple product?

What's more, when writing those new spells that are not formed, the Guardian is a condensation of arcane powers. Over time, the magic condensed in this book is no worse than that on a chicken leg stick.

Of course, magic is secondary, and the real value of this book is the 103,000 magic books recorded on it......

Well, it's wrong, it's one hundred and thirty teleportation magic arrays.

As a typical representative of being able to teleport and never step forward, Uncle Medivan is quite lazy. When he was not approached by Mr. Sa back then, Medivan was also a fairly sunny teenager, not the dead house that was still very tasteful later.

In the world of research (paid travel), Medivan, who was fascinated by the great rivers and mountains of Azeroth, left behind the ambition to defend this beautiful world to the death, and also left behind a dense portal. The peaks of Hyjal, the depths of the maelstrom, the endless snow of Northrend, the yellow sand of Silisus. The majestic palaces of the Broken Isles, the splendid mountains of Pandaria, and countless beautiful scenery have left the footprints of Medivan......

It makes sense that Ya likes to be a crow......

And not far from here, there is a portal left by the archmage.

And it's at the regimental level.

A permanent portal built by a young and ignorant guardian with nearly 200,000 gold coins. Many of these gem materials are even unmarketable to this day.

The young Guardian uses this portal...... Take out the trash......

As a poor B, you never know what the rich are thinking.

But no matter what madness the Guardian was back then, at least for now, for Lothar, the former garbage passage has become his biggest reliance. The goal of this raid is to use this portal to send these soldiers back to Stormwind.

Of course, Lothar also knew that the maximum teleportation limit for this portal was only 5,000 people......

And now, everything is already in order.

Looking at the nearly half-reduced legion, and the last bit of soldiers still rushing here in the distance, Lothar closed his eyes in pain. Gritting his teeth, he said lightly to Khadgar, who had come to him from tearing space:

"Let's get started!"

His face turned pale, and Khadgar felt depressed in his chest. The trauma from the aftermath of the previous explosion has not yet eased. But at this time, he could not worry so much, and half-kneeling on the ground, Khadgar opened the thick scroll, and pressed the intricate patterns on the book with one hand, and he recited the words:

"Darkness, give me strength! Admit it! I'm 0......"

Well, even if you're a Guardian, you're still a second-year old......

Space is distorted, and a terrifying amount of arcane energy pours out of the Book of Medivan, and then pours into the magic circle hidden in the alien dimension on the ground. Pale blue light shone on the ground, slowly joining into a complex and brilliant pattern.

Space is distorted, and air trembles.

On the battlefield in the distance, the fire of the soul burns brightly. In front of Gul'dan, all creatures with souls were prostrate on the ground in pain, their bodies spasming and their expressions painful. Whether it's a human, an orc, or even a wolf or a horse. Feeling the torture of their souls, they could not make any sound except a wail of pain.

And this scream, in Guldan's opinion, seems to be heavenly.

"Such a powerful struggle, it is indeed an excellent fighter!"

Slowly walking up to a knight, Gul'dan smiled with relief on his face. At this moment, the struggling knight suddenly grabbed the long sword on the side and swept towards Guldan.

And the weak attack, without even using spells, was blocked by Guldan.

"It's good that none of the Draenei clergy had such a determined soul back then. Tell me your name, warrior! ”

"Die, filthy green-skinned crumbs!"

"What a funny little guy. Originally, I wanted to give you a happy ending, but now...... It's a pity that you'll have to be in pain for a while longer. You will see yourself betraying your former relatives and friends, killing your own people, stained with the blood of your people, just like I was back then. I wonder if at that time, will you regret the stupid decision you made now? ”

As he spoke, Gul'dan felt a violent fluctuation in the space around him. For a warrior, such fluctuations are like a breeze blowing across their cheeks, and although they can be felt sensitively, they don't feel much. For legal professions, it's a different story.

Although the manifestations of arcane powers, evil powers, and so on are different, the essence is the same. They are all energy. And the mage, that's what it does. What they do best is the transformation of energy. And how could such a large energy fluctuation not attract Gul'dan's attention?

Casually sealing the knight's weak soul in his body, Gul'dan turned his head, a flash of excitement in his eyes. Although insidious and cunning, in his bones, the fanatical aggressiveness of the orcs still affects Guldan's words and deeds. And such a huge amount of energy, well, should be a teleportation array, and he just felt the directional fluctuations of space...... And how can you make Gul'dan not excited!

He's going to get a kick in the door!

Even if Ogrim didn't ask for it, he would have to intervene!

Evil energy gushed out from Gul'dan's hands, staining half of the sky green. Space trembled, the elementals wailed, and the Arcane, alien to the evil powers, began to roar in anger. And Khadgar, who was in the middle of the teleportation circle, also felt the abnormality of the space in an instant. The light of the teleportation circle vibrated violently like a candle in the wind. The soldiers in the middle of the circle didn't feel anything, but they were the 'navigators' of the entire circle's teleportation. Khadgar saw the problem.

Originally, the magic circle that only needed to infuse mana to be able to reach smoothly seemed to be passive!

No, it's not the magic circle that has been moved, it's the entire space!

Gul'dan, he used his evil energy to disrupt the coordinates of the surrounding space!

Damn, this orc, does he want to smash himself to death in the turbulence of space!

As soon as he grasped the Staff of Legend, Khadgar stood up, his eyes instantly turning a sparkling blue of the lake. And beneath his feet, the Book of Medivan slowly floated, the pages turning wildly and the hunting sound.

I can't fight you face to face, but you actually want to compete with me in spatial teleportation!

Fool, you're killing yourself!