"Medivan ...... ** Master......" Varian hesitated for a moment, and finally added his rightful title after the taboo name.

** Teacher Medivan, for this top wise man among human mages, and also the culprit who brought about this catastrophe, Varian can't say what exactly feels in his heart.

If it weren't for the fallen ** teacher Medivan, Varian would still be in the royal palace of Stormwind, with his father King Ryan and his teacher Anduin? Lothar lives happily together, and the people of Stormwind will not suffer from the boundless displacement and hardship they are now.

But for teenagers, there are always things that sane adults can't understand. Even now, Varian still has longing and nostalgia for the dead Madison **.

Varian will never forget that on that day, Master Medivan walked into the garden area of Stormwind City and said to Varian, who was practicing swordsmanship in the garden area, "Young prince, do you want to fly to the sky with me to see?" ”

The sun was shining in Stormwind that day, but the smile on Master Medivan's face was more warm than the sun. The black beard under his chin was neatly trimmed, making his face, which was not aging, look a little more vicissitudes. On his body, the blue and white robe with a dark purple background color, and the inlaid gold edges are particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Who are you?" Young Varian put away the wooden longsword in his hand, childish confusion on his face. But then, the prince of Stormwind thought that the people who could appear in the palace must also be nobles with status in Stormwind, or representatives of the public who came to Stormwind City from the suburbs or the western wilderness to meet the king; Thinking of this, Varian bowed and made up for the due courtesy.

"I'm your father's friend." There was still a charming smile on the corner of Master Medivan's mouth, and he stepped forward, leaning down slightly and taking his little hand in the prince's slightly resisting movements. Then say gently, "Want to experience what it's like to fly?" My prince. ”

Flying may be a common dream that every child has ever had in their hearts. Who would dare to say that when he was young, he saw birds flying in the sky. Didn't you feel envy in your heart?

For the humans of the world of Azeroth, flying is not too far away. Among the holy arts and spells, there are ways to make humans off the ground, but there is still a certain gap between them and truly flying freely like birds.

There are mages in the Stormwind Palace. This is a way for the magical city of Dalaran to maintain a close relationship with the secular royal family. But Varian, as the most noble prince in Stormwind, could not, and was not allowed to, raise his little expectations to the court mages of Stormwind's palace.

Therefore, when the kind stranger in front of him asked if he wanted to experience the feeling of flying, Wari's excitement could not be expressed in words, and he could only nod his head like a chicken.

After that, that afternoon was like a lingering brand. Forever in Varian's heart. The warm sunlight, the unique smell of spices and magical herbs mixed with the strangers around him, the nervousness and apprehension in my heart when I first left the ground, the blue sky within reach, the white clouds passing by, whistling by, but looking back, my eyes revealed the birds looking at me, the ant-like pedestrians under my feet, and the small sandcastle-like Stormwind City on the beach. The Endless Sea - this is Varian's first and only flight.

Later, Varian learned the identity of Medivan's ** teacher, but his father. Allow yourself to refer to him as "Uncle Medivan". In Varian's heart, his father, Teacher Lothar and Uncle Medivan, were his most respected elders.

But then, Uncle Medivan never came to Stormwind again, in anticipation. What Varian had been waiting for was the bad news of the orc attack. After his father's death and his mentor's journey to Lordaeron, Varian learned that Uncle Medivan, who always had a warm smile on his face, was the culprit behind the catastrophe!

Such news was like a bolt from the blue, and Varian could not accept it for a while. But from Anduin? The words that came out of Lothar's mouth were as hard as iron. Eventually, the boy stopped calling Medivan his uncle, but Varian couldn't curse Medivan with hatred like the Remnants of the Storm.

Aking up from a trance of memories of the past, Varian looked at Mr. Lothar, who was still chattering beside him. Under the bright double moon light. Anduin? Lothar's beard and hair, which had grown grayer in recent years, trembled slightly in the silent night breeze.

――What is the feeling in Lothar's heart? Varian knows, Anduin? Lothar and Medivan are close friends.

For that great battle in Karazhan's Mage Tower, Anduin? Lothar did not talk to his disciples in detail. But Varian understands how hard it can be for a close friend to swing his sword. For example, one day, if you want to show the blade of your hand to Arthas...... Varian couldn't imagine how hard it would be to do something like this.

Anduin? Lothar didn't notice the abnormality of the disciples around her, but continued to recall the past: "However, although the divine sword in Medivan's mouth is indeed indestructible, my previous habit was to use a sword and shield...... Your father, Ryan said, to build me a one-handed sword that could rival this Excalibur. ”

Comparable to Excalibur? - Varian doesn't know what is commendable about the Excalibur in Lothar's mouth, but if there is a magic skill in forging skills, only the dwarves who live in the world of Azeroth like humans are the only ones.

Sure enough, Anduin? Lothar continued, "Ryan found King Magni of Ironforge and gathered the best iron ore that Stormwind and Ironforge could collect, and King Magni crafted this one-handed sword with his own hands. ”

King Magni's skills? When Varian heard this, he couldn't help but temporarily put aside his memories of Master Medivan **, and focused his attention on the sharp weapon that was still sealed in the iron box at this time.

Aside from a slightly bizarre shape, Varian didn't see anything peculiar about the blade. But since it is the skill of the king of Ironforge, then this sharp blade can fully afford the praise of a divine weapon.

For stubborn dwarves, if they don't create a weapon or armor that surpasses their last creation, then they would rather destroy it.

Plus Anduin? Lothar just mentioned that he had used this sword to kill countless orcs, which made Varian even more interested in this blade, and he couldn't help but ask, "But Mr. Lothar, why don't you use this sharp weapon anymore?" (To be continued.) )