After some pleasantries, Gianna took Lagash and Blair into the Mage's Tower. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Inside, he saw a beautiful woman with profound mana, and Lagash took a second look. It's not because she's pretty. It's that this lady gives the impression that she is very powerful. There is a desire to conquer by the strong.

The woman said, "Young man, I feel a dark aura enveloping you. ”

"Huh?" Lagash was stunned for a moment, and his face was more solemn.

Gianna stepped forward and said, "That's right, Egwen, I think someone stole Lagash's memory, maybe someone deliberately erased it. ”

Egwene? The penultimate Guardian of the Council of Tirispha, and the most powerful. As a guardian, she refuses to be a puppet of the council, and always maintains her goal in mind, fighting relentlessly against all the evils in the world. After 500 years as a Guardian, Egwene successfully defeated the source of evil, the Dark Titan Sargeras, with the help of the Blue Dragon Legion, and sealed his body. After this, her arrogance and arrogance made her even more defiant of the Council's dictatorship, and in order to pass on the powers of the Guardian to her descendants, she seduced the court mage Nelas Elam, with whom she gave birth to a boy, the future Astral Archmage Medivan.

Now she was aware that when she lost her magic, she finally acted as a game, and she became a pawn of Sargeras. Nearly destroyed the world.

Egwene knew this very well, and she self-exiled herself to Kalimdor. She has been living alone for twenty years, and this life can still make her feel comfortable. Truth be told, the last twenty years had been the happiest of her life compared to the hundreds of years before her exile to Kalimdor.

She once believed that these hills, surrounded by lofty mountains, were enough to escape the hustle and bustle of the world; The enchantment she set up was so low-level that it wouldn't attract the attention of others at all; And no one will come to her at all. But now it seems that all of this is just a bubble.

"I can't believe you're still alive."

The Prodmore woman's voice sounded like she was only in her teens. Egwene knew that this wasn't her true tone, and that she was only doing it to test her identity.

Prodmore went on to say, "You have always been a hero to me. When I was an apprentice mage, I already knew about your legacy—you were the best and greatest guardian. ”

I thought that the trembling old guys in Violet Castle actually wrote about her like this. Egwene felt a little furious in his heart. "It's not like that at all." Egwene didn't dare to think about it anymore. She lifted the bucket of water and turned to walk towards the hut. If you're lucky, Prodmore might be gone.

But Egwene doesn't seem so lucky today.

Proudmore followed: "It is because of you that I can become a mage. ”

"I regret that I used to be a mage." Egwene muttered.

"I don't understand. Why are you here? Why didn't you tell others that you were alive? In that case, you can help us extinguish the burning-"

The barrel fell to the ground, and Egwene jerked to Prodmore, "I have my own reasons here, but you don't need to know. Now, please stay away from me! ”

Very unfortunate. These words not only did not blow away the woman, but also made her take off the disguise of a little girl and restore her true face as a leader. "I'm afraid I can't obey my fate. Magna, you're so important to us—"

"Now I don't matter anything, don't you understand, you stupid little girl? I don't deserve to be a human at all, not even orcs, trolls, dwarves. ”

Prodmore straightened his back. Egwene could see the tremendous magic that was surging inside the girl. She suddenly realized that although she was still a little girl, her magic was not to be underestimated. The fact that she was able to silently traverse the enchantment she had set up was a testament to her magic.

"I'm not a 'little girl', I'm a mage from the Kenrito Council."

"I've lived for a thousand years, it seems to me. It will be a few centuries before I will consider calling you a little girl anymore. Now, little girl, let's go—I want to be alone for a while. ”

"Why?" Prodmoor really sounded like he was confused. Egwene realized that the young witch might not really know her history—or that history had been erased long before Prodmore. Proudmoore continued, "You were the first to pioneer a woman becoming a mage, and you will always be one of the many unsung heroes of Azeroth. But how can you abandon—"

"Is it like that?" Egwene dropped the barrel and turned to walk towards the hut. She'll be back later.

Prodmore certainly wasn't going to give up on that. She followed Egwene through a crumbling wooden door. "Magna, you-"

Standing in what could be jokingly called the living room—the only room in the cottage, a room that doubles as a bedroom, kitchen, and dining room—Egwene exclaimed, "Don't call me that! I'm not a mage anymore, I'm not a hero at all. I don't want you to stay here. You say that I set a precedent for a woman to become a mage - on the contrary, I am the best commentary on why a woman should never become a mage. ”

"It's not like that," said Prodmoore, "because of you—"

Egwen put his hand over his ear. He shouted, "For the sake of all the sages in the world, please don't talk about it." ”

Proudmore said quietly, "You should know very well what I am talking about now. If it weren't for your efforts, the demons would have made a comeback, and we—"

"But what's the difference?" Egwene sneered and said, "Isn't the demon coming back yet?" Isn't Lordaeron ruined yet? Scourge isn't the dominant side yet? Didn't Sargeras win yet? ”

Speaking of the undead, Proudmoor couldn't help frowning. Remembering the massacre of Alsace, Egwene didn't care. "You can deny all your merits," Proudmore said, "but that doesn't change the facts. It was you who aroused all---Prodmore laughed—"-the infinite hope and enthusiasm in the hearts of all those little girls who aspired to be mages. My favorite story from my time at Violet Castle is the story of you being chosen by Scarville to become the first female mage. Scarville was the first archmage to see the enormous potential of a female apprentice mage, and many of the Tirisfa Guardians praised him for his wise choice—"

Egwene couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, the sound of piercing laughter lingering for a long time. She was out of breath with a smile. She started coughing, and it took a while for her to recover. After thousands of years, her body has begun to age and weaken, but a vitality and vitality still stubbornly remain in her body, so that she will not faint from a burst of laughter.

In fact, it was the most laughing she'd ever had in hundreds of years.

Prodmore seemed to have a lemon in his mouth, and his face was red and white: "I don't see what's funny about this?" ”

"Of course you can't see it." Egwene giggled and gasped a few more times, "If you believe this nonsense, you naturally can't see it. Egwene took a deep breath and let out a sigh, "Since you insist on invading my privacy, then, Princess Prodmore from noble Theramore, please take a seat." Egwene gestured to a wheat-straw chair. It had taken her a whole year to weave the chair in her third year of exile, and she was reluctant to sit on it herself. "Let me tell you how I became a Guardian of Tirisfa. And why don't I want to call myself a hero......"

Unexpectedly, the reclusive Egwene was discovered by Gianna, the queen of Theramore, by chance, and was finally moved by Gianna's kindness, and she now serves Gianna as a housekeeper and advisor, and calls her a pseudonym. to avoid any unnecessary trouble. (To be continued.) )