The sudden sound of Medivan made the regent Lothar quickly end the meeting that didn't make much sense.

Then, the man, who was full of shock and doubt, instructed the court mage to turn on the highest alert of the palace's defense circle, and walked out of the palace of the new storm kingdom alone, heading to the meeting place that the voice had told him, in a forest next to the royal city.

Lothar didn't bring any guards, just held the "Great Royal Sword" tightly in his hand.

As the only Golden Legend warrior in the human world at the moment, he was confident enough to meet this mysterious man who was posing as his best friend alone.

Of course, if even he is in any danger, then no matter how many guards he brings.

Under Lothar's will, on the initially activated Titan God Relic "Great Royal Sword", the pure golden power of sublime goodness continued to flow back and forth on the sword body.

This powerful weapon that can prove to resist the blow of the Guardian Dragon King gives him the confidence that he can guarantee his escape in the face of any strong enemy!

"Come out!"

"You're not Medivan!"

"Medivan has fallen into the distortion of the Dark Gate's space-time spells because of the demigod warlocks of the Horde."

The right hand of the regent vigilantly touched the hilt of the "Great Royal Sword" and said indifferently.

The golden-colored muscles bulged out under the armor, a powerful force unique to the legendary warrior, and under his control, it enveloped the surrounding area for hundreds of meters, startling countless birds and beasts in the area.

"So, you can't be Medivan!"

In this messianic world, although the demigod guardian Medivan was killed by Lothar and others, except for the few people who survived the temporary assassination team, he concealed the true image of Medivan from everyone else.

After the Battle of Karllu, the official account told the people of Azeroth was that "Before the Battle of Karllu, the heroic Guardian forcibly activated the 'Space Vortex' spell in order to resist the surprise decapitation of the tribal demigod Warlock Gul'dan, but due to the instability of the space in the Twilight Dawn Forest area after the Dark Gate was opened, the Guardian was lost in the spatial rift distortion caused by the sequelae of the spell." ”

As a result, Medivan's reputation was not as corrupted as it had been in history, and he became a traitor that everyone shouted at. After the end of the orc invasion war, the top of the Alliance, including King Lordaeron, went to the Medivan memorial service held by Lothar to mourn the great spellcaster hero because of the Guardian's exploits against the demitherics.

Just as Lothar said his words, a gray crow descended from the sky and flew in front of Lothar.

Countless feathers mixed with blue magic brilliance fluttered and flashed in front of Lothar, and a figure wearing a gray cloak appeared in front of Lothar.

"You're a Sunwell Mage!"

Looking at this very different appearance, Lothar frowned and felt the powerful spiritual power in front of him that could only be compared to the violet sage in Dalaran, and asked suspiciously.

"You're not human?"

The reason why he judged that the mysterious person in front of him was not a human was because to this day, almost all the Terran spellcasters on the Eastern Kingdom continent had transformed the light blue magic of their High Elf Sunwell system into the purple red magic unique to the Violet Meditation Method.

And the only ones who continue to use this conspicuous pale blue magic are the conservative High Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, and other races.

However, the final mystery is finally revealed, under Lothar's incredulous gaze.

The mysterious man under the cloak lowered the hood above his head, and the face that was so familiar to Lothar appeared before him with a gentle smile.

"No, my brother, I am indeed human."

Medivin stretched out his right hand to the long sword in the stunned Jiyou's hand, and a pure power of sublime goodness was withdrawn from the sword of the "Great Royal Sword" and wrapped around his side, proving that he was no longer the evil being who had been corrupted by the demons, and continued.

"I'm a Guardian, Medivan!"

"The assassin you brought in the first place, but it hurts to insert my body!"

Medivan's body has a huge amount of magic fluctuations, and he has been resurrected by his mother Egwene in more time than in the original history, and he still retains the power of the legendary rank of spellcaster.

And with the passage of time, in a few years, he will be able to regain as a terrifying second-order mid-rank demigod-level mage again······

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The kingdom of Lordaeron, in the central region near the border of Dalaran, has a human town called Andohar.

The improved steam engine of the Holy Arathor Empire has spread amazingly throughout the Eastern Kingdom continent with the increase of the empire's influence over the years, and even this small city, which is not valued in the kingdom of Lordaeron, still has many small and medium-sized factories run by powerful people outside the city, emitting black smoke and steam, allowing a large number of urban civilians to turn into workers.

When the sunset shines brightly, it appears over this small city.

The workers of the city of Andorhar, riding the cheapest bikes exported from the Holy Araso Empire, drove out of the industrial area outside the city and poured into the city.

"Extra, extra! Eastern Kingdom Continental Daily, headlines on the front page! ”

"Venerable Astral Mage, Guardian of Humanity, His Excellency Medivan, has returned to our world from the turbulence of time and space."

A noble carriage drawn by two white horses, in the midst of these bicycles and snakes, drove swiftly from the main road outside the city towards the city of Andorhar, and as he passed by the newspaper boys who were shouting at the city gates, the coachman of the carriage habitually threw a silver coin there.

The newsboy, who was luckiest, and who was closest to the toss, put away the silver coin under the envious eyes of the others around him, and with a skillful backhand, rolled several newspapers in the newspaper frame on his back together, and threw them back accurately.

"Lord Viscount, this is today's new newspaper!"

After the driver took the newspaper, he respectfully handed it to the curtain of the car behind him.

A fat nobleman dressed in a dress, sitting comfortably on a recliner in a large carriage, sipping a glass of milk, took the coachman's newspaper, opened it and read it.

"The Guardian is back."

The fat nobleman's eyes were fixed on the newspaper, and the first news startled him, and as he read it, his face became more and more ugly.

Especially when he saw that Medivan after his return still retained a powerful spell-casting strength far above the level of a great mage, he finally couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"The Lich King is on top, damn it, the alliance has another strong man!"

"I curse the Cult of God, when will I be able to rule this world!"

In his cold pupils, a gray color symbolizing decay flashed, and a trace of dark death energy flashed from the fat nobleman's hand, instantly turning the newspaper into ashes······

And in the galloping carriage, the fat nobleman used a trace of undead power to destroy the newspaper, and at the same time, a gray streamer flashed on the huge Holy Cross in the center of a newly established cross church in the slums of the city.

"I'm sure you've seen that, too."

A young priest of glory, standing in front of the huge Holy Cross in the chapel that had just flashed an evil warning, addressed the five Judgment Paladins standing in front of him.

"The Holy Cross has told us that there is an untold evil hidden in this city!"

As a priesthood that serves God and presides over the church, the Glory priest is most sensitive to the cross in which he serves the church.

Any change in the Holy Cross will be fed back to the belief network connected to his consciousness at the first time, and this is the twelfth time this month that he has found that the cross has appeared as a warning on behalf of evil.

"Bishop Harry, can you pinpoint where the evil is in the city?"

After Bishop Harry realized that something was wrong, the leader of the Lordaeron diocese, the eldest paladin uncle, Rock Anfi, stood up and asked the priest.

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