The evening sunset, with its twilight afterglow, sprinkled over the vast human camp that had gradually quieted down.

When the last rays of the setting sun completely slipped from the sky, the entire land was shrouded in the deepest darkness, leaving only the light of starry torches and magic lamps that spread across this human defense.

More than a dozen galloping figures on high-headed horses, with the sound of horses' hooves, galloped out of the silent human camp and rushed into the east side of the Twilight Dawn Forest.

The trees on both sides slid rapidly backwards, and two strong knights, armed with sharp swords, slashed at the oncoming branches and shrubs with the strength of the official pinnacle, charging at the front of the line, artificially carving a path.

Commander Lothar and Guardian Mediven were behind the two Pathfinders, galloping in the middle of the group, while the remaining fifteen Knights followed silently and neatly.

"My brother, ever since you learned advanced teleportation magic."

"It's been a long time since I've seen you on horseback."

Dressed in sturdy half-body armor and with a hint of nostalgia, Lothar led his horse forward with one hand as he addressed the Guardian under the Raven's robe beside him.

"Yes, Lothar."

Holding the cane of chicken legs in one hand and a thick magic book in the other, Medivan, who didn't care about the bumps on the horse's back, replied casually.

"It's true that I haven't ridden in a long time."

In fact, under Medivan's will, a fine stream of mana blocked the actual contact between his body and the horse's back, making him not so much riding a horse as casting spells that kept floating on the horse's back.

"We've been walking for almost 30 minutes, how far is that ancient elven magic ruin you said?"

"If it's far away, we don't need to care too much about the magical energy in it, it will be used by those orcs."

"Trust me, Lothar."

Medivan, under the hood of the gray robe robe, turned over the pages of the book in his hand, and it seemed that he had at least eighty percent of his mind, immersed in the magic book in his hand, and said nonchalantly to the commander beside him.

"Orc warlocks who use evil powers may only be able to compete with those savage shamans in casting spells."

"Even the most powerful sorcerer who attacked me in the first place would not be able to use the energy from a magical relic 10 miles away to interfere with the magical defense system of the Karl Road defense line in a short period of time."

The calm words revealed the undisguised confidence of the demigod mage.

"Don't be in a hurry, Medivan, we'll be there soon."

Lothar, who was riding on horseback, heard Medivan's question, and he calmly responded.

"I trust your strength and spells."

"But as the commander of the Karl Road Line, I have to be foolproof."

When Lothar and the others confirmed the darkness under Medivan's hood, late yesterday night, King Lane, Lothar, and their loyal subordinates, along with some trusted and powerful men, discussed several plans to subdue Medivan.

Then, just like in the absence of the Messiah, in the original history of World of Warcraft, Lothar, who was ready to go into battle in person, chose the simplest and least easy to recognize.

Lothar personally led a small team of capable men, taking advantage of the superficial friendship that Medivan had to maintain with him when he did not show his true face, in order to prevent the energy in an ancient magic ruin in the surrounding area from being used by the orcs, choose a place far away from the defense line of Karl Road in the Twilight Dawn Forest on the side, and besiege Medivan, the guardian of uniform!

"Alright! Lothar, you are still so cautious as you were in the past. ”

The Grey Robe Hood Medivan raised his head, glanced at Lothar beside him with his eyes that flashed with azure arcane energy, and nodded slightly.

Then, he lowered his head again and looked at the thick magic book in his hand.

Seeing the Guardian once again immerse himself in the magic book, all the knights, including Lothar, who seemed confident beside Medivan, breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped the Guardian in his arms, and galloped towards the depths of the forest where the trees around him grew taller and taller······

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At this moment, in the camp tent at the center of the Karl Road human defense line, and at the largest.

Guarded by His Majesty's most loyal guards, the Paladins and Mage Apprentices, who had been lifted from the ban on Lothar by King Lane, came to the heart of this vast human defense.

"Uncle Ryan, what did you say?"

"You've established that there is indeed a problem with the Guardian!"

Hearing His Majesty's own words, Cullen and Khadgar glanced at each other, and both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

That's right, horror!

They also didn't expect that in just one night, Lothar would really confirm their previous "ridiculous" information.

"That's right, kids."

King Ryan looked serious, but looked at the pair of young men in front of him with some relief.

"Lothar has personally led the Guardian into the depths of the forest, and he will personally intervene to subdue Medivan."

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the big butterfly of the Messiah flapped its wings, the king and Lothar had learned the reliable information of the tribal invasion, and truly understood the terrifying strength of the huge tribal invasion legion.

Under the pressure of this crisis involving the survival of the kingdom, he and Lothar refused to relax the slightest bit about intelligence.

The young man who didn't have the same hair as the two men, with a drawing and evidence of the alien energy in the body of an old servant of the tower, came to divide the relationship between their three friends.

In normal times, even if he has the face of Karen, the illegitimate son of Lothar, he will not look at it, and directly ask someone to beat them out.

"On behalf of the Storm King, thank you for your efforts."

"What reward do you want, the title is still ······"

As a monarch above the level of a feudal dynasty, although King Lane was deeply saddened by Medivan's betrayal, he still had merit for the two young men who made him even discover the great internal trouble.

"No, Your Majesty, you have no idea how terrible the Guardians are!"

However, Khadgar's roar did forcibly interrupt the king's words at this time, and the expression of the mage apprentice at this moment was already filled with panic that could not be concealed.

As Medivan's personal disciple, Khadgar, who was designated as the next Guardian by the Council of Tirisfa, knew better than anyone present what kind of terrifying power was contained in Medivan's seemingly emaciated human body!

The "Demigod Guardian" will be evaluated as a high-level transcendent in the middle of the second order, even if the main god is in the Great Light Sphere. Compared with the silver spellcaster at the peak of the first order, not to mention the gap between the spell casting skills and the spell background, in terms of spiritual power alone, the difference between the silver-level mage at the peak of the first order and the golden legend at the lowest level of the second order is also more than a hundred times.

Moreover, the gap between this transcendent level becomes more and more disparity the further back it goes, and the gap between the second-order lower rank and the second-order middle rank is even more than a thousand times!

In the original history of World of Warcraft, Medivan, who honestly squatted in Karazhan, was killed by the sneak attack of Lothar and others who came by surprise because he needed to use more than 99.9% of his strength to support the consumption of the interstellar portal "Dark Gate" when it was fully opened.

But even Medivan, who was only a thousandth of his strength left, or even crippled in a lower state, still abused the raiders team led by Lothar who raided him into a dog.

Not only did he directly beat the team's "leading brother" Lothar to serious injury, causing this powerful warrior to be stabbed to death by the orc assassins just after leaving the Karazhan gate; and cursed Khadgar, who was young and handsome and promising, directly from a young man in his prime to a white-bearded old man; Even in the end, the remnants of evil energy leaked from Medivan's body after his death polluted the "Twilight Dawn Forest", a primeval forest covering an area of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers behind the Karazhan region, which was almost the size of a province of the Celestial Empire in the previous life of the Messiah, into a ghostly "Twilight Forest" full of dark evil creatures and undead spirits.

Medivan, who is now in her complete state, is now a guardian who has changed her invasion plan and has no burden after the butterfly effect of the Messiah, and her powerful power is not at all the same as that of Ryan and Lothar, during the Gnoll invasion war in their youth.

has completely mastered the Guardian Inheritance, and has been further lured into depravity by a trace of soul fragments of the leader of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, and after the evil energy, Medivan is now a thousand, ten thousand times higher than the imagination limit of Ryan and others!

In the past, almost all the places where King Ryan and Lothar needed the help of the Guardians were easily solved by Medivan, resulting in King Ryan and the others never really knowing the limit of the Guardians' strength, and they completely misjudged Medivan's true strength now.

Only Khadgar, who had followed Medivan for nearly ten years and was a talented spellcaster, could accidentally perceive a trace of his mentor's emaciated body, a terrifying magic as boundless as the sea.

Not to mention King Lane, whose complexion has completely changed at this moment, after listening to Khadgar's words, Cullen on the side clenched his fists tightly and almost roared angrily.

"Damn heretic!"

He knew very well that his only relatives in this world, Lothar and those strong people he led, were almost no different from ant dust in front of the current Medivan!

"Yahwa is above, please bless ······"

Just as Karen was praying in despair, a wave of judgment power full of sacredness and majesty poured into his body from the Holy Sword of the Angel of Power behind him.

"Your Majesty."

As if suddenly a different person, the young paladin raised his head and calmly looked at the already desperate monarch on the throne, the brilliant golden holy light in his eyes was almost visible to the naked eye.

"Please tell me where my father besieged Medivan!"

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