At the North County Monastery, three young men sat on the ground and laughed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Medivan, I see if you dare to peek at the nun taking a bath next time!hahahaha!"

Medivan looked annoyed: "Shut up, Lothar! You just watched more vigorously than I did!"

Ryan looked at his two friends and burst out laughing.

Time flies, and Medivin has grown into a handsome young man who has only two friends, one is Anduin Lothar, and the other is Ryan Ureon, the prince of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Ever since he was able to control his immense power, the priests of the Northshire Abbey had stopped suppressing him, but Medivan still rarely left the place, because every once in a while he would fall into a coma, and no one knew what was going on, it could only be attributed to the power in Medivan's body.

"By the way, I heard you're going to Karazhan soon, officially becoming a Guardian?" Ryan asked, stopping his friend's laughter.

Mediven nodded, "That's right, I've almost mastered the power of the Guardians, and I've fallen into a coma less and less. He saw the concern of his two friends and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll have a lot of servants with me, and if anything happens to me, the butler Moros will let you know in time. ”

"I think your trip may be delayed, and in a while the Night Elves, the legendary god of magic, will be coming to Stormwind. It is said that his power is unrivaled... Lothar suddenly remembered this, and immediately spoke to Medivan.

"Mother's ancestor, I've heard that even my mother respects and fears him very much, saying that he is stronger than the guardian. ”

"That's right, so you can stay a little longer, Karazan can go anytime, don't worry, haha. ”

The Stormwind Kingdom has been going crazy lately, first the Guardian of Tirisfa has taken root in Stormwind City, and now it has an even more ruthless uncle.

The Emperor of the Night Elves, an extension of the mortal will of the god of magic, a legendary hero of the War of the Ancients, the teacher of Merry Winterwind, the flogger of Quel'Thalas, and the eternal friend of Soladin the Great and Lordaeron.

When the Night Elves officially sent Stormwind City such a long list of titles, King Admante of Stormwind Kingdom felt that it was a joy from the sky. This ruthless man with a long list of honors, he naturally knows nothing more in various biographies and histories, and now this divine envoy suddenly said that he wants to come to Stormwind City to live for a while, it is simply unbelievable! Not to mention staying for a while, he just wants a fief to come to Stormwind Kingdom to be a nobleman without any problem.

You say the Divine Envoy is from the Night Elves' side?

Fart! Don't you see this envoy always showing off as a human being! What does this mean! This means that the envoy acknowledges that he is also a member of the human race!

Besides, if it were you, wouldn't you? What king is a fool to think so!

So Stormwind began to put on the lights, and began to prepare for it early, and the specifications were much higher than the original Guardian Egwen.

A month later, the Divine Envoy set foot on the land of Stormwind for the first time.

A massive portal opened, and the first to step out was Sulama's murderous spider jockey, the swordsmen skillfully controlling the arcane spiders in a neat queue, standing silently with only the sound of spiders rubbing their mouthparts.

Then came out of Sulama's upper-level elven mage, this group of bags for this public appearance, dressed more luxuriously than the other, compared to those human nobles, the latter was like a groom.

Finally, the frame of the Divine Envoy is in full force, a giant centaur arcane golem made of purple arcane energy. Behind it was a carriage that was extremely luxurious, so to speak, made of magic crystals.

When all the men arrived, the elven team began to cross the city gate and march towards the city.

Valley of Heroes, King Admante has been waiting here early with his family and nobles, Prince Ryan followed behind his father and watched curiously as the team of Night Elves came from a distance, for the race of Night Elves, he had only seen in books: this is the darling of the gods, a powerful race of antiquity, has always lived in Kalimdor, and rarely set foot on the continent of the Eastern Kingdom.

The huge arcane golem stopped, the door of the carriage opened, and a young man in black robes, a giant rune disc floating behind his back, and a gorgeous staff in his hand stepped down. Seeing this, King Admante also walked up quickly, smiling like an old friend.

"Divine Messenger, I am Admante, the Lord of the Stormwind Kingdom, and welcome to you!

Hu Feng smiled slightly, he had heard too many polite words and high hats in his previous life, and he didn't feel anything about it now.

"It is a great honour for me to be personally greeted by His Majesty the King. Ah, this is Prince Lane. Hu Feng looked at Ryan, who was walking behind the king, and smiled kindly at him.

King Admante was overjoyed, he didn't expect that this divine envoy would know his son's name, and his parents' mood was the same in any world, feeling that their children were valued, and King Admante's enthusiasm was suddenly much more sincere.

"Yes, Prince Ryan is young and young, and his strength is already so outstanding, and I also feel the light of your wisdom, you will be an excellent king in the future. Hu Feng saw the light of fart wisdom, he just told the history he saw.

But King Admante didn't think so, he knew the deeds of this divine envoy very clearly, and now that he heard that his son had received such a high evaluation, could it be that Ryan was the darling of the gods? The more the old king thought about it, the happier he became, and finally directly took Hu Feng's hand, and his expression was as if he had found his long-lost brother.

"Medivan, how do you feel?" said Lothar and Medivan as they looked at the crowd in Hero Valley below.

"Unfathomable ... I've inherited most of the power of the Guardian, but I still can't see the depth, and that oracle is like a black hole, and the slightest probing feels extremely terrifying. Medivan's eyes twinkled, and he was a little excited. "What makes me even more strange is that he doesn't seem to exist in this world, as if he only has a will, not a body. How is this possible?"

Lothar shrugged his shoulders, he was a warrior and knew nothing about magic, let alone psychics. "Maybe the messengers of the gods are like that, who knows. ”

"The messengers of the gods. . . It's impossible. No, wait, wait! gods ... The Divine Messenger ... Will... Medivan seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What's the matter, Medivan, you're not going to be stupid, are you?" said Lothar, joking toward her friend.

"I see... It turns out that there are no oracles at all, never!"