Garona is a hybrid descendant of an orc and a race called Draenei. As for how her parents were united, it was really infuriating.

The orcs who received the blessings of the so-called gods not only became violent and bloodthirsty, but they gradually lost their sense of morality and gradually got closer and closer to the direction of beasts and monsters.

As for this information, it was all told by the disarmed orc himself.

Khadgar was curious about the world called Draenor and the Ravens, Tigermen, and Draenei, but he kept reminding himself that she was an orc. He has also been vigilant against the other party, ready to cast spells at any time.

However, his teacher didn't think so.

"And then?" asked Medivan, sitting casually on the steps, stretching his head and curious.

Although his teacher often does this kind of behavior that does not match his identity, as a master-apprentice relationship, Khadgar also said that he is used to it. But now facing an outsider, maybe even an enemy, such a childish performance made him so embarrassed that he wanted to burrow into the cracks.

Thankfully, Garona didn't pay attention to that. No, she seems to lack common sense in this regard?

Seeing the orcs talk blandly about how the tribe had tortured the Draenei captives, how they greedily absorbed Draenor resources, and how they killed each other for food, Khadgar's heart became more and more determined.

"Teacher. Taking a deep breath, Khadgar finally stopped his patience and stepped forward to interrupt the green-skinned lady's storytelling, "Didn't you say that Karazhan was invaded? ”

"Well, you're quite right. Nodding approvingly, Medivan smiled and looked down the hallway behind Khadgar, "Still, leave these questions to him." ”

Knock, knock......

As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy and regular voice slowly approached from behind, causing Khadgar to subconsciously turn around, and in the next second, his eyes instantly widened to the limit.

"Moros, I thought ......"

"Thank you for your concern, Khadgar. The oncoming old butler stopped and bowed to the other party without finding the slightest fault, "However, with the help of my master, I am almost ready to clean up." ”

The teacher's help? Cleaning up? What is this?

Khadgar looked away from the unscathed Moros with a blank expression, and a hint of realization finally appeared on his face as the tall, burly, metallic figure behind him came into view.

Director of the Karazan Exhibition Hall and Library, the strongest watchdog of the Guardians of all generations, and a legendary arcane puppet.

Yes, Karazan is the abode of the Guardians of the ages, and there are so many traps, warnings, and defenses hidden in it that Khadgar's barren brain could not have imagined.

With these things, no outsider can get out of Karazhan alive after the invasion.

At least, before today......

"Is there anything wrong?" Feeling the strangeness of the old butler, Medivan straightened up.

"In the pantry, something was missing. ”

......

"It's not a joke. Antonidas reached out and lifted up his broad mage hat, his eyes filled with purple light becoming serious.

Lanros smiled and shook his head, "I'm not stupid enough to slander the Guardians, since I said it, then ......"

After a pause, he muttered as if to himself, "What are you waiting for?"

At the moment when several archmages showed their doubts, the shadow behind the elven mage suddenly trembled slightly.

The next second, the air was as heavy as an endless stream of lead. Watching powerful and deadly spells emerge from the hands of the three archmages, Lanlos quietly held his breath, even though he knew that it was not aimed at him.

"First meeting, esteemed archmage, may I introduce you, Joraci Ravenhold, the little-known little lord of Hillsbrad. ”

Facing the magic fluctuations that could not be ignored like the stormy waves of the three mages, Joraci did not have the slightest nervousness, and showed his textbook-like standard aristocratic etiquette very freely.

"Ravenhold, you brought an Assassin in?" Kaelsasto stoweed a cluster of scorching flames and squinted at Ranros next to Jorazi.

"This is an urgent situation, and I must ensure that the evidence I have gathered is in your hands intact. With that, Lanlos nodded at Jorazi.

Without further ado, the Stalker immediately took out a crystal ball from his bosom.

"This is a magic crystal given to the Stormwind Kingdom by the Council of Tiris, ostensibly an entertainment device used to record projections at the opera house, but in fact ......" Lanloston paused, revealing a vague sharpness in his flat gaze, "In order to monitor the Guardian's actions for compliance, we have carved a special magical inscription into it. ”

"Let's wait and see. ”

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Walking in the quiet corridor, Khadgar's face looked very gloomy.

For all this time, Garona had been treated like a guest of Madison, yes, an orc......

Although the teacher hopes to learn about the specific situation of the orc race through the other party, Khadgar can never forget the series of atrocities committed by this barbaric race against humans.

What's more, why is it that orc of unknown origin can eat and drink every day, and I have to be busy every day?

Sighing indignantly, Khadgar, exhausted, pushed open the door in front of him as if he were exhausted. He froze as he stepped into the library with one foot as usual.

This is, where?

The darkness of the night shrouded Khadgar on all sides, and the familiar and open stone and brick floor was still visible, and the howling evening breeze was constantly noisy, and the cold and terrifying atmosphere caused the apprentice to shiver fiercely.

Khadgar immediately turned his head back to his senses, but before he could see the change in the path as he came, a familiar and unfamiliar face almost slammed into his face.

"Old, teacher?" subconsciously retreated, Khadgar accidentally sat directly to the ground, his trembling voice sounding helpless to the extreme, "This, what's wrong......

It wasn't until now that Khadgar realized that the Medivan in front of him was very different from the one he had seen in the morning.

The angular face has no luxuriant beard, a little less vicissitudes, and a little more youthful and vigorous. No, those eyes that are so sharp that it is difficult to look directly at them, one could even say arrogant.

As if he hadn't heard Khadgar's incoherent words at all, Medivan strode forward, carrying a wooden staff of inconspicuous appearance.

Seeing that the soles of the teacher's feet were about to step directly on his face, Khadgar couldn't help but exclaim, and immediately reached out to protect the bridge of his nose.

Like a breeze, Medivan passed through his body like a ghost.

With wide eyes, Khadgar turned his head blankly.

What caught his eye was a pitch-black cloak and a huge fireball that burned in the night.

Rumble!

The speeding fireball suddenly exploded out of thin air, and the burst of fire shook Khadgar's eyes with pain, and at the same time, illuminated the figure that was blocking the fireball's path.

"How dare you hit your mother?!"

Standing at the other end of the rooftop was a woman. A woman with gray hair and a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. But even so, she can vaguely judge her peerless elegance when she was young through her appearance.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I might be a little nervous. Medivin was stunned, and the original inevitability was instantly retracted, and he lowered his head like a child who had committed a crime.

"Is that why you're throwing fireballs at me?" Egwene interrupted Medivan with a sharp voice, the anger so unspeakable that Khadgar subconsciously choked his breath.

"Mom, you're mistaken. Madison opened his mouth, unable to argue.

"Answer me!" the former Guardian interrupted him again, such an unreasonable gesture that made the active-minded Khadgar feel a deep sense of unease. Inexplicably, he carefully placed his expectant gaze behind Medivan's back.

"Why did you bring the orcs into Azeroth!"

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