Khadgar was shocked to find that this seemed to be the same scene that happened to Medivan when he was young due to a sudden burst of power, except that it was Lothar who took care of him at that time. Khadgar didn't know how long it would take for Medivan to recover. How much energy did that battle with demons take him?

Everyday letters kept coming in, some on griffins, some on horseback. Other letters were brought by merchant wagons supplying daily necessities, and were about worldly things—shipping schedules, military exercises, and complete reports of the discovery of ancient tombs or ancient artifacts, legends, sightings of tornadoes, giant turtles, red tides, and so on. There are also sketches of rare animals that can be seen in animal prophecy sets.

Reports of orcs are constantly increasing, especially from the east. More and more people are witnessing them near the Black Swamp. The news was mainly about the reinforcement of caravan guards, the setting up of temporary camps, and reports of raids, looting, and mysterious disappearances. The number of refugees seeking refuge in cities and towns is increasing. There were also sketches of creatures with sloping foreheads and strong jaws drawn by survivors, including a description of their muscular system, which Khadgar was shocked to discover was apparently derived from an autopsy.

Khadgar began to read letters to the sleeping mage, and he read them in a low tone, highlighting the interesting or humorous parts. But the ** master did not react to encourage the young mage, but it did not stop it.

The first letter from the purple seal arrived—and Khadgar was confused. Some of the sentences were intelligible, but he soon realized that others were completely gibberish. Khadgar was a little flustered, believing that he must have misunderstood some of the basic instructions of the ** master. After a long day of figuring out and throwing scraps of paper around, Khadgar finally realized what he had missed—according to the council's cipher rules, the space between words was reserved for a single letter, so that each word could be moved backwards by one place. After discovering this, the next step is simple.

What comes out of it is no more interesting than the gibberish that preceded it. The report was normal, with no signs of orcs (although the number of jungle trolls had increased), and news of a new comet appearing on the southern horizon was reported, with a detailed description (but not counted). No reply requested. Khadgar put the letter aside and stopped deciphering it.

Khadgar wondered why the council didn't use magic to seal the letters and keep them secret. Perhaps the members of the Council of Tirisph are not all mages, or they may wish to hide the truth from mages outside of the Council, such as Jazba. If they use magic to seal it, it will arouse their infinite curiosity, and they will search for the truth like bees chasing honey. Apparently, Khadgar was certain that the council was not doing so because Madison had a penchant for making people use poems in praise of his mother as keys.

Lothar sent a large package, summarizing some previous reports of orc sightings. They marked the locations of the orcs on a large map. It looks like an army of orcs is swarming out of the Black Swamp. The letter also did not ask for a reply. Khadgar considered informing Lothar of Medivan's current condition, but thought about it again. Even if he knew, what could the warrior do but worry. He sent Lothar a note signed by himself, thanking him for the messages and hoping to keep in touch.

Another week passed, the teachers continued to sleep and the students continued to explore. With the right approach, Khadgar began to scan past mails, some of them unopened, and the purple seals intact. Reading these old texts. Khadgar slowly understood Medivan's ambivalence about the council. Many times the letters were nothing more than a request—this magic, that message, or even a request for the mage to come immediately because one of their cows was anorexic or their milk had gone rancid. Others are often spoofed - wrapped in flattering claims, asking for knowledge of a spell or news about a tomb. Some of the letters were nothing more than bookish advice that took the trouble to recommend apprentices to Medivan (Khadgar found that most of them were unopened). There are also some ongoing reports that read: One qiē is normal, no accidents.

More recent routine reports show that things have changed (the letters are undated, though Khadgar can tell what time period they belong to by the yellowing of the letter and the increase in the demand and advice eagerness). With the advent of orcs, in particular, they began to attack caravans. The tone of the letter became more and more gentle, but the subtext of calling for Madison to come out did not decrease but increased.

Khadgar looked at the old man on the bed and wondered what motivated him to help these people, and to make it his daily job to help them.

Khadgar also found some mysterious letters - thanks from time to time. A quote to some incredible text, or an answer to a question - only "yes" or "no", and "emu, of course." During the vigil at Medivan's bedside, he received a mysterious unsigned letter, which read: "Prepare the room, the messenger is almost here." ”

At dusk on the third weekend, the wagon brought two letters. One with a purple seal and one with a red seal was sent directly to Khadgar. Both were from Violet City in Kenrito.

The slender font to Khadgar's credit reads: "We are very sorry to inform you that the magic teacher Jazba has passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. We understand that you have always been in contact with the deceased mage and share your grief. If you have any letters, money, or information that should be returned to Jazbah, or borrowed his belongings (especially books) on credit, we would be grateful if they could be sent back to the following address. At the bottom of the letter were numbers and scribbled handwriting.

Khadgar felt as if his guts had been slammed. Jazba, dead? He flipped the letter upside down, as if hoping for more news to come out of it, but it didn't. Shocked, he opened another letter with a purple seal. It is also written in the same elongated font, which reveals more detailed information after decoding.

Jaziba found out about being killed on the night of Skleber's Day, while he was reading Dan Brown's "Commentary" (much to Khadgar's contritment, he failed to send the scroll to his former teacher.) He seems to have been stunned by the sudden appearance of the beast (presumably summoned) and torn in half, dying quickly and in great pain, and the description of his death is detailed with a cold Cheng dù. From these descriptions and the shaking of the Library, Khadgar could only conclude that the "summoned beast" was the same demon that Medivan had defeated in Stormtown.

Khadgar continued to read, and the author's cold, analytical tone made Khadgar uncomfortable. In particular, he mentioned that this was the seventh case of the murder of a mage in Violet City this year, including the case of Alexis. Moreover. This was the first non-Tirisian council mage to be killed. He wondered if Medivan had been in contact with Jaziba directly or through the Guò apprentice (Khadgar couldn't help but be dazzled when he saw his name). The writer then further speculated that since Jazba was not a member of the council, he might be suspected of summoning demons to engage in some kind of depancy. If that's true, then Medivan should be careful—Khadgar was once a student of Jazba.

Khadgar felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, how could this unidentified man (he must have been a member of Kenrito's high-ranking people, but Khadgar didn't know who) dared to pour sewage on Jaziba and him like that! He wasn't there when Jaziba was killed! Maybe the man who wrote the letter was the real murderer, and he probably liked collecting demons and stuff like the librarian Corrigan. He wants to blame someone else!

Khadgar took a deep breath. Shook his head. Such wild speculations are pointless, and are completely swayed by personal hatred, as is the case with Kenrito's politics. Khadgar realizes that the great mages of Violet City are completely powerless to prevent this from happening, and his anger turns to sorrow, and seven mages (six of whom are members of the powerful secret council) have died, and the only thing the writer can do is slander and deceive himself in a vain attempt to prove that no one will die again. Khadgar recalled Medivan's bold actions in Stormstorm Fortress and couldn't help but admire it, there was no other person so resourceful and resolute among his colleagues in the ** Division.

The young mage picked up the letter and leaned into the dim candlelight to study it again. It's been a month and a half since Skleber's Day. It took a long time for the letter to arrive. A month and a half - that was before Hagra and Hagarin were killed. If it was done by the same demon, or by the same person who summoned it, it would have moved very fast to be able to travel back and forth between the two places. Some demons look like they have wings - but can such a monster not be spotted on the way?

A small, imperceptible whirlwind swung in. The hairs on the back of Khadgar's neck stood on end, and he noticed that an image was beginning to appear in the room.

At first, some blood-red smoke bubbled out of the tiny holes in the space, the smoke swirled, and then solidified layer by layer, like milk rising in water, and soon formed a physical vortex, and something came out of it—an apparition of a powerful demon king. It was smaller than the last time Cadega was seen in the snowfield vision, and seemed to have shrunk intentionally to fit the capacity of the room. But it's still bronze. Covered in jet-black armor, his beard was furious with fire, and a pair of giant horns rushed out from his thick eyebrows. It was unarmed—indeed, not to—and behaved with the grace of a marauder: there was nothing in the world that could frighten it.

Sargeras.

Khadgar was stunned. Didn't the guards that Medivan had set up all this time make this demon king helpless? But it appeared here, and it didn't just enter the tower. I also entered the room of the ** division, which was as easy as a nobleman pacing into a commoner's cabin.

The leader of the Burning Legion was blinded and floated straight to the bedside. It stood there for a long time, burning silently.

The demon king stared at the sleeping mage.

Khadgar held his breath and searched the table. There were only a few books and candles with reflectors on the table, and a letter opener. The young mage reached out. Try not to attract the attention of the demon. He got the letter opener, and held it so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

After a long time, Sargeras remained standing by the bed. Khadgar desperately agitated himself to act, either fleeing or attacking. But all his muscles stiffened.

Medivan tossed and turned in bed, letting out an inaudible dream. The demon king slowly raised his hand, as if trying to cast a spell on the ** master.

Khadgar let out a dry snort and jumped up from his chair with a letter-opener. That's when he realized that he had taken the knife in the wrong hand. The demon looked up leisurely, looking nonchalant, as if it hadn't woken up itself, as if it were under the water. It just nodded and smiled at the rookie who rushed over and tried to attack it with a knife. And Medivan tossed and turned, dreaming again and again.

Khadgar stabbed the letter opener into the demon's chest—

And then completely penetrated the body of the thing. The inertial momentum of the attack sent him forward, rolling through Sargeras to the opposite side and slamming into the wall, the letter opener crashing to the stone floor with a sharp thud.

Guardian Medivan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, "Moros, Khadgar, are you there?".

Khadgar got up and looked around, and the demon had long since burst like a soap bubble. It was just him and Medivan in the room.

"What are you doing on the floor, young man?" said Medivan, "Moros can get you a makeshift bed." ”

"Teacher, your guard," Khadgar said, "failed. There was a ...... "He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should have confided that he had seen Sargeras. Madivin would have asked him why he knew it was Sargeras. "Demon," he said, a feeble round, "there was a demon here just now. ”

Medivan smiled, looking calm, his face flushed. "Demon? I don't think so. Wait a minute. Shi Yuan nodded. "The guards are fine. They just took a nap. What do you see?"

Khadgar gave a quick description of what the demon looked like, how it came out of the red smoke, how it stood there for a moment, raised its hands, and so on. The teacher shook his head.

"I think it's another illusion," he said at last, "it's just some chaotic fragment of time, which is quickly gone." ”

"But the demon ......," Khadgar began.

"The demon you spoke of won't be there again, at least for the rest of my life," Medivan said. "He was wiped out before I was born and buried in the depths of the invisible sea. The image you see is the Sargeras mentioned in "The Song of Egwene". You used that scroll to decipher the ciphertext, didn't you? Maybe it brought this "ghost" lost in time into my room. You shouldn't be working here while I'm asleep. He frowned slightly, as if he was considering whether he should appear more severe.

"I'm sorry, I thought ...... I thought it would be best not to leave you alone?" Khadgar stiffened his tone into an inquiry, sounding a little silly.

Medivan smiled, and the smile spread across his weather-stained face. "Well, I didn't say you can't do that, and I guess Moros didn't object to that, so he wouldn't have to stay here all day. He pressed his fingers to his lips and stroked his long beard. "I think I've drunk all the broth I've had for the rest of my life. For your peace of mind, I'll check the tower's protection and make sure they're in good order. Ignore your demonic visions, what happened while I wasn't there?"

Khadgar briefly recounted all the letters he had received: the increasing orc incidents, the map of Lothar, the mysterious text messages about the emissary, and the news of Jaziba's murder.

Listening to the description of Jazba's death, Medivan snorted, "Looks like they're going to blame Jazba until the next poor guy is torn in half." He shook his head and added, "Skleber's Day, that should have been before Hagra and Hagarin died." ”

"A week and a half before that," Khadgar said. "There's enough time for a demon to fly from Dalaran to Stormwind. ”

"It's okay to ride a griffon," Medivan thought. "There are more than demons and magic in the world, and sometimes the answer is simpler. Anything else?"

"There seem to be more and more orcs, and they are becoming more and more dangerous," Khadgar said. "Lothar said they were now attacking not only caravans, but camps as well. They were all small-scale attacks, but more and more people were pouring into Stormwind from all over the country to take refuge. ”

"Lothar is always so worried," Medivan grimaced.

"He cares," Khadgar said limply. "He didn't know what else was going to happen. ”

"On the contrary," said Medivan, with a long sigh of sorrow. "If what you're saying is true, then I'm afraid that everything is going the way I foresaw it!" )