"Who are you?!" yelled Medivan, "what are you doing here?!"

The young mage struggled in vain through the wall of air, holding back the weight of his chest and said, "Khadgar," he gasped with every word, "Assistants, tidying, libraries, your orders." He also wondered if Morros's style of speaking was so brief for the same reason.

Khadgar's words made Medivan look dazed. Suddenly, he calmed down like a person who had just woken up from a deep sleep, and then he waved his hand slightly, and the wall of air immediately disintegrated. Khadgar fell to his knees on his legs, gasping for air.

Medivan approached him and helped Khadgar to his feet, "I'm sorry, kid. He was a little embarrassed, "I forgot you're still here...... I'm going to take you for a thief......"

"A thief who left the house neater than when he came," Khadgar said, feeling some pain in his lungs as he breathed.

"yes," Mediven nodded in satisfaction as he looked around the room (ignoring the chaos he had just caused, of course), "and that's good. I'm sure I remember it vividly: no one has ever done it as well as you have done it before. ”

"I've sorted the books in order," Khadgar, still breathless and unsteady on his feet, "to your left are history books, including epics. The middle section is about legends and legends, categorized by language and content. On the balcony were specialized materials - notes on alchemical studies, explanations of spells, and books on theoretical hypotheses. And the books that are so powerful that I can't look through and confirm the contents are out there, and maybe you'll need to check them out for yourself. ”

"Not bad," Medivan said pretentiously observing the neat library, not listening to Khadgar at all, "it should be said to be fantastic." You've done a fantastic job. It's amazing. He looked around the library again, looking like he had regained his purpose in life, "It's really good." You've done a great job. So, come with me now. ”

The Master Juggernaut walked to the door and stepped up the stairs to the upper floor. Then he turned his head and asked, "Are you coming?"

Khadgar was now stunned by a fireball: "Come, where are you going?"

"Top," Medivan said briefly, "come on, or we're going to be late." Time is of the essence!"

The old mage took the lead and quickly went upstairs. Inspired by him, Khadgar's pace also became brisk.

"What's at the top of the tower?" At a platform near the top, a panting Khadgar finally caught up.

"Flight point," Medivan snapped. Then he paused again, as if hesitating. His shoulders suddenly relaxed. That moment. The anger in his eyes seemed to burn out: "I must apologize. I'm doing it again. ”

"Your Excellency, ......?" Khadgar was stunned by Medivan's strange transformation-like behavior.

"My memory is very confusing, and I don't know if what I remember is the truth, young trust," said the Astral Mage, "I should have remembered that you were still in the tower." But I don't know how, I suddenly decided that you were a ......"

"Your Excellency?" Khadgar interrupted, "time is of the essence, huh?"

"Time ......" Medivan nodded, looking away, "yes." Time is of the essence. Quick, we can't waste our time!" said the old man, as if to carry out his words, and began to step up two stairs with one foot.

Khadgar realizes that the haunted tower and its messy library are not the only reason why Madison's assistants have left their jobs. He hurried to follow.

The old butler was waiting for them at the observatory at the top of the tower.

"Moros," shouted Medivan as soon as he arrived, "blow your golden whistle, if you will." That's your right. ”

"Ah," replied the servant, and he took out a little whistle and blew it. Runes written in dwarven language are carved on one side of the sentry tube. It sparkles in the light of the fire. "The right is done, sir, here they are. ”

"They?" Khadgar asked tentatively. Before he could finish speaking, the sound of several pairs of giant wings stirring the air sounded above him. Medivan looked down at the building below the tower. Khadgar followed the sound and looked up.

Several giant birds descended from the sky, their wings glowing in the reflection of the moonlight. No, it wasn't a bird, Khadgar saw it clearly—a griffin. They have the body of a giant cat, but at the same time have a head and front paws that belong only to an eagle, and their wings are golden.

Medivan led one of the beasts. Grabbed the reins on its head: "Pick one yourself, let's go." ”

Kadra looked at the behemoths. The one closest to him let out a screech and gently slammed a giant claw against the stone brick floor.

"I never ......" the young man was at a loss, "I don't know how to ......"

Medivin frowned, "Don't Kenrito even teach this? He raised his right index finger and pointed it at Khadgar's forehead, reciting a mantra in his mouth.

Khadgar screamed and fell backwards in terror. The old mage's contact made him feel like a piece of iron had been shoehorned into his brain.

"Now you know. Ride on, now. ”

Khadgar touched his forehead and let out an exclamation. Now he did know how to properly harness and ride a griffin (even if it was an unsaddled one), and he knew the standard dwarven and non-dwarven rides. He knew how to turn in the air, how to hover in the air, and of course, most importantly, how to make an emergency landing.

Khadgar rode his griffon, feeling another sharp pain in his head, and the new knowledge seemed to be pushing the old knowledge out of his brain in order to take a permanent place in his head.

"Are you ready?

The two giant beasts stretched out their bodies, pounced on the air and slowly rose. These giant creatures can carry a heavily armed dwarf lightly, but the weight of a robed human is approaching their limit.

Khadgar expertly maneuvered his griffon, following Medivan down in a roundabout way, adjusting the height to a little higher than the treetops. A dull pain in his head spread around the point Medivan had touched, and he was now feeling lightheaded and dizzy. Despite this, he was able to follow the astral mage's movements accurately, as if he had spent his entire life on the back of a griffin.

The young mage tries to catch up with Medivan and ask him about their destination. and the purpose of their going there, but they can't surpass him. Of course, even if he did, Khadgar knew that the loud noise of the wind would swallow his words. Therefore, he had to obediently follow Medivan. Fly over the approaching mountains, then turn east.

Khadgar couldn't tell how long they had been flying, he had dozed off on and off on the griffin's back, but his hands were still clutching the reins, and his griffin had been in tune with Medivan's. When Madivan suddenly made a right turn. Khadgar awoke from his slumber (if that could be called a deep sleep) and flew south with the astral mage. Khadgar's headache symptoms have been completely eliminated. All that is left is a first memory of the pain.

Khadgar now found that they had flown out of the mountains and were flying over the wilderness. Beneath their feet, countless pools and lakes reflect the shattered moonlight. It's a huge swamp or wetland, Khadgar thought. It was already dawn, and the eastern horizon had turned white, welcoming the new day that was coming.

Medivan lowered his height and raised his hands above his head. A few incantations were recited on the griffin's back, and Khadgar, of course, Khadgar couldn't see the front of Medivan. Therefore, the mantra was just his speculation. Cadgard's brain told him that he knew how to emulate, how to let go of his hands and manipulate the griffin with only knee movements. But he didn't think it would be comfortable to do so.

As they continued to fly, there was a sudden bright light on Medivan's body, and his figure was reflected by the bright light like a god, making Khadgar's griffin look like an insignificant black dot. Below them, the young mage found a military camp on a hill that stood out in the surrounding swamps. They lowered their altitude and swept past the camp. Khadgar could hear the clashing of armor and the clamor of emergency armament. What exactly is Medivan doing?

After flying over the camp, Medivan began to rise again, and made a circling turn, which Khadgar followed. Once again, they were back over the camp. It was much brighter now—the campfires had been refueled and glowed brightly in the night as they circled back. Khadgar could clearly see that this was a large patrol, perhaps even a company in number. The commander's tent was large and ornate, and Khadgar recognized the flag of the Kingdom of Azeroth on it.

The army of Stormwind. It must be, as Medivan is rumored to be close to Ryan, King of Azeroth, and Lothar, the hero knight of the kingdom. Khadgar had expected Medivan to land here. But the Astral Mage slammed his knee into the side of his mount and ordered the griffon to continue flying. The wings of the two giant beasts fluttered against the night air, and they began to climb again, this time towards the north. Khadgar had no choice but to follow, and Medivan lowered his hands to reincarnate the reins, and the bright light from his body gradually dissipated.

Flying over the marsh again, Khadgar noticed a slender ribbon below, too straight if it was a river, and too wide if it was an artificial ditch for irrigation. It must have been a road that runs through the swamp and into the outer lots.

Then another ridge, another dry strip, and another camp appeared in the distance of their horizon. There were fires in the camp too, but they had been extinguished for a long time. This camp must belong to the same army as the one just now, and they are scattered across the wilderness. As the two flew closer, Khadgar spotted several set of wagons lit in the camp, their goods scattered around and dotted with charred, blackened human bodies that had been littered on the sandy ground of the camp like children's toys.

As before, Medivan flew over the camp and rose again, making a turn and flying at it a second time. Khadgar did the same, and the young mage bent down from the side of his mount to see better. It was like a convoy that had just been plundered and then set on fire, but the cargo was still there. Why didn't the robbers take the goods or even the trucks with them, and were there any survivors in the camp?

The last question was answered immediately, and a shout was heard from a grove near the camp, and several arrows were shot into the sky.

Medivan unhurriedly pulled back the reins, his griffin screaming and dodging the arrows. Khadgar tried to draw the gourd in the same way, and the warm, false, and comfortable memories in his mind told him that he knew the right way to turn. Unlike Medivan, Khadgar rode too far forward.

He hurried to pull the reins, and the griffin managed to turn in the air, but could not dodge the arrow, and a barbed arrow pierced the right wing, and the beast screamed, spasmed in the air, and desperately tried to agitate its wings to rise where the arrow could not reach.

Khadgar immediately lost his balance, and no matter how skilled he was, he couldn't compensate. His heart was beating at its limit, his hands slipped off the reins, and his legs couldn't hook his mount. The griffon felt the burden lightened, and moved even more, throwing Khadgar off his back completely.

Khadgar waved his hands to regain his grip on the reins. The leather rope only touched the tips of his fingers, and in the next moment, it flew high into the night sky with his mount.

Khadgar, on the other hand, plummeted downward, engulfed in endless darkness. (To be continued.) )