"I've seen them. Khadgar said it had been seven days since they returned to the Tower of Medivan. During these days, Khadgar's apprenticeship life was also on the right track. Before breakfast, Khadgar begins an hour-long spell practice under Medivan's guidance, and from breakfast time until dinner, Khadgar becomes Medivan's assistant, assisting the Astral Mage with various tasks. These include recording spells that Medivan was aware of, or running to the library to fix books of this kind and that, or simply carrying his toolbox while Medivan worked.

He finally felt that it was a pleasure to work with the old man, and it was a special moment, he mentioned the attack in the swamp.

"Who have you seen?" Madven glanced over the giant lens used by Shi Yàn. He wears a small ring on his hand with a very thin probe embedded in it. He was fiddling with what looked like a mechanical bee, examining the bee's folded heavy wings with a probe in his hand.

"The orcs," Khadgar said, "I had seen them before I fought them. ”

"You didn't mention it to me when you first came here," Medivan looked a little absent-minded, his fingers dancing as if they were doing a weird dance, probes moving precisely in and out of the mechanism, "I remember asking you about other races, and you didn't mention that you had seen orcs. Where have you seen them?"

"In the vision, not long after I came here. Khadgar replied.

"Oh, you've got a vision, well, you know there's a lot of them. Moros should have sued you, you know he's a bit of a big mouth. ”

"I've met one or two, and the one I remember more clearly was on a battlefield, and those guys, I mean the orcs, over there, were attacking us, I mean, attacking the humans who were standing with me. ”

"Uh-huh", Medivan pursed her lips. The probe gracefully moves along the mechanical bee's copper cuirplate.

"And I found out that I wasn't here, not in Azeroth, not in Lordaeron, where I was. The sky was as red as blood. Khadgar continued.

Suddenly, Medivan's mood changes. His hair stood upside down as if he had been electrocuted, the probe in his hand pierced into the wrong part, and the complex mechanical bee sizzled and flashed with a scream. Scrapped.

"Red sky?" Madivon no longer looked at the workbench, but turned his face to stare at Khadgar, intense magical energy rolling between his brows, and a fierce storm roaring in his green eyes.

"Yes, red sky, red like blood. Khadgar said without humility or arrogance, and he secretly thought that after tempering again and again, he seemed to be beginning to adapt to Medivan's fickle personality.

Medivan's energy hissed in horror, "Say, go on! about that world, those orcs, those skies. He coldly ordered, "Sue me you know a qiē!"

Khadgar began to describe the visions he had encountered on his first night, mentioning a qiē that he could remember. Medivan interrupted him from time to time, asking him questions like what the orcs were wearing, what the world looked like, what was on the horizon and in the sky, and whether there were any flags in the orc army. Khadgar felt like his memories were being turned over three layers inside and three layers outside. Medivin learned a qiē from Khadgar, except for one thing.

Aside from the strange and familiar look in the Battlemage Commander's eyes, Khadgar felt that he shouldn't mention it, and Medivan's questions revolved around the world of the red sky and the orcs. Medivan barely asked about the human defenders. Madgar seemed to calm down as he described the visions to Medivan, but Khadgar's words did not diminish Medivan's doubts, and the rough sea still rose and fell under his thick eyebrows.

"Strange. After Khadgar finished speaking, Medivan said slowly, as if he was thinking about something. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapped with the probe on his lips.

The house was covered in silence, and finally, Medivan spoke: "This is a new vision. A very new illusion. ”

"Teacher. Khadgar said.

"Medivan. The Astral Mage reminded him.

"Teacher Medivan," Khadgar continued, "where do these visions come from? Are they shadows from the past or evil omen from the future?

"Neither are they," said Medivan, leaning back in his chair. Let's not talk about that, now you go to the kitchen and get a can of wine, and that's the end of today's work. I think it's almost dinner time, and I'm going to give some explanation for these visions. ”

When Khadgar returned, Medivan was comfortably seated in a large chair with a fire in the fireplace. Medivan took out two large glasses, and Khadgar poured them over, the sweetness of the red wine mixed with the smell of burning wood and filled the room.

"How much can you drink?" asked Medivan him.

"You can drink a little," Khadgar said, "and it's normal to drink while eating in Violet City." ”

"That's right," Medivan said. "By the way, you asked me about the vision. ”

"Yes. Those illusions, and Moros ......" Khadgar hesitated, he didn't want to add another proof to Moros's title of big mouth, but he decided to continue. "Moros said that I am not the only one who can see visions, everyone can see them all the time. ”

He's right. Medivan said, taking a long sip of his wine and smacking his lips. "This wine is made from grapes that have been harvested late, and it's not too bad. Well...... You know, this tower is built on an energy field. The surrounding magical energy will be affected by the force of the energy field and gather here, and a place like this where time and space is thin will be distorted due to the collection of a large amount of magical energy, and even make it a portal to another world. "I've seen them. Khadgar said that it had been seven days since they returned to the Tower of Medivan (Khadgar had rested for a full day). During these days, Khadgar's apprenticeship life was also on the right track. Before breakfast, Khadgar begins an hour-long spell practice under Medivan's guidance, and from breakfast time until dinner, Khadgar becomes Medivan's assistant, assisting the Astral Mage with various tasks. These include recording spells that Medivan was aware of, or running to the library to fix books of this kind and that, or simply carrying his toolbox while Medivan worked.

He finally felt that it was a pleasure to work with the old man, and it was a special moment, he mentioned the attack in the swamp.

"Who have you seen?" Madven glanced over the giant lens used by Shi Yàn. He wears a small ring on his hand with a very thin probe embedded in it. He was fiddling with what looked like a mechanical bee. Use the probe in your hand to examine the heavy wings of the bee folded.

"The orcs," Khadgar said, "I had seen them before I fought them. ”

"You didn't mention it to me when you first came here. Medivan looked a little absent-minded, his fingers dancing as if they were doing a strange dance, the probe moving in and out of the mechanism precisely, "I remember asking you about other races, and you didn't mention you had seen orcs. Where have you seen them?"

"In the illusion. Not long after I came here. Khadgar replied.

"Oh, you've got a vision, well, you know there's a lot of them. Moros should have sued you, you know he's a bit of a big mouth. ”

"I've met one or two, and the one I remember more clearly was on a battlefield, and those guys, I mean the orcs, were over there, attacking us, I mean. Attack the humans who stand with me. ”

"Hmm-", Medivan pursed her lips as the probe moved gracefully along the mechanical bee's brass breastplate.

"And I found that I wasn't here, not in Azeroth, not in Lordaeron, where I was, where the sky was as red as blood. Khadgar continued.

Suddenly, Medivan's mood changes. His hair stood upside down as if he had been electrocuted, the probe in his hand pierced into the wrong part, and the complex mechanical bee sparkled and flashed. With a scream, scrapped.

"Red sky?" Madivon no longer looked at the workbench, but turned his face to stare at Khadgar, intense magical energy rolling between his brows. There seemed to be a violent storm in the green eyes, and the ocean was roaring.

"Yes, red sky, red like blood. Khadgar said without humility or arrogance, and he secretly thought that after tempering again and again, he seemed to be beginning to adapt to Medivan's fickle personality.

Medivan's energy hissed in terror. "Say, go on, about that world, those orcs, about the sky," he commanded coldly, "Sue me and you know a qiē!"

Khadgar began to describe the visions he had encountered on his first night, mentioning a qiē that he could remember. Medivan interrupted him from time to time, asking him questions like what the orcs were wearing, what the world looked like, what was on the horizon and in the sky, and whether there were any flags in the orc army. Khadgar felt like his memories were being turned over three layers inside and three layers outside. Medivin learned a qiē from Khadgar, except for one thing.

Apart from the strange and familiar look in the Battlemage Commander's eyes, Khadgar didn't think he should mention this, and Medivan's questions revolved around the world of the red sky and the orcs, and Medivan barely asked about the human defenders. Madgar seemed to calm down as he described the visions to Medivan, but Khadgar's words did not diminish Medivan's doubts, and the rough sea still rose and fell under his thick eyebrows.

"Strange," Maddie said slowly, as if thinking about something. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapped with the probe on his lips.

The house was shrouded in silence, and finally, Medivan spoke: "This is a new illusion, a very new illusion. ”

"Teacher. Khadgar said.

"Medivan. The Astral Mage reminded him.

"Teacher Medivan," Khadgar continued, "where do these visions come from? Are they shadows from the past or evil omen from the future?

"Neither are they," said Medivan, leaning back in his chair. Let's not talk about that, now you go to the kitchen and get a can of wine, and that's the end of today's work. I think it's almost dinner time, and I'm going to give some explanation for these visions. ”

When Khadgar returned, Medivan was comfortably seated in a large chair with a fire in the fireplace. Medivan took out two large glasses, and Khadgar poured them over, the sweetness of the red wine mixed with the smell of burning wood and filled the room.

"How much can you drink?" asked Medivan him.

"You can drink a little," Khadgar said, "and it's normal to drink while eating in Violet City." ”

"That's right," Medivan said. "By the way, you asked me about the vision. ”

"Yes. Those illusions, and Moros ......" Khadgar hesitated, he didn't want to add another proof to Moros's title of big mouth, but he decided to continue. "Moros said that I am not the only one who can see visions, everyone can see them all the time. ”

He's right. Medivan said, taking a long sip of his wine and smacking his lips. "This wine is made from grapes that have been harvested late, and it's not too bad. Well...... You know, this tower is built on an energy field. The surrounding magical energy will be affected by the force of the energy field and gather here, and a place like this where time and space is thin will be distorted due to the collection of a large amount of magical energy, and even make it a portal to another world. (To be continued.) )