The following morning, Egwene knew she was pregnant with his species. Knowing that the fetus in her body would become a boy in the future, she couldn't help but feel sad for a while. She'd always wanted a daughter who would be a thorn in the side of the Tyrisfar's group of mages. But even then, the boy was more than enough to cope with the tasks given to him.

Egwene left a depressed Ellan, a man who didn't dare to ask for anything but hope that Egwene would be nicer to the child, and left Stormwind. For the next nine months, she did everything she could to fulfill her Guardian mission. After giving birth to Medivan, she returned to Stormwind to give the child to Elan, declaring the child to be her successor.

"Just look at your face and know you're scared. Egwene smiled bitterly.

"Yes. Gianna said. She had fought alongside Medivan - he had encouraged Gianna to ally herself with Thrall and the Orcs against the Burning Legion - but Gianna had no idea how shady the philosopher's background could be. In fact, she didn't know much about Medivan, she only knew that he had come back from the dead, and that he had done everything in his power to destroy the Burning Legion in order to atone for his sins.

"That's why I'm telling you these stories," said Egwen, "I'm not a hero, I'm not a role model, and I'm not a shining figure who inspires mages of all genders to move forward. I'm just a proud and conceited fool who has let myself - and the whole world - be ruined by my own power and the wiles of my enemies. ”

Gianna shook her head. She remembers that she and Kristof had many conversations about the relationship between history and writing. There is not much real history recorded in written form, and the historian always wants the reader to know the history he wants the reader to know, out of one preference or another. Gianna suddenly realized that the history of Tirisfa, which she could see in Antonidas's library, like the history books mentioned by Christophe, might not stand up to any scrutiny because of the author's preferences.

Suddenly, Gianna felt a tingling pain in the back of her neck. She stood up.

Egwene stood up too—the old mage must have sensed something, too. "The mana of the enchantment has been strengthened. ”

What made Gianna feel strange was that she didn't tell Egwene about her ability to crack the spell, but Egwene actually noticed it. It seems that his initial conjecture was not wrong.

But now that the mana of the enchantment is getting stronger and stronger, Gianna can't help but worry. Things are getting worse and worse. "There's trouble. ”

"Yes, - I know the magic. To be honest, I really didn't expect to bump into him again. Egwene coughed, "I can't believe it. How is that possible?"

Before she had time to ask Egwene about it, Gianna first had to make sure she could penetrate the barrier. She tried using an instantaneous teleportation spell and a piercing spell. She told herself that the pain would not give her to it.

Of course not, after all, it had worked before—she hadn't used a piercing spell to teleport the thunder lizards, because she wanted to investigate the hills. And then settle these hundreds of manic little ones. Gianna quickly closed her eyes, trying to eliminate the pain. She turned to Egwene and said, "I can't wear it." ”

"I'm afraid so. Egwene sighed, apparently she didn't want to be trapped with this "little girl".

Gianna didn't want that to happen either. Trapped in such a place, she couldn't keep her promise to Thrall.

"You say you know this magic?"

Egwen nodded, "Yes, remember Zmodor? The first demon I encountered, the guy who took over the schoolhouse. ”

Gianna nodded.

"This barrier is his. ”

Kristof hated sitting on the throne very much.

Intellectually, however, he understood that it was indispensable. Leaders need to send a message to their subjects: Look down on the world, and be self-exalted. So, a terrifying-looking and tall giant chair subtly and naturally expressed this message.

But Kristof still didn't like to sit on it. He believed that he would make some kind of mistake and trample on its dignity. Because he is well aware of his flaws - he is not the material to be a leader at all. Over the years. He has been carefully observing the leaders around him, and he is also assiduously studying those who are not by his side. He knows as well as those around him that good leaders do the right thing and bad people do the wrong things. But there was one thing he understood early on: a proud and conceited leader would not last. It is inevitable that a leader will make mistakes of one kind or another, but there is never room for a mistake in the eyes of the proud and conceited, so a struggle destined to end in self-destruction or external destruction will surely push such people to the end. Christophe's former master, Geresos, is one such example. If the marshal had been willing to listen to himself or the other six, he would not have blindly cooperated with the Vault Dweller. As Kristof had expected, the undead betrayed Garesus and his warriors, paving the way for him to defeat and die. And by that time Christoph had already left. Towards a better future.

What an unfortunate reincarnation this is! Because only those who are proud and conceited will chase after the position of leader without regard for it. This enigmatic conundrum also explains why there are few great leaders in the world. As a young student, Christophe was very interested in this problem.

Kristof knew very well that he was an extremely egotistical man in his own right. His high confidence in his abilities was the reason why he was the most important minister next to Queen Broadmoor, but it was also the reason why he was absolutely unfit to take her place.

Still, he did as the queen told him. Replace the queen until she finishes that ridiculous errand.

Christophe hated the throne because it was a goddamn piece of sinful furniture. In order to be effective, the person sitting on it must straighten up, put his arms on the armrests, and gaze at all the speakers with a look of insight into the world. But for Christophe, sitting like this made his back uncomfortable. Only by sitting with his body bent over can he avoid the trouble of spinal pain. But that's it. It was as if he was sitting on a couch, a far cry from the majesty of a throne.

These are extraordinary times. Christophe really didn't want the queen to go to the orc country and do all that ridiculous thing, as if the whole of Theramore was no match for Durotal's gruff and ugly reptiles.

Queen Prodmore did a lot of admirable things. Whether as a mage or a king, few women can match her. Although there were many female rulers, none of them had been given the throne by hereditary succession or marriage, and none of them had ascended to the throne completely by their own will and perseverance like the queen. Although Medivan first proposed the idea of the Alliance, it is Gianna Prodmore who has achieved the great task of uniting humans and orcs for the first time ever before. In Christopher's eyes, Prodmore was the world's greatest leader, and he was honored to be her most trusted minister.

That's why Prodmore didn't care about the orcs, and Kristof could understand that. Of all the leaders he has come into contact with and studied, the only one who can be compared to Queen Prodmore is Thrall. His exploits—unifying the orc tribes, freeing them from the shackles imposed on their heads by demonic magic—were even more remarkable than what Queen Proudmoor had done.

But Thrall is only one of the orcs. Essentially, orcs are just uncivilized beasts who barely understand language. Their customs are still barbaric and primitive, and their ways of behaving are vulgar and unacceptable. Yes, Thrall is reforming them, teaching them an approximate civilization that he has learned from the humans who raised him. But Sal was going to die eventually. When he dies, all the humanity that the orcs have learned will die with him, and he will return to the ranks of the evil animals, to the cage that Sargeras had arranged for them.

Queen Prodmore certainly wouldn't have heard those words. Christophe once advised her, but the greatest leaders have their own blind spots, and that's hers. She believes that orcs should live in harmony with humans, and for this reason she even betrays her own father.

It was from that moment that Christophe had a premonition that an extraordinary action was about to happen. The queen would rather watch her father be killed than live up to the trust of the brutes. And the orcs - except Thrall - would not take her affection.

If it were another environment, Kristof would never have had the opportunity to do what he was already doing. Every day he wakes up, he reflects on whether he should do it or not, and every day he wakes up from fear. From the moment he set foot in Kalimdo, a land that had been war-torn and rebuilt, he lived in a lowly fear that all the qiē would be destroyed again. Aside from a northern outpost on the Merchant Coast, humanity was left with a small island along the east coast of Kalimdor. On three sides of the island are inhabited by the beasts: the better ones are indifferent and indifferent to the humans; The bad ones are eyeing each other and are full of hostility. On the other side of the island is the sea.

Despite his fears and fears, and despite his many warnings, the queen always favored the orcs to the detriment of humanity. She also repeatedly claimed that it would benefit the alliance, saying that it was better to unite with them than to split with them. Even so, the greatest tragedy is that she believes in them.

Christophe knows them better. Queen Proudmoore could not have foreseen what would follow, but he saw the end with the experience of his life. He must turn the tide. (To be continued.) )