Khadgar recalls the scene in the illusion where Sargeras and Egwene face off. Could the power he had displayed at that time be just a fragment of the most powerful of demons?

"Magna Egwen," Medivan paused as he finished the words. It was as if he was not used to pronouncing the words at all. "She gave birth to me, and she was born almost a thousand years ago. She has a great talent and was chosen as a Guardian by the rest of the council. I'm sure the whitest-bearded of the white-bearded old men in the council at the time thought they could manipulate her, and then continued to use the Guardian as a pawn in their game of politics.

But she caught them by surprise. At this point, a smile leaked into Medivan's face, "she refused to be manipulated, and she also defeated some of the most powerful mages in the council at the time, who were obsessed with demonic knowledge, when it was naïve to believe that her maverick would soon be over, because sooner or later she would have to pass the cloak to the next more controllable candidate. However, she shocked them once more, and with the great power in her body, she lived for a thousand years, her appearance did not change in the slightest for a thousand years, and she could even continue to use her power in a wise and elegant way. As a result, the Legislature and the Guardian were essentially separated. The former can provide the latter with a foundation, but the latter can restrain the former at any time to prevent the tragedy of Kadore from happening again.

"In the past thousand years, she has been fighting against endless darkness all the time, and even challenged the ** form of Sargeras that squeezed into this planet in order to exterminate the dragons and absorb their power for herself. Magna confronted him, defeated him, and then sealed his body in a place no one knew, forever severing his connection to the Endless Darkness, where his true power lies. That's what the epic book is really about, "Egwen's Hymn," and it's the story Jazba really wants to know. But after all, she can't do it forever, but after all, the world will always need guardians.

"So......" Medivan's voice lowered. She dressed herself up again. She is indeed extremely powerful, but she is still flesh after all. Therefore, the councillor hoped that she would one day hand over her power. However, the truth is that she had a child with a court mage from Azeroth's court, and she wanted to designate that child as her heir. She threatened the parliament. Saying that she would never abdicate if they did not respect her choice, she would rather take the power of the Guardian to the grave than pass it on to others. Eventually, the council felt that they were manipulating the kid relatively ...... I...... Probably a little more realistic. So they agreed. ”

"The power was too heavy for me," Medivan said, "and it awakened within me when I was little, when you were younger than you are now. And I fell asleep for twenty years. Egwen's life is so long, but I seem to have been robbed of most of my life. His voice lowered again," Magna Egwen...... My mother ...... "He wanted to say something, but found he couldn't say anything more."

Khadgar straightened up for a moment. Medivan raised his head again and brushed his beard back: "During the time I was asleep, the evil forces came back into this world. More demons, more monsters appeared. And now my council has once again embarked on the dark old path of playing with fire. That's right, Hagra and Hajarim - they are members of the council, just like the others. For example, the old Alexis of Kenrito. Yes, something similar happened to him, but the council did a good job of hiding the truth. You may have heard of this. They feared my mother's power, and they feared me, and I had to be on my guard at all times, lest their fears in turn ruin them. This adds another layer of burden to the work of the Guardians of Tirisfa. ”

The old man got up from his chair, "I have to go!" he said.

"Let's go?" Khadgar asked, looking at the lanky figure in front of him, surprised by the power within.

"Just like your right building, there's a demon hanging outside. Medivan smiled, as if his mood had fully recovered, "Ring the Hunting Trumpet, I need to find him before it regains its vitality and kills more innocents." ”

Khadgar straightened up and asked, "Where do we start?"

Medivan stopped. Turning to look at Khadgar, his eyes were a little strange. "Aha, we don't start looking anywhere. I'm just going alone. You're talented, but you've never dealt with a demon. This is my battle alone, the young apprentice 'trusted'. ”

"Astral Mage, I think I should be able to ......"

But Medivan interrupted him with a hand raised.

"I also need you to stay here and find out. "I'm sure old Lothar had his ear to the door for the first ten minutes and eavesdropped, and now he must have a keyhole-shaped mark on his face." Medivan grinned sinisterly. "He knows a lot, but not everything. I sue you for this, I just don't want him to get too much out of your mouth. I need someone to keep the Guardian's secrets, and now I have you. ”

Khadgar looked at Medivan, and the old mage winked at him. He rushed to the door and opened it quickly. Although Lothar didn't fall into the room as expected, he was indeed outside the door. Maybe he was eavesdropping, or maybe he was just standing guard.

"Mad," Lothar laughed unnaturally, "His Majesty the King......

"Your Majesty the King will understand," said Medivan, who ran past the big man in a puff of smoke. "It's more important to deal with a raging demon first than to meet the leaders of the country. No matter what the priority is. Also, would you like to help take care of my apprentice?"

After he said this in one breath, the person had already run away without a trace. Lothar, who was left behind, didn't have time to say a word.

The old soldier touched his bald head and sighed helplessly. Then he looked at Khadgar and let out another long sigh.

"He's old, you know," said Lothar, as if Khadgar really knew, "I suppose you're a little hungry, I'm afraid? ”

The main part of this late lunch was frozen game meat from the freezer, and Lothar was holding it with her arms crooked. As for his hand, it is a wine bottle the size of a water tank in one hand. Even as he walked in such a difficult posture as an acrobat, the king's warrior seemed to be at ease, carrying his lunch and leading Khadgar to a balcony overlooking the city from above.

"Your Excellency," Khadgar said, "though the Astral Mage wants you to take care of me, I think you have other things to do......"

"Well," replied Lothar, "but most of the matter was taken care of by the time you spoke to Medivan, and King Ryan was now in his room, as well as most of the rest of the courtiers, to keep the demon from creeping into the palace. I've also sent my cronies around the city to investigate, but nothing suspicious has happened so far. Actually, I'm really looking forward to the demon appearing somewhere, and I'm www.biquge.info panicking. I've exhausted all my means so far, but there is still no news, so I have to keep waiting. He looked at Khadgar, "My lieutenants know I'm here, and every time I miss lunch, I come here on this balcony to make up for it." ”

When Khadgar heard these words, he realized that the king's warrior was indeed very similar to Medivan's personality - he would always carefully plan the next few steps before doing things, and he would take pleasure in telling others about his elaborate plans afterwards. Now Lothar was starting to tear the drumsticks, and Khadgar picked up a few slices of chicken breasts by the way.

After that, the two ate to themselves and did not speak for a long time. To be honest, the game on this table is really badly cooked, because they are actually filled with a lot of spices, bacon, butter and then thrown together in a pot and boiled. Even after refrigeration, the bite is still very unpleasant. And the wine is also too spicy, and the taste of hops is very strong.

The whole city is under their noses. To accentuate the king's majesty, the castle itself sits on a protruding rock formation, and with the added height of the tower, the citizens of Stormwind as they navigate the crowded streets look like little dolls. Today may be in time for a market in the city, where the streets are brightly decorated and the hawkers can be heard everywhere (in fact, at the height of Khadgar, the sound is actually very soft).

For a moment, Khadgar forgot where he was, completely immersed in a state of forgetting both things and himself. The city is so beautiful...... But Lothar's slurred voice as he ate pulled him back to reality.

"Well," said the king's warrior, as if to himself, "how is he doing?"

Khadgar thought for a moment and said, "He's very strong, and you can see it, Your Excellency. ”

"Bah," Lothar was unhappy with the answer, but Khadgar thought he was just spitting out flesh and bones, "I 'see' it?, but I know better than anyone else how Mad's pretense is to get by." What I want to know is, how is he?"

Khadgar had no choice but to turn his head and pretend to be looking at the cityscape, wondering if he had the gift of Madison to deflect and deflect the old man across from him, and deflect and avoid the question.

The conclusion is, no. Medivan is much older than he is in dealing with relationships (e.g., friendship, loyalty). He had no choice but to find another way to reply: "Very severe." He's really harsh. He is also very wise, and often surprises. Sometimes I really feel like I'm being a disciple of a whirlwind. With that, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Lothar, hoping that this answer would satisfy the other party.

Lothar nodded, "That's right, Whirlwind. You're using too tactful words, but you're actually trying to say, 'thunderstorm,' right?"

Khadgar shrugged weakly: "Well, he also has his own preferences, and he is similar to everyone else. ”

"Uh-huh," said the king's warrior, "the groom kicks his dog when he has affection." When the mage has affection, he makes a city disappear. I don't mean anything specific. (To be continued.) )