It reached out its hand, palm up, pulled out a dagger and pierced it with the tip. Pale red blood immediately gushed out and flowed on its clawed hands.

The robed beast chanted incantations Khadgar had never heard before, and the blood on its hands began to burn.

"Human, do you want to play?" the beast said suddenly, in barely intelligible human language. "Do you want to play with magic? ”

"Get out of here!," Khadgar shouted again. "Get out of here or you'll die!"

However, the young mage's voice was already trembling, and the monster in the robe laughed slyly.

Khadgar scanned the area around him, looking for the best place to escape, wondering if he might find a sword to defend himself, or maybe this Nosgreen was bluffing like he had just done.

Slime took another step towards Khadgar, and the two brutes to his right suddenly let out a strange scream and burst into flames. This qiē happened so suddenly, and everyone present, including Khadgar, was stunned. Northgreen turned to the two sacrificed men to take a look, and the other two brutes beside him also burst into flames like dry wood. The beasts screamed and struggled, and finally fell to the ground in despair and turned to charred black.

Medivan stood there, where the monsters had gathered. He emitted the glow of magic all over his body, while also absorbing the burning carriages and corpses around him, and even the light from the large campfire, everything that was shiny was eclipsed around him. He looked very relaxed and happy, smiling at the panicked monsters, a primitive, cruel smile.

"My student told you to leave," Medivan began, "and you should have followed his advice a long time ago. ”

One of the beasts let out a defiant roar, and the mighty Astral Mage instantly silenced it with a flick of his hand. An unseen force slammed into its face, and with a tearing crackle, the monster fell to the sand. And the head flew back a few meters before hitting the ground.

The remaining beasts took a step back with a winc, and then all scattered into the night. Only their heads, the robed Northgreen, were still standing in place. Its massive jaws flare exaggerated in surprise.

"Nosgreen knows you, human," it said timidly, "you are the ......"

Before it could finish speaking, it screamed at Medivan's spellcasting gesture, and the burst of air and fire magic lifted it off the ground. Burning and rising upwards, it screamed until its lungs collapsed with compression, and charred corpses fell like black snowflakes in midair.

Khadgar looked at Medivan, and the ** division grinned complacently. The smile finally faded, and the moment Madison focused his gaze on Khadgar's gray face.

"Are you alright, young man?" he asked.

"Not bad. Khadgar felt that his weak body could no longer support the weight of his body. He tried to sit down, but ended up on his knees. Thinking is blank.

Medivan immediately walked up to him and placed his palm on the young mage's forehead. Khadgar tried to remove the master's hand, but he found that he didn't even have that strength.

"Rest," Medivan looked at him, "to regain his energy." The worst part is over. ”

Khadgar nodded. Blinking. He looked at the corpses beside the fire and thought, what could have killed him as easily as an ant in the library? Was it a little impression of Khadgar? a little memory, or was it out of humanity?

The young mage asked, "These things." His voice sounded slurred. "What are they......"

"Orcs. The Astral Mage returned to the Dao. "They're orcs. Well, now don't ask any more questions. ”

"The Knights are still in the end," Mediven sighed, "and it's too late, but don't tell them about it." They'll find those who have fallen behind. Rest now. ”

The cavalry soon arrived at the camp, half of them dismounted from their horses and began to examine the corpses on the ground, while the other half continued along the main road. A small team of them was arranged to bury the bodies of the sacrificial guards. A few orc corpses that had not been burned by Medivan were also brought to the main campfire, where their corpses slowly carbonized in the fire with the sound of burning flutters.

Khadgar couldn't remember when Medivan had walked away, but he did return to Khadgar's side with the commander of the cavalry. The commander is a sturdy man. Appearing older than his actual age, his face was battered with the vicissitudes of war and full of traces of war. His beard had long since shriveled like a withered weed, and was as off-white as pepper. The hairline on his head was about to recede to the back of his head, revealing a wide forehead. It was a huge man, dressed in plate armor and a large cloak that made him look even more majestic. On his shoulder, Khadgar could see the hilt of a greatsword (the one with Allroll inscribed?), the front of which was gem-encrusted.

"Khadgar, this is Sir Anduin Lothar. Medivan began to introduce: "Lothar, this is my student, from Khadgar in Kenrito. ”

Khadgar's mind raced, trying to remember where he had heard the resounding name. Sir Lothar. The King's warrior, King Ryan and Medivan's childhood companion. He must have had the royal greatsword on his back, the sword of oath that symbolized the defense of Azeroth, and......

Medivan just said that Khadgar was his student?

Lothar knelt down on one knee so that she was at eye level with the young man in front of her and looked at him with a smile, "Well, you finally have a student, and you have to run to the Violet Garden to find it, don't you?"

"Find one with the right merits, well, yes," Medivan replied

"If this has the advantage of being able to sort out a local mage's **, it is indeed a lot better, huh, oh, don't look at me like that, Medivan. Sue me, what did this lad do to make you unforgettable?"

"Oh, usually," replied to an old friend's question with a sly smile.

"He tidied up my library, tamed the griffon on the first try, and single-handedly got the orc, including a warlock. ”

Sir Lothar whistled, "He has sorted out your library?" A smile flashed under his gray lips.

"Sir Lothar," Khadgar finally struggled to squeeze out. "Your skill is known even in Dalaran. ”

"Rest well, young man," Lothar said as she placed her heavy plate gloves on the young mage's shoulders.

"We'll take care of the rest of the beasts. ”

Khadgar shook his head, "No, as long as you're still on the avenue. ”

The King's warriors blinked in surprise, and Khadgar wasn't sure if it was because of his presumptuousness or the content of what he said.

"I'm afraid the boy is right," said Medivan, "the orcs have set up camp in the swamp. They seem to know the Black Swamp better than we do, which explains why they act so efficiently. If we stay on the road, they will surround us from the side.

Lothar scratched the back of her head with her glove. "Maybe I can borrow some of your griffons to scout. ”

"The dwarves who train these griffons may have a different opinion," Medivan said. "But maybe you can talk to them, and the gnomes, they have some weird things and flying machines that might be good for scouting. ”

Lothar nodded, scratching her chin and said, "How did you know the orcs were here?"

"I've met an orc lead scout on my turf," Medivan replied calmly as if talking about the weather, "I got word from him that a large team was preparing to sneak up the swamp drive, and I was going to get in time to warn them." The ** teacher looked at the mess around him and said meaningfully.

The morning sun was not strong enough to illuminate the land around them. Many of the smaller flames had been extinguished, and the smell of burnt orc corpses was in the air. A faint cloud drifted over the camp.

A young soldier, presumably slightly older than Khadgar, ran over to report that they had found several survivors, one of whom had been bitten badly by the orcs, but was still alive. **Can the teacher go over and see it immediately?

"You stay with this kid," Medivan said, "and he's a little confused about what happened." After saying that, the ** master strode through the bloody, charred land in front of him, his robe waving behind him like a flag.

Khadgar tried to get up and follow, but Lothar put a heavy glove on his shoulder and pressed him back. Khadgar held on for a moment, then finally returned to his seated position.

Lothar looked at Khadgar with a smile. "The old fool finally has an assistant too. ”

"Student," Khadgar said weakly, though he felt a sense of pride in his heart, which gave him the strength to speak again. "He's had a lot of assistants. But they didn't last long, that's what I heard. ‘

"Uh-huh," Lothar said. "Some of them are my recommendations, and they all run back to me with stories of a haunted tower and a crazy fickle mage. What do you think of him?"

Khadgar blinked and thought for a moment. For the past 12 hours, Mediven has attacked him, forced knowledge into his brain, dragged him across the country on the back of a griffon, and finally left him alone to face so many orcs before sacrificing his life to rescue. On the other hand, he acknowledged Khadgar as his disciple. his students. (To be continued.) )