Within a few days, the library was restored to its original state. Books that have become more broken have basically been put in their rightful places. The good news is that the precious (and trapped) books are on the upper floors and have not been affected by this disaster. It took some time to restore the bookshelves, and Garona and Khadgar converted the vacant pens into carpentry huts, trying to repair (and some of them were to be redone) the damaged bookshelves.

As for the demon, there is still no trace of it. Aside from the damage it caused: the iron paw prints still remain on the desk, and the Azeroth Kings are broken, probably from its big mouth. But it didn't leave any blood, blood, or stumps at Medivan's feet.

"Maybe someone saved me. "This is one of Garona's assumptions.

"It was dead before we left. Khadgar replied nonchalantly, recalling whether he had placed the epic in the upper or lower rows of romance.

"It may have taken the body," said Garona, "someone must have brought it in, and then the same person took the body out." ”

"How to explain the bloodstains. Kaga reminded.

"Eliminate it with magic," the orc was confident in his reasoning, "maybe it was a demon who loves cleanliness." ”

"There's no such magic, it's against the laws of magic. Khadgar Road.

"Maybe not your kind of magic, not the kind you've learned," Garona said, "and there are many kinds of magic. The old shaman in the orcs used one kind of magic, and the warlock used another. So maybe it's a kind of magic you haven't heard of. ”

"Impossible," Khadgar denied, "whatever magic it is, it always leaves a trace, a caster's trace—their residual energy field. I can sense this field. And my magic tells me that there are only two people in this tower who have cast spells lately, one is myself and the other is Medivan. I've checked the Guardian Enchantments too, and Medivan is right—they're all working properly. No demon can break through these barriers, whether by magic or whatever. ”

Garona shrugged, "But there are always exceptions. For example, the existence of the tower itself is not reasonable, right? Maybe here, the old laws do not apply at all. ”

This time it was Khadgar's turn to shrug: "If it's really Sauce Purple, then we could be in even more terrible trouble than I thought." ”

Khadgar's relationship with the orcs seems to have progressed a lot with the restoration of the library. Just the sound. She almost looked like a human. But she still refuses to confess who her head is, and Khadgar has to be wary of that. So keep an eye on the questions she asks and the topics she often touches.

He had also tried to track her external contacts, using a spell to set up a detection net in the guest room area. to track her outings and send letters. But nothing suspicious has occurred. If she had, she must have used some kind of trick to hide Khadgar's spells - and that was impossible. He was even promised that information would be shared equally if she did anything with the information she had gathered here. Surely it won't be so frank.

Garona really fulfilled her promise and began to share her knowledge of orcs with Khadgar. Khadgar could gradually sketch in his mind the orc system of domination (based on strength and combat effectiveness) and the numerous clans within it. Sometimes, the envoy would bring her own personal views of the clans, such as which chiefs she classified as idiots, and which chiefs only wanted to go to war everywhere. Khadgar soon had an intuitive impression of the tribe she depicted—the frequent change of dynasty and the predominance of the survival of the fittest.

The Bloodcave Clan is a large conservative faction of the Horde. They have a strong membership and a long history of conquest, but since this generation of rulers - Kilrog. Dead Eye has shown signs of decline since then, and the aging Kilrog's interest in fighting the battlefield is waning. Garona points out that in orc governments, older rulers are usually more pragmatic. And this is often misunderstood by the younger generation as cowardice. Kilrog has already cut off three of his own sons and two grandchildren. Because they all felt that they were more suitable to be chiefs.

The Blackstone clan also seems to be a large branch of the tribe, and the leader is called the Black Hand. He was naturally nominated for the title of chief after all the contenders had been flattened. The clan split off, and each of them knocked out one of their own teeth, calling themselves the Black Fang Clan. Quite a spoof name.

Of course, there are other clans, such as the Twilight Atmosphere that indulges in ruining miè or something. Fireblade appears to have no leader, but more like a non-governmental force of insurgent members of the tribe. The others are all small clans, such as the Plunder led by a Warlock. Khadgar suspects that Garona is behind the Raiders, as her description of the clan is very brief.

Khadgar took notes as far as he could, and summarized them in a report that was sent to Lothar. The number of letters coming from all over Azeroth proliferates, and tribes seem to be pouring out from all over the Black Swamp. The orcs, who were the only ones left in the legend last year, are now ubiquitous. Stormstorm Fortress is in full swing to face this threat. Khadgar kept the worse and worse news from Garona, but reported to Lothar in detail the qiē he had gathered, down to the rivalries between the clans and their favorite colors (e.g. Blackstone likes red for some reason).

Khadgar also tries to report what he knows to Medivan, but Midiwen is curiously uninterested. In fact, the astral mage and Garona don't communicate as often as they used to. Sometimes Medivan even left the house without saying a word. Even when he was, he seemed increasingly unapproachable, sitting alone on a chair at the observatory, gazing at the night sky of Azeroth. Khadgar felt even more distant about him than he had been when he first came. He became more moody than before. More assertive, and more reluctant to listen.

Everyone else noticed his drifting temper. Every time he left the astral mage's room, Moros would cast a pained look at Khadgar. And when looking back at a map of the known world (since it was made in Stormwind, they found a difference when they talked about Lordaeron), Garona stirred up the topic.

"Is he old like that?" she asked.

Khadgar replied quietly, "He's more moody." ”

"Yes, but the first time I met him, I felt like he was energetic and positive. And now he looks ......"

"Fidgety?"

"Decay. Garona said with some disgust.

Khadgar couldn't argue with that.

That afternoon, Khadgar reported a new message to the Astral Mage, all of which were Purple Sealed Secret Letters, all begging Medivan to help deal with the Orcs.

"Orcs are not demons," Medivan said, "they are flesh and blood, and this kind of problem should be solved by warriors, not mages. ”

"The situation is urgent," Khadgar said, "I heard that the army has withdrawn from the area around the Black Swamp, and that the refugees are pouring into Stormwind and beyond. They're already closing here. ”

"So they want the Guardians to run to save them right away. Unfortunately, I have to stay in this tower to keep an eye out for the demons that twist the void. Now they want me to fight against another country and another people in order to save them, and the next time there is a trade conflict between Azeroth and Lordaeron, are they still going to pull me into the negotiator? We don't have to worry about it. (To be continued.) )