As Egwene told her story of how she became a Guardian, Gianna was shocked to find that surprise could no longer describe how she felt. The history books she has read all regard this history as a good story and widely praised. She never imagined that the Tyriss Festival would be so reluctant to appoint Egwene; After her appointment, she was still worried about her gender; And they are so opposed and resistant to her opinions.

But after all, Egwen's experience is also hundreds of years old. "Magna, the facts you are presenting are not at all different from what is recorded in the scrolls of history. ”

"No," Egwene sighed, "of course it's different. Wouldn't it be better for you young mages to always think that all mages are serious and responsible, and to be in harmony? But I think you also find how empty their dogma is, without any example. Egwene shook his head and leaned back. "No, they don't want girls to be guardians at all, they just do it because they don't have any other choice. I was the best, much better than the four boys. But they regret it all the time. Egwene sat up straight, "In the end, we all regret it, if I don't ......"

Gianna shook her head, "It's ridiculous, you've done so many things." ”

"What have I done? I stubbornly insisted on taking the initiative to attack demons, but what did my stubbornness bring to the end? For 800 years, I have tried to eradicate these demons completely, but it is not in vain? Zmodor is just the first demon I have defeated, so many demons, so many battles, how many can you win? In the end, I didn't fall into the trap designed by Sargeras, I-"

This time, Gianna didn't need to listen to the story: "I know you ruined Sargeras's body, but his soul was attached to yours and later transferred to McGovern. ”

Egwen smiled wryly and said, "Do you still think I'm a great mage?" arrogance blinded my eyes, and I always thought that the mages of Tirispha were rigid and conservative old stupid donkeys, and they didn't really think about the actual situation: they were all battle-hardened. An experienced mage who knows the demons and the whole situation better than I do. After 'defeating' Sargeras, I became even more arrogant and unstoppable. They called me to a meeting. I always deliberately procrastinate or be absent, ignoring their rules and disobeying their orders. Don't forget, I defeated Sargeras, he's a god. What do these old guys know?" Egwen roared in pain, "What a self-righteous idiot!"

"Don't say that. Gianna didn't want to believe that. The greatest mage in her heart. It's unbelievable how the idol she once admired so much could be such a person, maybe she was making a fool just now. "It's all Sargeras's fault, and every mage can make mistakes like yours. You just said that he is a god, that he is afraid of your magic and that he designed to frame you, that he knows how to use you, and that you are doing nothing more than normal. ”

Egwene stared blankly at the cottage she called home, a corner of which had collapsed. "I've made a lot more mistakes than that, and Medivan has been dragged down by me. ”

Gianna didn't understand even more: "I know Medivan, he's-"

Egwene jerked his head to look at Gianna. Before she could finish speaking, she said, "I don't want to say what my son is like, I just want to say why he is the way he is." ”

"What do you mean?" Gianna looked puzzled, "Isn't Neras?Elam not Medivan's father?"

"Father?" Egwene let out a sound like a rock cracking, "That's a bit of a high-sounding word. ”

Sixty-nine years ago......

The summons became more urgent each time, and Egwene had to respond. The mages of Tirispha have changed several times: the three elves are still there, but the three humans and the gnome are long dead, their successors are dead, and now they are replaced by their successors. Although these people have changed, they are still the same in some ways. Egwene didn't want to ignore them, and he didn't want to recruit apprentice mages. She used magic to prolong her life. So that she can continue to be her guardian.

Standing on Lordaeron's breastwork, Egwen issued a tracking order to find one of Sargeras's former slaves, who were rumored to have escaped to Lordaeron. Halfway through the spell, Tyrius spell unleashed a powerful summoning charm at her, nearly causing her to lose her balance and fall to her death from her breastwork. This is already the third summoning talisman. The first summoning charm had already interfered with her spellcasting.

Egwene realized that if he didn't go back today. There's no way she'll be able to track down the slave. So, she teleported to the Tirisfal Glades. She stood on the rock on which Ferrarik had cast his spell - Fararik was dead, and all three of his companions had died in the fight against the demons - centuries before Ferrarik had turned the rock into the gold of the fools. Eight hundred years of sun and rain had long since worn away its original golden glow, and now all it saw was a dull brown stone.

"What is it important for you to interrupt my work?"

"Eight hundred years, Egwen. A new human mage said, Egwene had never thought to memorize his name, "Your term is already over. ”

Egwene straightened, making her appear taller than everyone else in the woodland. "You'd better call me 'Magna,' it's one of those rules you've set for the deceitful demon world. "Magna" means "protector" in the dwarven language, and has since been passed down as an honorific title for guardian. Egwene didn't care about the title at first, but the mages insisted on calling her that, and she wasn't allowed to flout it. Now, these mages don't follow the rules and make her feel very angry.

Ralphsla shot back, "Heh, now you're pretty disciplined, huh?"

The human glanced at Ralphsla, then said, "Magna, the point is that you and everyone here know in your heart that you are in a very dangerous situation. The longer you extend your life, the greater your risk. This anti-aging magic is not sophisticated or reliable. In the process of fighting or casting spells, you may suddenly find yourself in a state of natural age. If that happens, and you don't have a successor—"

Egwene held up a hand and motioned for him to stop. She didn't need these old stupid asses to give her a magic lesson. She's better than any of them, have they beaten Sargeras?" Well, I'll find a successor and pass on all the Guardian's magic to him. ”

The human gritted his teeth and said, "We'll find you a successor, just as we did when we chose Scarville's successor, and every Guardian before him." ”

"No, I'm going to decide for myself, and I'm sure I know better than anyone what it takes to be a Guardian - including those of you who only know how to stand in this forest and let others do the work. ”

"Magna—" The human spoke again, but Egwen didn't want to hear a word.

"I already know your opinion, I'll make an exception and consider it. Egwene smiled, "I think it's inevitable. Even if you are a fool, you will have one in a thousand thoughts. I'll let you know when a replacement is found. So be it. ”

Before the meeting was adjourned, Egwen teleported back to the breastwork. The old guys were right, but she still had to do her duty. She sent another tracking warrant to make sure the demon hadn't infiltrated Lordaeron as rumored.

It's all taken care of - there are no demons, just a few teenage kids who are obsessed with practicing spells they don't yet understand. If they continued to play, the demons might have been summoned, but she had a way to get rid of them before she could - Egwene teleported to Stormwind, specifically the home of Neras Elam.

For years, Elan had been one of Egwene's many loyal suitors, but Egwene had never looked at him squarely. It was only recently that Elan had shown a superior talent than the Mages of Tirisfara that caught Egwene's attention. To her delight, Elam had no prejudice against her, and that he was quite skilled in magic, and that he was the court magician of King Landan Wynne. If she were a few hundred years younger, she might have fallen in love with those blue eyes, those majestic shoulders and that easy-going smile.

But she won't be a few hundred years younger, she has no interest, no **, and doesn't even want to know about his love for her. When she was younger, Egwene liked to attract bees and butterflies, and Jonas was her first lover, but now she has lost patience with men. Eight hundred years of time have turned all the ups and downs into a bunch of hypocrisy and pretenses, which are not worth mentioning, and now she doesn't have the time or interest.

However, now Egwene seems to have found the same trick he used to seduce Jonas back then. She begins to strike up a conversation with Elam, and all of a sudden, she becomes obsessed with all of Elam's hobbies, including Elam's interest in dwarven music.

It was all for one purpose - to get him to sleep with her. (To be continued.) )