"Manipulated, countered, fooled?" Egwene interrupted, "yes, they certainly don't like it. But they don't dare to disobey you anymore, because they are afraid that I really have some romantic feelings for you. You should be relieved that of all the mages, warlocks, magicians, and scholars, you are the most potential. Your seed will protect and strengthen my child as a vessel for receiving my power. After he is born and weaned, you will raise him here. I know you'll do what I want, and the council doesn't want to miss this great opportunity to change him. ”

Nirrath shook her head vigorously. "But I ......," he paused, "then you ......" stopped again. When he spoke again, all that was left was eyes containing flames and a voice as cold as steel, "Good-bye, Magna Egwen. ”

"Good-bye, Niras Alain," said Egwen, "is a ...... Pleasantly," he said, turning to leave the room.

Niras Alain, the chief magician of King Azeroth, a member of the Council of Tirispha, and now the father of the future Guardian Medivan, sits at a table with a hearty breakfast. He picked up a golden fork, fiddled with it with his fingers, then sighed and threw it to the ground.

The illusion had dissipated before the fork hit the floor, but Khadgar noticed another noise, right behind him. It was the sound of boots rubbing against stones, and the sound of cloaks flicking. Khadgar is not alone.

Khadgar looked around and caught only a glimpse of the back of a hurried black cloak. The messenger was watching him. Medivan kept Khadgar far away every time he met with the stranger, which was bad enough - now the messenger could mess around in the tower and spy on him. Immediately, Khadgar ran to the door, and by the time he reached the door, the target had disappeared, but the sound of fabric and stones rubbing against the floor could still be heard. It was a staircase leading to the guest room.

Khadgar also rushed down the stairs. The curved staircase forced the messenger to walk through the outer wall, where the staircase was wider and comfortable to walk. The young mage raced up the staircase that he had walked countless times. He deftly jumped up the inside staircase, taking two steps and even three steps and moving forward. Halfway up from the guest room, Khadgar could already see the shadow of his target against the exterior wall. When he reached the guest's floor, he could see the cloaked man speeding through the hallway. Walk to the door of her room. Once this emissary enters the room, he will lose this opportunity. He jumped over the last four flights of stairs and grabbed the figure under the cloak with his hands.

His hand felt the strong muscles under his clothing, and he turned his target's body so that the whole person was facing the wall. "Astral mages would be happy to know about your espionage practices......" he began. But he swallowed again halfway through the words, and when the cloak fell, he saw the messenger hidden underneath.

She wears a travel leather jacket, lace boots, black trousers, and a loose black silk blouse. She was muscular, and Khadgar thought she had been brutally trained. But her skin was green, and when the hood was removed, she revealed an orc face with a protruding chin and fangs. Long, green ears protrude from jet-black hair.

"Orcs!" Khadgar exclaimed instinctively. He raised his hand and chanted a spell, trying to summon a magic missile to attack the enemy in front of him.

But he didn't have a chance to do it. When he just opened his mouth to say the incantation. The orc unleashed a sharp back kick that lifted her thigh to chest height, and her knee swept over Khadgar's raised arm, interrupting the spellcast. The soles of his leather boots hit Khadgar's face head-on, and Khadgar shook a little.

Khadgar staggered back a few steps, a smell of blood in his mouth - he must have been bleeding from a blow to the face. He raised his arm again to cast the fireball, but the orc was too fast, faster than the heavily armed warriors he had fought before. She was already close enough to punch Khadgar in the stomach again, pumping the air out of Khadgar's lungs. I can't concentrate anymore.

The young mage roared, giving up on magic for a moment and releasing himself to a more direct approach, with his fists. The pain of the beating prompted him to run wildly. Grabbing the woman's arm and trying to push her down. A look of surprise crossed the woman's green face, but only for a moment. She stood on her feet, pulled Khadgar in front of her, and skillfully cracked Khadgar's attack to restrain him.

Pulled closer to the orcs, Khadgar smelled the scent of spices. Then the orc threw him to the floor. His body slid across the stone floor, hit the wall, and finally rolled to a pair of feet and came to a stop.

Looking up at his feet, Khadgar saw the old butler, who was looking down at him, looking at him with a blank face.

"Moros!" Khadgar shouted. "Go back, find the Astral Mage, we have an orc in the tower. ”

Moros didn't move, instead looking up at the orc with his blindfolded eyes. "Emissary, are you alright?"

The woman grinned and put on her cloak again. "It couldn't be better. I just need to move my muscles and bones. The little cub was very enthusiastic and helped with this. ”

"Moros!" the young mage argued, "this woman ......"

"It's the messenger, the guest of the Astral Mage," Moros interrupted, and then his tone softened again, "I'm looking for you, and the master wants to see you." ”

Khadgar stood up, staring sharply at the woman. "When you meet Master Astral Mage, will you sue her for your surveillance?"

"Not to see her. Moros corrected, "I want to see you, apprentice." ”

"She's an orc!" Khadgar cried, his voice harsher than he had thought.

"It's an orc, actually. Medivan buried his head at his workbench, fiddling with a gold-made instrument, an astrolabe. "I'm guessing that there are humans in her homeland, or humanoids, or at least they have living memories. "Hand me the goniometer, apprentice.

"They're going to kill you. Khadgar shouted.

"You mean orcs? Some of them are, yes," Medivan said calmly, "some of the orcs are trying to kill me. I want to kill you too. Garona wasn't one of them. At least I don't think she's. She came here as a representative of their people. At least on behalf of a part of the people. ”

Garona, so this woman still has a name, Khadgar thought. Khadgar added, "We're being attacked by orcs. I've seen visions of orc attacks. I've also read letters from all over the kingdom of Azeroth, about orc sneak attacks and attacks. Each letter speaks of orc cruelty and ferocity. And it looks like there are more and more of them. They are a dangerous and savage race. ”

"And she got you easily, I guess. Medivan said, looking up from the workbench.

Khadgar subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, where the blood had dried up. "That has nothing to do with what I said. ”

Medivin complained, harshly worded. "She's a half-orc. She's just as dangerous as you, think about it. She is my guest and deserves the respect she deserves. I hope that respect comes from you, the young trust. ”

Khadgar was silent for a moment, then tried to say something else, "She's a messenger. ”

"Yes. ”

"Who sent her?"

"One or more clans that inhabit the Black Swamp. "I'm not quite sure which clans they are, we haven't gone deep into there. ”

Khadgar blinked in surprise. "You let her in, and she doesn't have any official identity?"

Medivan put down the instrument in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief tiredly. "She has introduced herself to me, and she represents a part of the orc clan, the same ones who attacked the kingdom of Azeroth not long ago. If the problem can be solved by other means, not by force, then someone has to open the door to talks. And this is the place to be. Also, it should be made clear that this is my tower, not ours. And you are my student here, my apprentice, and I left you on a whim. As my student, my apprentice, I want you to keep an open mind. ”

Khadgar was silent for a moment, trying to get himself to accept the qiē. "So, who does she represent? some orcs, just herself, or all orcs?"

"She, as mentioned, represents herself," Medivan said, sighing very angrily.

"Not all human beings believe in the same thing. Well, there is no reason to think that orcs are all the same. And what puzzles me is why, out of your natural curiosity, you can do everything you can to get information from her instead of allowing me to do this or that. Do you doubt that I am not strong enough to deal with a simple orc?"

Khadgar was speechless, embarrassed by his behavior and conservatism. Was he suspicious of Medivan? Was this an opportunity for the Astral Mage to defy his council a little? These thoughts haunted Khadgar, and Lothar's words, Sargeras's visions, and the council's politics undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. He wanted to warn the old man, but every word seemed to be pushed back.

"I'm worried about you, many times. Finally he said.

"I'm worried about you, too," replied the old mage, a little distraught. "I seem to be worrying about a lot of things these days. ”

Khadgar must make a final effort. "My lord, I suppose this Garona is a spy," he said succinctly, "I think she has come here to learn from you so that I can use it against you in the future." ”

Medivan leaned back and smiled wickedly at Khadgar, "That's a fifty-step laugh, young mage." Or have you forgotten the whole bunch of "shopping" lists you had with your teachers at Kenrito when you first came to Karazhan?"

Khadgar blushed as he left the room. (To be continued.) )