The three older boys, one Medivan and the other Lothar, and the third was undoubtedly Ryan, now King of Ezerath. Kenrito's archives record the trio's early expeditions, as they often explored the kingdom's frontiers, fighting raiders and monsters.

Now, the three men are in front of Khadgar. Ryan's story seemed to have just ended, and Lothar was laughing so hard that she almost rolled off the stake he was sitting on, and Medivan covered her mouth with her hands over her mouth and feigned coughing to hide her smile.

Madison raised his hand and pointed in one direction, as if to say it was time for us to go. Lothar finally calmed down and went to get his gear straightened, and Ryan buried his face in his hands, as if embarrassed to delay his trip.

At that moment, there was a rustling sound from the jungle around them, something was moving! The three of them immediately stopped what they were doing, and they must have sensed something. Khadgar, the third party of this party, clearly sensed that some malevolent monsters were already lurking around the camp. Lothar slowly bent down and pulled out the greatsword (A.L?) at his feet, and Ryan stood up alertly, drew a double-sided axe from behind the tree, and motioned with his eyes for Lothar to scout over there, and motioned for Medivan to take charge of the other side. Medivan walked slowly towards the periphery, not taking anything, and it was clear that Medivan was the strongest of the three at that time.

Ryan walked cautiously but firmly to the other side of the camp - where he thought the attacker was hiding, then raised his axe and slammed it out.

The attacker was forced to jump out of his hiding place. The monster was half as tall as they were, and for a moment, Khadgar was a giant orc.

He remembered Oronda's monster manual, oh no, this wasn't an orc, this was a troll. The troll in front of him looked like a jungle troll, his skin dark blue in the moonlight, and gray cockscomb-like hair running from his forehead to his neck. Like the orcs, his fangs stick out from his chin. But unlike the orc's sky-facing fangs, his fangs are more elongated, extending downwards and forming an arc like an ivory. His frustrated facial features are like an elongated version of a human being. It looks extremely weird, with a string of human bone necklaces hanging on his chest, and the tattoo is also clearly visible, which looks particularly hideous.

The troll let out a battle roar, swinging its spear at Ryan. Ryan wanted to reclaim his weapon. But the previous swing was too hard, and it couldn't be retracted in a hurry. Thankfully, Lothar charged up to the troll, blocking the blow, then slashing back, followed by Medivan, energy converging at his fingertips.

The troll nimbly dodged backwards, dodging Lothar's attack, followed by another big step back, Ryan's great axe narrowly swept in front of him. The two warriors worked together to alternate attacks, forcing the trolls to retreat frequently. There is only the ability to parry and no power to fight back, and the battle circle is getting farther and farther away from the camp, and it seems that humans have the upper hand.

Khadgar, however, sensed that the troll's moves were unmistakable, and his movements seemed to be aimed at luring humans somewhere.

Young Medivan yells at his friend, he must have discovered the troll's trap too.

Before he could finish speaking, the other two trolls suddenly jumped out and attacked Ryan from two directions.

Just as the troll had predicted, the move came so suddenly that Ryan was caught off guard and stabbed in the right arm. The future king shouted. The axe hangs to the ground.

With a successful blow, one troll continues to attack Ryan, and the other two trolls begin to lay siege to Lothar, who calmly and skillfully wields his greatsword in defense. Barely withstood the troll's attack. During this sneak attack, the trolls showed their ingenuity, and their ambush succeeded in separating the two warriors, forcing Medivan to choose which one to help.

He chose to help Ryan Khadgarguess because Ryan was injured. With a glow of fire magic in her hands, Medivan lunged in Ryan's direction—only to be struck in the face by the troll, and the heavy hilt of the spear slammed into Medivan's jaw. He fell in response. The troll turned in an elegant gesture and struck at the wounded Ryan a few more times, and Ryan fell, his axe slipping from the future monarch's grasp.

Looking at the two people lying on the ground, the troll's movements were sluggish, as if he was hesitating to kill which one to kill first. In the end, he chose Medivan, who was closer to him, and the spear was held high above his head, the black tip of the spear glowing cold in the moonlight.

But Medivan wouldn't give him this chance, taking advantage of the moment he hesitated, Medivan seized the last opportunity to recite the spell silently, and at the moment when the spear was pierced into his throat, the magic was activated, and a small whirlwind appeared out of thin air, rolling up the sand and fascinating the troll's eyes, the troll was in a hurry to rub his eyes with his hands, this was the last chance! Medivan didn't get up, nor did he cast a spell, but rolled forward on the spot, took out a dagger, and stabbed the troll into the troll.

The troll was battered, and a terrible cry echoed through the jungle, and he swung his spear wildly in a vain attempt to hit Medivan. At this time, Medivan had rolled to the side, stood up and whispered a spell, a crackling pop sounded between his fingers, and raised his hand to release a lightning ball. The troll paused heavily by the strong electricity, and then knelt down, he was finished, his body paralyzed by the electricity did not obey the call, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get up, the troll raised his head, his red eyes burned with hatred, and he stared at the mage.

Ryan stepped up behind the troll and picked up the axe, the blade of which reflected the moonlight and shone strangely, slashing at the troll's neck...... Okay, get one.

On Lothar's side, this warrior completely relied on himself to defend the enemy's attack, but he only barely held on, and had no power to fight back.

The troll heard the screams of his companions, and one continued to attack, while the other, with red eyes full of murderous aura, screamed and rushed at the two. Ryan struck and retreated among the shadows of the sword, and the troll swung his spear frantically and took two more steps forward, a campfire dying at his feet. It's now!Hiding on the sidelines, Medivan chanted a rhythmic spell, his arms raised to his shoulders, his clothes hunting, and the red light enveloped his body, shining red like a terrifying demon in the quiet moonlight. After the last syllable was sung, the campfire suddenly exploded, and the flames rushed into the sky, turning into a huge fiery lion head, and burning towards the troll, who burned as if it had been doused with asphalt, and he screamed and jumped into the nearby pond to extinguish the raging flames on his body, but to no avail, the hungry hellfire gradually consumed the desperate troll.

The last troll, seeing that the situation was not good, forced Lothar back with a slam and rolled towards the bushes himself. At the critical moment, it is important to run away. Ryan was already waiting for him, his axe and the corners of his mouth upturned. There was a mockery in his eyes: Sample, do you want to run? Facing Ryan who was blocking him, the troll roared into a state of rage, but he forgot one thing, and that was Lothar behind him, the first warrior of the future kingdom. Taking advantage of the troll's roar, he held the giant sword in his hand and swung the spear from the inside out, and then used the rebound power of the spear to sweep from the outside to the inside, slashing him under his feet.

The battle is finally over.

Lothar stepped forward and patted Ryan, who was still bleeding from his wounds, with a smile on his face, as if he was laughing at Ryan's terrible appearance. Ryan put his finger to Lothar's lips to silence him, then gestured at Medivan.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Medivan. He was still standing on one side, his arms not lowered, his fingers spasming from exertion, twisting like eagle talons. His lips were closed, and he stared blankly ahead. Ryan and Lothar (and Khadgar) ran towards him by name, but it was too late, and the white moonlight flowed softly, and young Medivan collapsed to the ground.

The two of them rushed forward to help Medivan up, the young mage looking badly and breathing heavily. The pupils were wide in the moonlight. His friend bent down and looked at him anxiously, he opened his mouth and barely managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Don't look at me." He looked at Khadgar, yes. He looked at Khadgar and fainted. Khadgar was stunned, his mouth half-open, his expression incredulous, and slowly retreated. Can Medivan see him? Like the battlemage who had the same eyes as him, Medivan could really see him? Ryan and Lothar pinched and pinched. But to no avail, Medivan never woke up.

"Khadgar!" he heard Medivan call him, the old man's voice clear, but it seemed to be from another world. "Khadgar!" the illusion vanished suddenly, as if the curtain of a door had been lifted to enter a new room, and Khadgar returned to the library, and in front of him stood Medivan, who was much older than the one lying in the jungle.

"Young trust, are you alright? I've called you several times, but you haven't answered. ”

"I'm sorry, Maddie... Teacher. Khadgar hadn't relented yet, and stammered. He took a deep breath, "Vision, I'm stuck in another illusion. ”

Medivan's long eyebrows furrowed together. "Visions of orcs and red skies again?" he asked, the green storm in his eyes darting as he began to rush.

Khadgar shook his head and said thoughtfully, "No, it's a troll, some blue troll, in the jungle." The sky is the same as here, I think it's in our world. ”

Medivan seemed a little disappointed, "That's the jungle trolls, I've seen them in the South, in the Valley of Thorns...", his expression softened, as if he was immersed in the memories of the past, then shook his head, as if to shake off those memories, and then asked, "Are you sure there are no orcs in this illusion?"

"Yes, teacher. Khadgar replied. He didn't want to mention the attack, which hit him hard, and was it because of that coma that he didn't wake up for decades?

Looking at the current Medivan, Khadgar can see many shadows of the young Medivan, who is taller and thinner than before, and also looks a little hunchback due to his age and years of research. But for some reason, he was like a young man being put into the mold of an old man, and this feeling lingered.

"Do you have the 'Song of Egwene' here?" asked Medivan.

Khadgar shook his head, "It's a song?"

"No, it's a poem about my mother," said Medivan, "and it used to be too messy for me to be able to find, and I think you who are in charge of tidying up the library might be able to." ”

"Oh, I know it. There, along with other epic scrolls. "Perhaps I should tell him the details of the vision, Khadgar thought to himself. Was that attack purely an accident? Was it because of that attack that it led me to meet with Lothar decades later? What was the damn illusion, what was the key trigger for the illusion?

Madison found the scroll, flipped through it hurriedly, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket to verify what it was.

"I have to go. Madivin put the piece of paper back in his pocket, "Let's go." ”

"Shall I go too?" Khadgar asked.

"No, I'm going alone this time. The astral mage strode forward and walked out the door. "I'll give you the rest of your class schedule to Moros. ”

"When are you coming back?" Cadda asked aloud, Medivan had already walked a long way.

"When it's time for me to come back. In the distance, Medivan replied, and he strode to the top of the tower, where Khadgar seemed to see Moros standing there, and the griffin had been waiting for a long time.

"Alright," Khadgar looked back at the books, his hands on his hips. "I'm here working on this big hourglass. (To be continued.) )