Quite a creative move, worth the extra points," said the man who was Medivan and not Medivan, "summoning an illusion of my past so that I can't pursue you." Of course, you have given yourself a chance to breathe, but I have also recovered my body because of it. “

Khadgar and Garona exchanged glances. The orcs began to slowly move to the right. If necessary, they are ready to give Medivan a front and back attack.

"Teacher, what the hell is wrong with you?" Khadgar took a step forward, trying to distract the astral mage.

The old mage laughed, "What's wrong with me? That's who I am. Polluted before birth, corrupted before you have a worldview, the bitter fruit of a despicable seed, the real Medivan you've never seen. ”

"Astral Mage, I think we can figure it out no matter what happens to you," Khadgar walked slowly towards him. Garona had circled to Madison's left, and the dagger in her hand was gone—she looked empty-handed.

"But why should I fix it?" Medivan smiled evilly, "everything is going according to plan. The orcs will exterminate the humans, and I, I will manipulate them through their warlock chieftain Gul'dan. When everything is arranged, I will lead these ugly monsters into the tomb of Sargeras, which has been lost in the long river of time. It has enchantment protection, and demons and people from this world can't enter it, but unfortunately it can't guard against orcs from another world. My body will be set free again, and I will finally be able to free myself from this disobedient body and my weak soul, and use the eternal flame to bestow upon this world the destruction it deserves!"

Khadgar slowly moved to the left: "You're Sargeras." ”

"Yes and no," said the astral mage, "I am—I hid inside Egwene after she killed me, infecting every cell in her womb with my dark soul. I was there long before she was united with the human mage. Medivan's dark twins, perfectly lurk beneath his exterior. ”

"Monsters. Khadgar Road.

Medivan sneered, "Egwen didn't know anything about this, and even poured the power of Tirisfa into this child's body. It never occurred to him that his small body could withstand it, let alone the endless conflict of light and darkness in his soul. So when his power really awakened, I put him to sleep so that I could master it and use it to start my plan. ”

Khadgar continued to move to the left, forcing himself not to look at Garona, who was moving behind the old mage, "Do you still have the real Medivan ingredient in you?"

"A little," Medivan said, "enough for you lowly creatures. Enough to play the king and wizards around as he pleases. Medivan was a mask for me - I left him on the surface, to show him as he was. And when my personality emerges, I will seem a little eccentric and even crazy, and they will only blame it on the pressure of my position and responsibility, and the power that my dear mother has forcibly poured into me. ”

Medivan smiled like a beast, "I was born because Egwene needed a tool to play with power, and then I was manipulated by the demon to become another tool. Even the council sees me only as their weapon against demons. So there's nothing surprising to me, I'm nothing but a collection of tools. ”

Garona had reached behind the mage and crept forward on the obsidian floor, the dagger reappearing in her hand, not a single tear in her eyes, only steely determination. Khadgar focused on Medivan, fearing that his eyes would betray Garona.

"You see," the mad mage was unaware, "I am nothing but a part of this great machine that has been in operation since the Well of Eternity shattered. This cycle must be broken, and this is the only consensus that the genuine Medivan and I have reached for so many years. At least at this point, we are the same, I can assure you. ”

Garona was only one step away from him, and she raised her dagger and took the final step.

"Sorry, the speech was temporarily interrupted," Medivan threw a punch backwards without looking. The old man's knuckles shone with boundless mana, and they slammed into the orc's face solidly. She was whirled by the punch and staggered back.

Khadgar cursed, raised his hands and began to cast the spell. This spell can knock the opponent off balance, and it is a very simple spell, but the cast time is extremely fast.

- But Medivan was quicker than he was, and turned back and held out a hand like a talon to him. Suddenly, Khadgar felt the air around him solidify into an invisible sack, enveloping him, tying his hands and feet tightly, unable to move. He opened his mouth to scream, only to find that his voice seemed to be covered by his mouth, dull and distant.

Mediven held up his other hand, and the pain immediately spread through Khadgar's body, and every inch of his joints seemed to be driven into the boiling red nails. The intense feeling quickly settled down and turned into a dull ache that flickered from time to time. He felt his torso stiffen, flesh drying and shrinking, wriggling on his skeleton. The organic matter in the body seems to have been drained, leaving only a wrinkled outer skin. His magic seemed to have been lost along with it, and his body was deprived of the ability to cast spells, unable to even gather the minimum amount of energy. At the moment he was like a container that had been emptied.

In fact, the spell only lasted for a short moment, and as soon as Medivan withdrew his hand, Cad fell to the ground, squeezing out the last trace of air in his chest when he hit the ground, and kicked up a cloud of dust.

At this time, Garona had just recovered from the scene, and when she saw this, she let out an exclamation and rushed towards her dagger, aiming it at Medivan's heart. Medivan didn't dodge or block, but instead went straight to the charging orc, breaking into her attack range. He reached out and grabbed her forehead with one hand. Her movements in the charge came to a standstill for a moment.

The mage grabbed the orc's forehead and lifted her up, yellow magic light pulsating between his fingers with a disgusting hue, and Garona's body twitched helplessly.

"Poor Poor Garona," said Medivan, "I even thought at one point that your contradictory life would make you the only one who understands my experiences and feelings. I think you'll understand the importance of being in charge of your own destiny. But at the end of the day, you're still like everyone else, aren't you?"

The big-eyed orcs were completely defenseless, and could only let tears of despair flow down.

"Let me show you my world, Garona," Medivan said, "to show you my pain and struggle, confusion and despair. Let them be seared in your mind forever. From now on, you will never know who you are serving and why. You will never have peace when you die. ”

Garona wanted to scream, but a sudden burst of intense light from Medivan's palm enveloped her face, forcing her screams back.

Garona fell limply forward, tears soaking the ground. She struggled to get up, but fell again. Her eyes were wide and wild, and tears made her breath short and confused. Madivon stood in front of her and laughed maniacally. (To be continued.) )