Khadgar coughed, "I can't guess him." ”

Lothar laughed again, this time with a genuine kindness. "No one can guess him. This is one of his strengths. Lothar thought for a moment and then said, "That's a very polite and polite answer. ”

Khadgar squeezed out a faint smile. "Lordaeron is a very polite and political country. ”

"I've heard it in the King's Council. Dalaran's ambassador was able to answer yes and no at the same time, and he didn't mean anything at all. "There is no insult or meaning.

"It doesn't matter, my general. Khadgar said.

"How old are you, lad. Lothar asked, looking at him.

"17 years old, what's wrong" Khadgar looked at the elder in front of him.

Lothar shook her head and muttered, "That might say something." ”

"What does that mean?"

"Mader, I mean Astral Master Medivan was a few years younger than you when he fell ill. So, he's never dealt with anyone your age. ”

"Sick?" Khadgar asked. "The Astral Mage was once seriously ill?"

"Very sick," Lothar said. "He fell into a deep sleep, they called him a coma. Ryan and I settled him into the North County Abbey, where the clergy fed him broth to keep him alive. He slept like this for a few years, and then woke up suddenly, as suddenly as it rained. Or almost. ”

"Almost?" Khadgar asked.

In short, he missed most of his teenage years, and the extra decades that followed. He fell asleep as a teenager and woke up as a middle-aged man. I was always worried that it would affect him a lot. ”

Khadgar thought of the elusive habits of the ** master, the sudden change in his mood, and the childlike smile of joy as he fought the orcs. Is Medivan still a child? Does his behavior say something about it?

"He's unconscious," Lothar said, shaking her head slightly as she recalled. "His coma is not normal. Mader called him a nap, as if it were a very reasonable lethargy. And we never found out why it happened. The teacher may have found the answer, but he doesn't seem interested in the topic, and he doesn't even want to answer when I ask. ”

"I am Medivan's apprentice," Khadgar said simply, "why did you sue me about this?"

Lothar sighed deeply and looked into the distance at the war-torn ridge. Khadgar understood that the warrior in front of him was an honesty that would never be found in Dalaran. Frank people. His affection is as clear as a barometer engraved on his face.

Lothar pursed her lips and said, "To be honest, I'm worried about him, he's alone in that tower......"

"He has stewards. There are also chefs. Khadgar interjected.

"With great magic," Lothar continued. "He looked lonely, huddled alone in the mountains. I'm worried about him. ”

Khadgar nodded, he understood, that's why Lothar wanted to find an apprentice from Azeroth for Medivan to spy on his friend. He worries about old friends. At the same time, I am also worried about the strong power of my old friend. Khadgar exclaimed, "You're worried about whether he's okay." ”

Lothar shrugged, and could tell that he was really worried about it and tried to hide it.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Khadgar asked. "Help him and help you. ”

"Look at him," Lothar said, "if you're his student you should be able to spend more time with him, I don't want him to ......"

"Falling asleep again?" Khadgar prompted. This time Lothar gave him a shrug again.

Khadgar smiled with the kindness he could ever do, "It is an honour that I can help you at the same time, Sir Lothar. You know that my loyalty must first be given to my master, and if there is anything that an old friend needs to know, I will convey it to you. ”

Khadgar got another slap from the heavy glove on his shoulder. He was amazed at how desperately Lothar expressed his worries to him. Are all the inhabitants of Azeroth so forthright and candid? Even now, Khadgar could see that Lothar had something else to say.

"And," Lothar said, and Khadgar just nodded politely.

"Did the Astral Mage tell you about the Guardians?" he asked.

Khadgar wanted to pretend he knew more than he already knew, to extract more information from the honest elder in front of him. But as the words came out, he changed his attention, and he thought it would be better to tell the truth.

"I've heard the name from Medivan," Khadgar said. "But I don't know the details. Not sure what exactly this word means. ”

"Ah......," Lothar said. "Then when I haven't told you anything, let him go. ”

"I'm sure you'll sue me in due course. Khadgar added.

"There's no doubt," said Lothar, "that you look like the kind of kid you can trust." ”

"After all. I haven't been his apprentice for a few days," Khadgar said lazily.

Lothar's eyebrows raised, "How many days? How many days have you been a student of Medivan?"

"By tomorrow morning," Khadgar said with a smile. "It's past the first day. ”

Medivan came back at this time. Looking a little haggard than before, Lothar asked if the survivor had any hope of survival, and the answer was only Medivan's shake of his head. Lothar frowned deeply, and after exchanging a few words with Medivan, he stamped off to inspect the rest of the rescue and clean-up efforts. The half of the cavalry that had gone on had returned, but they had found nothing.

"Ready to travel?" asked Medivan.

Khadgar stood up. The sandy ridge floated like a lonely boat in the middle of the black swamp.

"Ready," he replied, "though I don't know if I can handle a griffin, though, I have ......," he deliberately druffled his voice, pointing to his forehead.

"Don't worry," Medivan replied. "Your mount has been shot by an arrow and has flown far away, and now we can only ride one griffon together. He raised the rune-engraved whistle to his lips and blew out a series of short, piercing signals. Above them, a griffon hovered and screamed.

Khadgar looked up at the sky and asked, "Then I'm your apprentice?"

"Yes," replied Medivan, his face as calm as a mask.

"I've gotten your test," the young mage said again.

"Yes," Medivan replied.

"I am honored, sir. ", Khadgar said.

"I'm glad you thought so," Medivan said, a ghostly smile flashing across his face. "Because it's the hard part to start now. (To be continued.) )