Chapter 11 The Last Guardian Chapter 10 Envoy

With the awakening of the astral mage Medivh, everything returned to normal, or in other words, everything was normal as if the astral mage had never left.When the astral mage goes out, he will leave instructions and other things for Khadgar to study his own magic according to the instructions; when the astral mage returns to the tower, he will ask the young mage to demonstrate the required skills in person Skill.Khadgar had gotten used to life here, and the tower felt like a suit, a suit twice as big to him, and now that he had grown up he could wear it.Now he can control the fire element as he likes, he can summon lightning without relying on the dark clouds in the sky, and he can also conjure some gadgets in daily life according to his own will.Of course, he also learned some other spells-these magics allowed him to judge the time and cause of death from a bone on the dead body, allowed him to create fog, and allowed him to create magical messages.He also learned how to repair items that have been damaged by time, such as strengthening an old chair, and vice versa, he can make a brand new handmade vase immediately covered with the traces of time, full of dust and shattered at the touch.He mastered the essentials of defensive guards, and was entrusted by (Medivh) to maintain the guards.He also learned about demons in the library, although Medivh was not allowed to make any summons in the tower.Khadgar had no intention of violating this last rule.

Medivh was always running around, and spent very little time in the tower.Often after leaving, only the instructions are left without any explanation.And when the Guardian came back, more and more haggard and exhausted, he would impatiently urge Khadgar to check on his skills and to detail the news he had received during his absence.But the archmage didn't fall into a coma again, so Khadgar assumed that whatever the teacher was doing had nothing to do with the demon. One night in the library, Khadgar heard a continuous noise in the open space outside the tower downstairs.Shouts, challenges and responses to challenges, in low tones and slurs.Khadgar went to the window, looked in that direction, and saw a troop of cavalry leaving the walls of the tower.

Khadgar frowned.Were they the supplicants that Moros kept out, or the ones who brought the teacher letters all in slang?Khadgar went downstairs to find out. Khadgar caught a glimpse of a new visitor, only to see a figure draped in a black cloak enter a drawing room on the lower level of the tower.Moros was there too, candle in hand, and of course the blindfold.As Khadgar walked the last few flights of stairs lightly, he heard the old steward say, "The others, they were too careless. They are all sent away now." The visitor didn't hear what he replied, just as Moroes closed the door and bumped into Khadgar who had just come down.

"Guest?" Khadgar asked, trying to see if he could glean any clues from the visitor behind the door.But there was nothing in sight except a closed door. "Well," replied the old butler. "Mage or merchant?" the young mage asked again. "It's hard to say," said the old butler as he walked towards the hall, "I didn't ask, and he didn't say anything to the messenger." "Emissary," Khadgar repeated, remembering a mysterious letter Medivh had received while he was asleep. "So, he's from the political world, and he's here to find an astral mage?"

"Should be," Moros said. "It's not my job to ask." "So, he came to find the Astral Mage," Khadgar said. "It should be," Moros said, in the same sleepy tone. "We'll know when it's time for us to know," Moroes said as he left, leaving Khadgar staring at the door. Until the next day, Tali had a strange feeling, as if a new planet had appeared and affected the orbits of other planets.This new "planet" allowed Cook to replace an entire set of pans in the kitchen, and Moroes to roam the halls more often than usual.Even let Medivh himself, let him order Khadgar to do some chores in the tower, so that when the young mage leaves, he can secretly talk to the cloaked man in the stone chamber behind him.

Medivh said nothing, and Khadgar waited for the archmage to say something.He didn't get a hint.Just wait patiently.Finally Khadgar was asked to go to the library to continue studying his magic.Khadgar walked down the curved stairs, stopped halfway, and then slowly climbed back, only to see a black cloaked figure slipping into the guardian's laboratory. Khadgar trudged down the stairs, wondering what the emissary was about.A spy sent to Lothar?Member of a secret organization?Possibly a member of the Kirin Tor council, with spidery handwriting and sinister theories?Or was another problem entirely plaguing Khadgar?Knowing nothing can be frustrating, and the fact that you're not trusted by an astral mage seems to exacerbate that feeling.

"We'll know when we should know." Khadgar muttered, walking heavily into the library.His notes and records were spread out on the table, just as they had left.He stared at them and saw the magic circle summoned by the phantom.After the last attempt, he has made some improvements, hoping to get closer to the expected effect. Khadgar looked at the notes and smiled.He took his bottles and jars of gem shards and buried himself down the other flight of stairs - between here and Medivh's drawing room - a large abandoned dining room. The dining room is two floors below the living room, which is perfect.An oval room with fireplaces at each end.The big table that used to be here has been taken elsewhere, and the ancient chairs are lined up along the wall from the door.The floor was white marble, old and cracked, but remarkably clean, thanks to Moros' relentless professionalism.

Khadgar made a magic circle out of amethyst and rose quartz, and he was a little happy when he painted the inner lines of the magic circle.He is now confident in casting spells and no longer needs the luck-enhancing robe.The pattern of protection and isolation was also completed, and Khadgar smiled again.He has gathered energies, formed magic in the shape and type required, and put the energies into a state of rest until they were needed. He walked into the magic circle, chanted a mantra, cooperated with perfect gestures, and controlled the release of energy with his mind.He felt something release, connected to his will and soul, and he continued to cast spells.

"Show me what's going on in Medivh's drawing room," he said, as his mind twitched, hoping it wasn't the Guardians attacking his apprentice with guards. Right away, he knew his magic had gone wrong.It's not a big problem like the destruction of the magic body itself, but a small problem, like a small flameout.Possibly the guards attacked him, and somewhere redirected his phantasm, sending him into another scene. There are three clues that let him know where he's strayed.First, it's daytime here.Second, it's very warm here.Third, the scene is familiar.

He had never been here, strictly speaking, at least not in this particular room.But there is no doubt that he is in Stormwind Keep, overlooking the Stormwind Keep in Stormwind City.It was a higher roof, and the room seemed to be designed for the routine pre-meeting of the two members of parliament at the end of the month.Huge windows lined with large white railings.Refined curtains exude a mild fragrance.Colorful birds nest under golden eaves. On the small table in front of Khadgar, there were white porcelain plates trimmed with gold, and of course expensive knives and forks.The crystal bowls held fresh and pretty fruit, and the strawberries were still glistening with morning dew on their bumpy surfaces.Khadgar felt hungry just by looking at it.

Beside the table was a thin man, unknown to Khadgar, with a long thin face, a broad forehead, and a sparse beard, wrapped in a rich red quilt that Khadgar recognized as a dressing gown, with a gold sash buttoned around his waist. .He picked up a pair of forks, moved them a little to one side, nodded in satisfaction, then looked up at Khadgar, smiling. "Ah, you're awake," he said, and the voice sounded familiar to Khadgar. Oops, Khadgar thought the vision could see him, but no, the man was speaking to someone behind Khadgar.Khadgar turned around and saw Aegwynn, as young and beautiful as in the snow (was this before? or after? Khadgar couldn't tell from Aegwynn's appearance).She is wearing a white shawl with a green lining. This shawl is made of modern silk instead of fur, and instead of leather boots, she wears simple white sandals.There were silver ornaments in her golden hair. "You look like you're in serious trouble," she said, with a look on her face that Khadgar couldn't figure out. "As long as there is endless magic and hope, all things are possible," the man said, and then raised his arms, palms up, and a white orchid floated above his palm. Aegwynn took the orchid, smelled it hastily, and then placed it on the table. "Nielas..." she began. "Breakfast first," mage Neilas continued, "see what the court magician will deal with first thing in the morning. These berries were picked from the royal orchard less than an hour ago..." "Nilas..." "Then buttered ham and juice," continued the mage. "Nillas..." Aegwynn repeated again. "Then it's probably a vrocka (the name of some kind of animal) egg, which is on the table, fried in the shell, using a simple magic that I learned, in..." the mage continued. "I'm leaving," Aegwynn said bluntly. The mage's face was full of doubts, "Going? Now? Before breakfast? I mean, we should take this opportunity to have a deeper chat." "I'm leaving," said Aegwynn. "I have my own work to do, and I won't have time for jokes like this morning." The court magician still looked puzzled. "I thought that after that night, you would be willing to stay, stay in Stormwind City, at least for a while." He looked at Aegwynn in surprise, "Isn't it?" "No," Aegwynn said, "Actually, after that night, there is no need for me to stay. I have already achieved the purpose of coming here. I don't need to stay any longer." At this time, Ka Degas saw it clearly, and couldn't help being stunned.Of course, the mage's voice sounded so familiar. "But... I thought..." The mage was speechless in astonishment, but Aegwynn shook his head. "You, Nielas Aran, are an idiot." Aegwynn said bluntly, "You are one of the most powerful mages in the Council of Tirisfal. Even so, you are an idiot .It also more or less explains the problems of other members of the parliament." Niellas restrained his emotions.He was probably on the verge of losing his temper, but it looked like he was just losing his temper. "Now, wait a minute..." "You don't think it's your innate charm that drew me into your room, or your wisdom and originality in discussions at magical rituals? You should also know that your so-called The title of court magician is as unattractive to me as being a cowherd in the country? You should understand that I used a charm spell, right? You're not that stupid, are you, Neilas Alan?" Aegwynn smiled, a cruel smile in Khadgar's eyes. "I am as old as many kingdoms, and maiden indulgences were overcome in my first hundred years. I know exactly what I was going to do in your chambers that night." "I think," Neilas said, "I just want to..." He tried hard to express that meaning. "You, only you in the entire council, conquered the great, unruly Guardian." Aegwynn laughed even more indulgently. "You can drive her as you please, and everyone else has failed because of your charm, wit, and of course, that sense of humor. Now the entire power of the Council of Tirisfal is at your disposal. Come on, Ni Erlas Alan. You have wasted too much of your talent, you must not have been completely corrupted by this comfortable palace life. At least let me retain a little respect for you." "But if you don't want me," said the mage, his mind clouded by Aegwynn's words, "if you don't want me, then why would we..." Aegwynn spoke the answer. "I came here for one thing, something I couldn't make myself, a proper father, the father of my heir. Yes, you can tell those of your peers in the council that you are successful and powerful The guardians of my family went to bed. But you have to tell them that you have also provided me with a way to pass on my power without the need for the council to intervene." "Did I do it?" he began to understand. "I think so, but the Council wouldn't like it..." "Manipulated? Countered? Fooled?" Aegwynn interrupted him, "Yes, they definitely don't like it. But they dare not disobey you anymore, because they are afraid that I really have some romantic feelings for you Feelings. You should feel relieved - among so many mages, warlocks, magicians, scholars, you are the most potential. Your seed will protect and strengthen my child, making him a vessel to receive my power. In You will be raising him here when he is born and weaned. I know you will do what I want and the Council does not want to miss this opportunity to change him." Neilas shook his head vigorously. "But I..." He paused, "Then you..." He paused again.When he spoke again, only eyes filled with flames and a voice as cold as steel remained, "Goodbye, Magna Aegwynn." "Goodbye, Neilas Alan," said Aegwynn, "it's... pleasant" and then walked away and left the room. Neilas Alan, chief magician of King Azeroth, member of the Council of Tirisfal, and now, father of the future Guardian Medivh, sat at the table with a sumptuous breakfast.He picked up a gold fork, fingered it, and dropped the fork with a sigh. The illusion dissipated before the fork hit the floor, but Khadgar noticed another sound, right behind him.It was the sound of boots rubbing against stones, and the sound of cloaks flapping.Khadgar is not alone. Khadgar looked around, only catching a glimpse of the back of a hurried black cloak.Messenger is watching him.It was bad enough that Medivh kept Khadgar far away every time he met the stranger—now, the emissary could stalk the tower and spy on him.Immediately, Khadgar ran for the door. When he arrived at the door, the target had disappeared, but the sound of fabric and stone rubbing could still be heard downstairs.That's the stairs leading to the guest bedroom. Khadgar rushed down the stairs too.The curved stairs forced the emissary to walk through the outer wall, where the stairs were more spacious and comfortable to walk on.The young mage was running up the stairs that he had walked countless times. He dexterously jumped on the inner stairs, taking two or even three steps forward.Halfway up from the guest room, Khadgar could already see the target's shadow against the outer wall.When he reached the guest's floor, he could see the cloaked figure walking quickly down the corridor, towards the door to her room.Once this emissary enters the room, he will lose this opportunity.He hopped over the last four flights of stairs, reaching for the figure under the cloak. Feeling the firm muscles under the clothing with his hands, he turned his target's body so that he was facing the wall. "The Astral Mage would be delighted to know of your espionage..." he began, but swallowed his words, when the cloak fell and the emissary hidden beneath. She was wearing a traveling 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 came off, it revealed an orc face with a protruding jaw and tusks.Long green ears stood up from his jet-black hair. "Orcs!" Khadgar yelled instinctively.He raised his hand, chanted a spell, and tried to summon a magic missile to attack the enemy in front of him. But he had no chance to complete the magic.As soon as he opened his mouth to say a spell, the female orc unleashed a violent rear kick, her thigh raised to chest height, and her knee swept across Khadgar's raised arm, interrupting the spellcasting.The sole of his leather boot hit Khadgar on the forehead, and Khadgar staggered. Khadgar staggered back a few steps, the taste of blood in his mouth - he must have bled from a blow to the face.He raised his arms again to fireball, but the orc was moving too fast, faster than any armored warrior he had fought before.She was already close, and another blow to Khadgar's stomach took the air out of Khadgar's lungs, and he couldn't concentrate. growled the young mage, for the moment giving up the use of magic in favor of a more direct method of solving problems with his fists.The pain of the beating sent him running, grabbing the woman by the arm and trying to push her down.A look of surprise flitted across the woman's green face, but only for a moment.She stopped, drew Khadgar in front of her, deftly deflected Khadgar's attack, and restrained him. Pulled close to the orc, Khadgar caught the scent of spices.The orc then threw him to the floor, his body slithering across the stone floor, hitting the wall, and finally rolled to a stop near a pair of feet. Looking up along the feet, Khadgar saw the old butler who was staring at him with his head down, staring at him expressionlessly. "Moros!" Khadgar yelled. "Go back! Find the Astral Mage! We have an orc in our tower." Moroes did not move, but looked up at the orc with his blindfolded eyes. "Messenger, are you alright?" The woman grinned sillily and put her cloak back on again. "It couldn't have been better. Just needed a little exercise. The kid was kind enough to help." "Moros!" the young mage quarreled, "this woman..." "It's an envoy, the guest of Master Star Mage." Moros interrupted his words, and then his tone softened, "I'm here to find you, the master wants to see you." Khadgar stood up, staring at the woman piercingly. "When you meet the Star Mage, will you tell her about your surveillance?" "Not to see her," Moros corrected, "to see you, apprentice." "She's an orc!" Khadgar yelled, his voice harsher than he'd expected. "Orcs, actually." Medivh buried his head in his workbench, fiddled with an instrument made of gold, an astrolabe. "I suspect there are humans, or humanoids, in her homeland, or at least they have living memories. Pass me the goniometer, apprentice." "They're going to kill you," Khadgar yelled. "You mean orcs? Some of them are, yes," Medivh said calmly. "Some of the orcs are going to kill me. Kill you too. Garona is not one of them. At least I don't think she is. She Came here as representatives of their people. At least part of the people." Garona, so this woman has a name, Khadgar thought.Khadgar added, "We are being attacked by orcs. I have seen visions of orcs attacking. I have also read letters from all over the kingdom of Azeroth about orc raids and attacks. Every letter They speak of cruelty and ferocity. And it seems their numbers are increasing. They are a dangerous and savage race." "And she took you out easily, I guess," Medivh said, looking up from the workbench. Khadgar subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, where the blood had dried. "That has nothing to do with what I said." Medivh complained, harshly. "She's a half-orc. She's as dangerous as you. Think about it in another way. She's my guest, and she should be treated with the respect she deserves. I hope this respect comes from your young trust." Khadgar was silent for a moment, then tried to rephrase, "She is an emissary." "yes." "Who sent her?" "One or more clans living in the Black Swamp." Medivh said, "I'm not quite sure which clans it is, we haven't gone deep there yet." Khadgar blinked in surprise. "You let her into the tower, but she doesn't have any official identity (proof)?" Medivh put down the instrument in his hand and let out a tired sigh of relief. "She has been introduced to me, and she represents some of the orc clans that attacked the kingdom of Azeroth not long ago. If the problem can be solved by other means than force, then someone is going to open the door for talks. And This is a good place. Also, it should be clear that this is my tower, not ours. And you are my student here, my apprentice, I left you on a whim. As my student, my Apprentice, I hope you keep an open mind." Khadgar was silent for a moment, trying to make himself accept it all. "So, who does she represent? Some orcs, just herself, or all orcs?" "She, as mentioned, represents herself," Medivh said, sighing very angrily. "Not all humans believe in the same things. There's no reason, then, to think that orcs are all the same. And what you puzzle me about is why, out of your natural curiosity, you can get everything you can from her. Get information without letting me do this or that. Do you suspect that I'm not strong enough to deal with a simple half-orc?" Khadgar was speechless, embarrassed by his behavior and reserve.Was he suspicious of Medivh?Is this an opportunity for the Astral Mage to defy his council a bit?These thoughts haunted Khadgar, and Lothar's words, the visions of Sargeras, and the politics of the Council undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.He wanted to warn the old man, but every word seemed to be knocked back. "I was worried about you, many times," he said at last. "I'm worried about you too," the old mage replied, a little upset. "I seem to worry about a lot of things these days." Khadgar must make a final effort. "My lord, I think this Garona is a spy," he said succinctly, "I think she came here to learn your knowledge so that she can deal with you in the future." Medivh leaned back, and said to Khadgar with a nasty smile, "This is really a joke, young mage. Maybe you have forgotten that when you first came to Karazhan, Kirin That big "shopping" list your teachers gave you?"  … Khadgar blushed as he left the room.