"Medivh?!" Lothar's voice suddenly rose an octave, and anyone could hear the excitement in Lothar's voice. Lothar asked tentatively, "Medivh, are you the real person or Sargeras? Okay, secret code — how did the marquis punish you after you were caught peeping on the marquis' eldest daughter bathing at his house when you were 15? "
Duque: "…"
Medivh: "…"
After a short two seconds of silence, when Lothar was about to start to worry, Medivh coughed, and scolded in a seemingly weaker voice, "You bastard, it was you who went to peep. If it weren't for Laing, the late king would've forced you to become the marquis' son-in-law."
"Ahem! Ah! I can't believe such a thing happened. No, no, no, you must've remembered wrong! It was Laing who peeped. " Lothar began to bullsh * t, shifting the blame and refusing to admit it. But a second later, Lothar suddenly laughed.
"Medivh, welcome back."
Although it was interesting to hear the dark history of these two legendary big shots, Duque had no intention of talking at all, because he saw Medivh's status through the system …
"Well, I'm back … I may have to leave again soon."
"Oh! No — wait! Damn it! Duque's sword … "Lothar, who had been in a relaxed mood, screamed like an animal waiting to be slaughtered. He almost dragged his wounded body, rolling and crawling in the direction of the sound, and crawled to Medivh's side.
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Lothar saw Medivh lying on the ground with disheveled hair.
This old friend of his who had known him for decades since childhood was clearly dying. Blood bubbled up from the corner of his mouth. His chest, which should have been pierced by the King's Sword, was now sealed by a large block of ice. If not for that block of ice, perhaps Medivh would have bled to death even faster.
Medivh was indeed the strongest mage in the world. Perhaps Medivh, who had inherited Aegwynn's power as a guardian, would have a lifespan of hundreds or even thousands of years like his mother, but most people forgot that he was still a mortal.
Injuries hurt, and severe injuries could also kill.
"Oh, no, I've brought a priest with me this time. I'll go look for him now." Despite knowing that the chances were slim, Lothar was unwilling to give up.
Apart from being righteous, Lothar was also a person who valued friendship. After confirming that Medivh was no longer the demon that harmed the world, he quickly regarded Medivh as his closest partner.
The evil deeds that Medivh did when he was possessed were all forgotten by Lothar.
"There's no need for that!" Medivh suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab Lothar's arm. "My biggest injury is the collapse of my magic circuit. At this time, even the Creation Titans can't save me. "
The surrounding air suddenly became deathly silent.
Medivh continued to speak in a weak voice, "Andoine … remember to thank Duque. If not for his fatal blow, I would never have had the chance to get my body back … If not for Duque stopping at the crucial moment, I wouldn't even have been able to free myself to protect you after knocking Sargeras down into the Bottomless Abyss … Not to mention the time we have left to reminisce about the past …"
Lothar choked with sobs. He quietly sobbed while holding onto Medivh's skinny hands. At this moment, there was no Azeroth Lion, no Stormwind Commander, and no World Guardian. There was only a pair of good friends who were about to be separated forever.
"Idiot, do you think I'm the kind of person who's unreasonable and emotional?"
"Alright then, I'll arrange things first." Medivh beckoned to the void with his more intact right hand. "Duque, come here for a moment."
Stepping on the rubble, Duque's figure appeared in front of Medivh and Lothar.
Duque's mood was very complicated.
For a player, this was undoubtedly the time to defeat the boss and obtain the reward.
But as a transmigrator, he knew that there was a high chance that the secret of his immortality had been seen through by Medivh. Because he had been directly resurrected behind Medivh, who was under Sargeras' control. As long as Medivh still had his memories, the disappearance of the corpse, the mysterious flowing light that surpassed magical power, and the sudden appearance of a complete body, it was impossible to hide from Medivh.
What if Medivh were to bite back?
Perhaps he would no longer be able to establish a foothold in the entire Azeroth human world.
Mutants! A mysterious lifeform similar to a demon!
Thinking of all the possibilities, Duque felt a chill in his heart. The problem was that he didn't even have the chance to flip the table and kill Medivh in advance. As early as when he was looking through the battle records, he saw the words Aegwynn.
Now, the previous guardian Aegwynn, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, and the writing priestess, who was actually one of the leaders of the Night Elves, Tyrande Whisperwind, such a large group of powerful people were all outside Karazhan. Why would he flip the table?
Duque was uneasy.
Seeing through Duque's uneasiness, Medivh smiled. It was the smile of a kind elder. "No need to hesitate, my child. Everyone has their own secrets. You were able to obtain the approval of Soradin and the other ancient kings, and use that sword to stab me to death when I was possessed by Sargeras. This has already proven your heart. Believe me, Lothar and I will take this secret of yours to the grave. Even the torture of your soul won't be able to get anything out of it. If anyone finds out in the future, you can say that I taught you a little trick. "
When Medivh said this, Lothar suddenly raised his head and nodded at Duque with a resolute gaze.
Duque secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Medivh's smile was still bright. No one could tell that this was a person whose heart had been completely crushed, and was only relying on a small magic circuit to temporarily maintain his life. "From the first time I saw you, I knew that you weren't from Stormwind. I originally thought that if not for you, I would still have Khadgar … Unfortunately, Khadgar has become like this. "
Medivh handed Duque a white bead.
Duque said, "This is …"
"Sargeras killed Khadgar, this is his soul …" Medivh coughed hard and spat out a large mouthful of blood. Lothar didn't say a word. He took off his gauntlet and used his sleeve to wipe Medivh's blood.
Medivh continued, "Resurrecting the dead is a forbidden area. But in Karazhan, Khadgar's soul should be able to help you. "
"Uh …"
"What I mean is, if you promise to protect the humans in Azeroth for me, I will give you Karazhan in one piece. In addition to Karazhan, there's also this … "
Looking at the piece of broken wood that was carved into the shape of a chicken leg, Duque's pupils suddenly shrank. It was the head of the super magic artifact [Atiesh: Legendary Staff of the Guardian].
"Haha, of course I have my own selfish motives. Karazhan is a place of opportunity, but also a place of danger. There are astral rifts everywhere, and I'm afraid that the Burning Legion will use this place to invade Azeroth. So, as the price for you to have 1,280,000 magic books in Karazhan and this path to becoming the strongest mage, your soul will forever be linked to Karazhan. "
"Are you willing to accept Karazhan?"
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