Medivh is back?
For most of the nobles and mages in Stormwind, it was not a rare thing. In fact, not many of them were overly worried.
The powerful Guardian of Azeroth would not be an issue of safety at all. And it was not the first time that he had disappeared without a word in recent years to travel alone.
Hence, when Medivh returned, everyone's reaction was only "Oh, he's back."
Everyone's focus was on Duque.
It was very simple. To everyone, Medivh was more like a mortal looking up at a glory that was above the clouds. It was something that could be seen but not reached.
In the past year, all the commoners and even the nobles who were not doing well had idolized Duque, who had built everything from scratch.
The youngest earth mage, a member of the royal mages, the king who ruled the Western Wilderness against the sea, the undisputed owner of the Pearl Sea Route, the inventor of Chanel perfume …
There were so many halos on the same young man.
It was rumored that King Laing had decided to grant Duque the title of a knight. For Duque, who was born as a commoner, it was definitely a meteoric rise. At least, that was how the nobles saw it.
In the past year, Duque had opened up the Pearl Sea Route and provided a large amount of additional taxes for Stormwind. Even though Laing had given Duque a great deal of preferential treatment, the tax of nearly 100,000 gold coins still made Laing's tax officer dizzy.
Not only were the walls of Stormwind City being repaired, but even the Storm Fortress that had not been repaired for many years was also benefiting from it. The stonemasons of the Stonemason Guild were all grateful for Duque's greatness.
Originally, Duque did not have the qualifications to attend the New Year's banquet, but Laing and Andoine jointly sent an invitation to Duque.
Saturday, 8: 00 PM.
Outside the Storm Fort, carriages slowly approached. The carriages were pulled by tall and strong horses. Just the backs of the horses were almost as tall as a person.
Every horse's fur shone with a healthy luster, and almost every horse's fur was combed neatly. Some horses' manes were even arranged into braids.
There were all kinds of carriages. Regardless of whether they were extravagant or low-key and exquisite, it was obvious that they had been renovated. Many of the carriages even smelled of freshly swept paint.
Each carriage was engraved with their family's emblem. Each emblem represented their history and glory.
Under the watchful eyes of the Storm City guards in brand new armor, the well-dressed noble gentlemen and ladies came down from their carriages and walked on the long red carpet. Some entered directly under the guidance of the emissaries, but most of them greeted each other at the entrance of the majestic Storm Stronghold.
The small circles were obviously abnormal.
"Duke Fordragon, I didn't expect you to come so early." A middle-aged man bowed to a young man with reddish-brown hair and a black tuxedo. The other nobles around him were also very respectful towards this young noble.
This was because he was the head of the Fordragon Family, one of the largest families in Stormwind. He had inherited the title of Duke at a young age, Bolvar Fordragon. His mother, on the other hand, was a very famous noble lady in the upper echelons of the kingdom.
Bolvar returned the noble's elegant bow. "Yes, Earl Carton. I heard that we can see the 'Sea King Duque' today, so I came early."
Earl Carton couldn't help but feel a little awkward. The Brando family was his vassal, but he quickly changed the topic and talked about something else.
Unfortunately, all the big topics in Stormwind recently revolved around one person — Duke Marcus.
"I heard that King Wrynn and Lothar agreed to let Duke Marcus come to the banquet in his own special carriage. I'd like to see what kind of carriage it is. " No one knew which noble said this, but the result was that all the nobles couldn't help but look into the distance.
Then, they finally saw an unfamiliar 'carriage'.
"Oh my god, what is that?"
On the canal that traversed the entire inner city of Stormwind, something that was neither a ship nor a carriage floated over.
It wasn't a ship because it didn't have a bow or a stern.
It wasn't a carriage because it was moving on the river.
If one had to say what it looked like, it was more like a palanquin. This was because it was supported by four huge male Nagas.
On a normal day, such a strange carriage would have been attacked by Stormwind City's guards. But today, no one would attack them. This was because the carriage was also engraved with a coat of arms. It was imprinted with arcane magic, so it couldn't be counterfeited.
The outer ring was a purple circle, and in the middle was a spiral lightning symbol that symbolized arcane magic. The rich arcane light showed that the owner of the carriage was sitting in the carriage.
This was the coat of arms of the Royal Magic Academy's esteemed old wizard, Norton.
Next to this coat of arms was a coat of arms that the nobles had never seen before.
The pattern was very simple. It was a blue storm that looked like a tornado.
It was carried by four majestic Nagas, and at the front sat a coachman wearing the standard Stormwind apprentice knight uniform. This strange 'carriage' followed the canal and arrived in front of Stormwind Stronghold. On the small dock of the stronghold, the Nagas swayed their huge snake tails and proudly carried the 'carriage' to the long red carpet in the stronghold's reception hall.
Stormwind City's guards stood on both sides without any special expression. It was obvious that they had been informed early in the morning.
Some people recognized that the coachman was the slightly famous knight candidate, Reginald Windsor.
The carriage was put down gently. Windsor jumped down nimbly and opened the door.
Under the watchful eyes of the nobles, a black-haired young man in a blue-white mage robe with golden edges came down first. Then, he welcomed a tall, middle-aged woman in an elegant cream-colored evening gown with an impeccable posture.
She had long blonde hair that was tied up behind her head. Her facial features weren't exquisite, but it gave people a very pleasant and comfortable feeling. She was Elisabeth Jones, whom all the noble ladies in Stormwind City liked to interact with.
The second to come down was the old wizard with the staff, Norton.
However, the focus of the people's attention was still on Duque.
Seeing the four majestic Nagas carry the 'carriage' away and stand with Windsor in the line of coachmen, the group of nobles was surprised and a little amused. Then should the huge Naga be the coachman? Or the 'horse'?
Duke Bolvar's lips curled into a strange smile, "What an interesting fellow."
At this moment, a strong burst of arcane energy suddenly burst out in front of the red carpet. A magic circle with a diameter of four meters suddenly appeared.
After a brief flash of arcane magic, a figure that everyone was both familiar and unfamiliar with appeared.
Guardian of Azeroth — Medivh!
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