The reaction of the royal guards of Stormwind City was a benchmark after the blue-purple arcane light and the flowing light ribbons filled with runes floated away.
As the royal guards who had witnessed Medivh's magnificent appearance countless times, they did not move at first, but in the next moment, at least ten guards chose to hold their spears horizontally at high speed.
The steel spears in their hands that were more than two meters long were never just for decoration.
But halfway through their stances, they clearly showed signs of hesitation.
Every guard recognized that it was indeed Medivh, but they all had doubts. Under that face that they had seen many times, was it really the same soul?
In the past, no matter how strong Medivh was, he always had a modest, kind, and comforting face. Some people even suspected that he was not a powerful mage, but an artist.
Now!? His chin was slightly raised, his gaze as sharp as a knife, with a fierce arrogance, he swept his gaze around with the aura of a king. Unlike the blue and white mage robe that symbolized the glory of court mages that he often attended formal occasions, today he wore a cloak made of soft black feathers, a very casual mage robe made of velvet. His hair was not properly combed, and it looked a bit like a chicken nest.
Most importantly, there was not a single emblem of Stormwind on him.
This was the most important New Year's banquet for the upper nobles of the kingdom! On this occasion where etiquette was the most important, as the closest comrade of King Laing, the highest existence in the field of magic in the kingdom, Medivh actually did not give face and did not even bring anything to show his status as a court mage of Stormwind?
Not just the guards, but even the nobles were stunned. No matter how arrogant they were, they would not forget that the reason they could live such a comfortable life was inseparable from the protection of Medivh. In the north, Cuel Salas, Alterac and other areas all had the presence of troll clans. It should be said that most countries had the existence of organized foreign enemies, only Stormwind was the most comfortable.
This was largely because of the existence of Medivh.
What the hell was Medivh doing now?
For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene froze.
Medivh did not care about the gazes of the nobles and guards at all. He, or rather Sargeras, looked with interest at Duque not far away.
"Hey, didn't expect to see you here. Duque, kid. "
Kid?
Duque's eyelids twitched. He saw the words in the system prompt: "You have received deep attention from Medivh, who is completely controlled by Sargeras.
He bowed to Sargeras and said in a clear voice, "I didn't expect to see you here either, respected Guardian. I heard that you were missing. During the time you were travelling alone, everyone was worried about you. Although it feels like you're a different person when we meet again, it doesn't matter. The Guardian's health is the guarantee of the kingdom and even the world of Azeroth. "
Sargeras was amused by Duke's words, which were neither servile nor overbearing, but seemed to have a hidden meaning to them. He cast his gaze on the Nagas beside Duque's carriage.
Facing Sargeras's aggressive gaze, the four majestic Nagas trembled involuntarily, with deep fear in their eyes. They didn't know that this fear from their souls was because their ancestors, a group of elves with the High Elf Queen Azshara as the core, had been loyal to Sargeras.
Sargeras didn't care about the Nagas, who were weak and incompetent in his eyes.
He smiled and pointed at Duque. "Only power is eternal! It's meaningless to rely on these beast-like monsters to fight for the so-called Sea King title. As for the Nagas, I can destroy them all with one finger. "
Duque's hard work in the past six months was belittled, but Duque wasn't angry. He said pointedly, "There is nothing on this land that you can't destroy."
As soon as this was said, even the nobles gasped.
Duque really dared to say that. Was he accusing Medivh, the guardian of the world, of being the most terrifying existence?
There were also a few nobles who were gloating. They had had enough of Duque's glory, and had enough of not being able to deal with Duque, who was under the triple protection of Laing, Lothar, and Medivh. This made them see the priceless Pearl Route, but they couldn't touch it.
Now Duque actually had a conflict with Medivh?
Good news! Great news!
Unexpectedly, Medivh wasn't angry at all. He seemed to be in a good mood because of Duque's words. "Hahaha! Kid, you'll know one day that only power is eternal! Hahaha! Hahahaha! "
The arrogant laughter was like that of a night owl. It was hair-raising, and the atmosphere at the scene became much colder.
At this time, the mighty and majestic Anduin Lothar arrived. He was wearing a blue and white knight's suit. He seemed to have seen Medivh's strange behavior.
He still walked over. Out of his sensitivity to evil, he almost subconsciously held the scabbard with his left hand, and pressed his left thumb against the blade. This was a completely unconscious action, but it was noticed by many observant people.
"Medivh?" Andoine said in a probing tone.
"Yo, my old friend." Medivh, who was controlled by Sargeras, had a slightly mocking expression on his face. Immediately after, he put on a warm expression and opened his arms. Because he was still wearing the black feather cloak, he looked like a goshawk pouncing on its prey.
Andoine resisted the strange and ominous intuition in his heart, and his body stiffly accepted the hug of 'Medivh'.
Seeing this scene, Duque secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that there probably wouldn't be anything major tonight.
Demon King Sargeras had endless life, and it wasn't the first time he failed to invade Azeroth. Every failure made him extremely ashamed and angry. Ten thousand years of hatred had long been imprinted in the soul of the Demon King. Even if he had already controlled the world's strongest mage, Medivh, and mastered that terrifying magic. Sargeras still felt that it wasn't enough.
A simple massacre was no longer enough to fill the anger in his heart.
He wanted to play with every existence in this world, make them fall under the conspiracy, and make them beg and worship him in pain and despair.
So, today, Sargeras would still be the last Medivh.
Not caring about Duque anymore, Sargeras took the strange staff that Medivh was most famous for — Atiesh Guardian's Legendary Staff, and walked affectionately with Noxus on the red carpet into the banquet hall.
Looking at Atiesh Guardian's Legendary Staff, Duque was in a trance, as if he had returned to the years in the game. The Atiesh in real life … was just as ugly as he was now!
The entire staff was dark orange, and the head of the staff was like a chicken leg. It was long and slender, and slightly taller than a human.
The biggest feature was that every once in a while, there would be three translucent crows circling not too high above the head of the staff.
Duque was a little embarrassed, but his heart was burning with eagerness. He didn't know if he would have the chance to obtain this one and only artifact like in the game in this life!?
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