Laing, who was in a good mood, slapped his thigh on the throne and smiled. "Alright, Medivh, my old friend, the Guardian of Azeroth. Logically, there shouldn't be any formalities between us. But since you said you wanted to present a gift, then come. I also want to see what you've specially found. "
There was a cruel smile on Medivh's face, which gave Laing a bad feeling. Not to mention Laing, even Andoine could not help but take a step forward.
As childhood friends who had been friends for decades, they should not have such a reaction. But the ominous aura that was so bad that it was almost leaking out made them instinctively reject Medivh's approach.
Medivh did not make a move. He opened his hand and suddenly conjured a large hourglass that was as long as his forearm and placed it in the hands of the ceremonial officer.
It was a strange transparent hourglass.
Inside the light brown birch shell was a glass hourglass. But the sand in the hourglass was shockingly black!
Black sand that exuded an ominous and destructive aura!
"Sha, sha, sha!"
The sand kept pouring down, but the sand at the top of the hourglass slowed down very slowly. Rather than saying it was an hourglass, it was more like a strange magical device that was counting down.
Seeing this iconic hourglass, Duque only felt his heart beating violently. This heartbeat was so violent that it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. At the same time, his black pupils shrank to the smallest as he stared at the hourglass.
"Hey! Medivh, from the first time I saw you today, I felt that something was wrong with you. What the hell are you doing? " Anduin Lothar walked forward. Unknowingly, he had quietly put on a suit of armor. Although it was also a ceremonial armor, it was still armor. One had to know that he was only wearing a knight's attire before the opening.
Now, the future Azeroth Lion, Anduin Lothar, was vaguely blocking the path between Medivh and Laing. He held the scabbard in his left hand and was in the posture of drawing his sword at any time.
"Old friend, if it's a cold joke, isn't it a little too bad? Tonight is the New Year's banquet!" Laing spread his hands, as if trying to smooth things over.
The Medivh didn't appreciate it at all. His face was full of mockery and ridicule.
"You will know what this is in the future." With a gentle poke of his slender and thin fingers, the black hourglass was overturned in front of the ceremonial official who was holding the plate with both hands, as well as the gazes of Duque, the king's family, Andoine, and the other nobles.
"Clatter!" The enormous hourglass fell to the ground and turned upside down.
Logically speaking, the sand in the hourglass should flow in the opposite direction under the influence of gravity.
But no!
Defying gravity, the sand flowed from the bottom to the top, still maintaining the same rhythm, grain by grain, handful by handful.
Everyone's eyes suddenly froze, and everyone's heart almost forgot to beat.
Fear, uneasiness, and deep confusion gripped everyone's heart.
The strong negative emotions almost made Laing's chest explode. He pressed his left hand on the pauldron on Andoine's right shoulder, as if he wanted to push Andoine away and ask Medivh face to face. However, Lothar's bulging muscles told Laing that the leader of the Royal Knights had already entered a combat-ready state.
King Laing couldn't help but stiffen.
Without doing anything to Laing, Medivh's face was filled with endless arrogance and a touch of evil.
Without saying another word, Medivh snapped his fingers with his left hand amidst a burst of owl-like laughter. In an instant, his entire body disappeared.
He turned into countless black crows that flew all over the sky, making unpleasant cawing sounds, and swaggered away under the shocked gazes of hundreds of nobles.
Countless black crow feathers floated in the air.
They spread an ominous and gloomy aura to everyone present.
Banquet?
Can the banquet still go on? Even if the chief protocol officer was extremely tactful and let the band play with cheerful music to slightly dilute the ominous aura. Unfortunately, no one would be in a good mood when they saw the black crow feathers on the ground and the hourglass that could actually flow sand in reverse.
King Laing couldn't even hide his anger and confusion. He tried to continue with the banquet, but the attempt only lasted for 15 seconds. Laing nodded to the people below and left with his family.
Following closely behind Laing's footsteps was the loyal Anduin Lothar, as well as dozens of fully-armed royal knights who had arrived at the periphery of the venue. They were like a moving fortress, surrounding the king as he left.
The banquet was not a good one.
The nobles were also in a bad mood and dispersed one after another.
"Let's go," Duque said to Madam Jones and Old Mage Norton, and was about to leave.
Suddenly, three figures deliberately blocked in front of Duque and the others.
Duque was stunned. He suddenly realized that he didn't know the person who was leading the group. The high-ranking noble with brown parting hair nodded at Duque.
"Hello, I am Duke Bolvar Fordragon."
Upon hearing this name, Duque's heart trembled. Bolvar was not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry!
In the original history of Azeroth, Bolvar would first become the regent of Stormwind, responsible for taking care of the young King Varian Wrynn.
Later on, Bolvar was ambushed while fighting against the Scourge Legion, and the expeditionary army he led was wiped out. He was lucky enough to 'survive' with an inhuman body. The Lich King tried to turn him into a Death Knight, but he thought that his great will resisted the Lich King. Later on, after the Lich King's death, in order to suppress the Scourge Legion, he took the initiative to use his own body as a seal and became the next Lich King.
It could be said that Bolvar Fordragon was the model of a Holy Knight, a model of human virtue.
Towards such an existence, even if he was not as great as he would be in the future, Duque couldn't help but feel deep veneration.
"Hello, I am …"
Duque's sudden change in reaction was strange, but Bolvar didn't pay much attention to it, because he had more important things to do.
"Sir Marcus, may I come a little closer?"
Duque was puzzled, but still nodded. Bolvar moved closer and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry to interrupt your journey, but Sir Anduin Lothar specifically asked you to come with me to the inner palace to discuss the matter with His Majesty."
Duque was a little embarrassed. Am I being targeted by Lothar and King Wrynn?
Duque turned his head and looked at old man Norton. The old man was tactful: "Then I will send Madam Jones back first. Windsor and your coachman will be waiting for you there. "
"My apologies, Wizard Norton is also on His Majesty's list of enlistments." Bolvar added.
Madam Jones tactfully gave a ladylike bow: "Then I will let the guards send me back."
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