"……hiss"

A gentle cry of pain.

It rang from the top floor of the tallest mage tower in the palace of Stormwind Kingdom.

The guardian of the kingdom and one of the king's right-hand men, the young Archmage Medivh, was rubbing his bruised thighs.

His hands glowed with holy light.

Trying to heal his wounds.

This cure works.

But the effect is unprecedentedly weak, only slightly better than letting it recover on its own.

In desperation.

He switched to arcane magic.

The blue light began to drive away the vague divine power on the thigh. Compared with the holy light that symbolizes healing, arcane treatment is actually more effective than the holy light.

Although this effect is actually not very strong.

But it's better than Holy Light.

For this reason, the guardian of Stormwind Kingdom felt very distressed.

He couldn't think of a better way to treat himself.

Maybe you can only ask others for help.

At this time, Medivh has not yet gone to Karazhan for further studies, and he has half of the powerful guardian power in his body.

However, in terms of knowledge and arcane attainments, he is now not even comparable to a Dalaran Archmage.

As a southern country in the mouth of the northern countries, to be honest, the Kingdom of Stormwind, which is far away from Dalaran, is indeed not as good as the northern countries that are closer to the water in the field of mysterious magic.

Medivh in this timeline only received some teachings from his father when he was a child. Later, he also learned knowledge from several Archmage of Stormwind City.

Compared to the mysteries of Karazhan, these things may be like the knowledge gap between college and kindergarten.

At this moment, he is like the kind of protagonist in martial arts who has strong inner strength but doesn't know how to move.

For example, Duan Yu in Tian Long Ba Bu.

When he gets angry, hundreds of thousands of Gurubashi trolls are not enough to fight him.

Normally, it can only display the strength of one archmage at most.

Medivh had no good way to treat the damage caused by a strange force like divine power.

I am at a loss as to what to do.

Suddenly there was the sound of "thump thump thump" climbing the stairs downstairs.

Medivh quickly put on his pants.

You can enter your own mage tower, and the arcane elements you summon to protect the mage tower will not stop you, or even notify you.

There are only those two.

One of them recently went to the Kingdom of Lordaeron and has not returned yet.

It can only be that one person.

"Mad! Anduin has sent a new letter from the north. I think I should let you know some of the things in the letter first!!"

Before anyone showed up, the sound was already coming from the stairs.

The visitor is none other than the young King of Stormwind Kingdom, His Majesty Ryan.

His Majesty, it was so late at night, instead of hugging his queen to sleep, he came to his mage tower instead.

There must be something going on.

Medivh thought so.

I saw His Majesty the King rushing up with a letter with blue light in his hand.

Llane Wrynn is not weak in strength. His Majesty the King is strong and hard-working, and is a powerful warrior.

So he climbed the stairs very quickly, so fast that Medivh had just pulled up his pants.

"Forehead……"

Looking at my friend who was pulling up his pants.

His Majesty the King was stunned for a moment.

"It seems I came at the wrong time."

His Majesty's eyes drifted toward the window of the Mage Tower. The window happened to be open wide enough to allow one person to enter and exit, and the lights of ships floating on the Storm Bay in the distance were clearly visible.

This window is very high.

To jump from here without getting hurt, probably only a very advanced female snitch can do it.

Dear Mad, is he so good at this?

That's why he rejected me and Anduin and introduced those young female nobles to him.

His Majesty the King maliciously speculated on a certain orientation of his friend.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Medivh endured the pain in his thigh and remained as calm as ever.

He didn't know that His Majesty was thinking about what he had just done.

But this is not the fault of His Majesty the King.

In fact, his own action of lifting his pants just now had some meaning that all men would understand.

"Is it convenient?" King Ryan asked him tentatively. You

"What's the inconvenience?" Medivh asked strangely.

"Okay." King Ryan handed over the letter in his hand. "This is the letter Anduin asked the mage of Dalaran to send back from the north."

"I think you should know about the above matter."

Medivh took the letter.

But he didn't open it and look at it.

Instead, he looked at His Majesty the King.

"You know that I don't like to write letters, nor do I like to read letters. Your Majesty, you'd better tell me directly what Anduin said in the letter."

"Okay." King Ryan said helplessly: "I thought I could change this little quirk of yours."

"Anduin said a few things in the letter." His Majesty the King got to the point.

"The Kingdom of Lordaeron gave birth to a princess, and the whole country celebrated. King Menethil named his princess Arthas Menethil. Hmm...a bit strange name."

"The Kingdom of Lordaeron has a marquise who is over one year old. Anduin thinks we should befriend her properly."

"The reason is because the mother of this Marquise is the genius mage Modera. She is a Dalaran Dharma Master. If we can be friends with her, we may be able to bring help in the field of magic to our kingdom.

"

"In addition, it is also the most important thing."

The king looked at Medivh with a serious expression.

"The matter is also related to the mother of the one-year-old Marquis. Lord Modra, she warned Quel'Thalas and our human nations in her own name."

"What did she warn about?"

Medivh, who was thinking about the weird name "Arthas", asked curiously.

"She said there was a powerful and evil mage who opened a door between our world and another savage world."

"There will be countless barbarians coming out of that door, and these barbarians will destroy our world. We, the human kingdom, should unite and form a coalition to fight against these barbarians."

"Mad, I don't think this is possible. A portal that can allow an army to pass through... do you think it is possible?" King Ryan looked at Medivh and asked.

His Majesty the King saw his close friend's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he did not answer his question for a long time.

"Mad? Mad? Mad?"

"What’s wrong with you?"

Ryan asked with concern.

Medivh smiled bitterly at his king.

"Your Majesty, maybe we should have made preparations earlier."

"I think that Lord Modera's warning may come true one day."

This time it was King Ryan's turn to open his mouth wide.

Speechless.

…………
To be continued...