Med'an was not a roadie like Jindy. He naturally knew that the Eastvale Lumber Camp was located on the east side of Elwynn Forest near Redridge Mountain. It would take nearly a day to walk there from Goldshire. So he asked: "Why?

Where was the past?"

"Teleportation." Khadgar answered concisely, grabbed Med'an and started singing.

As his singing ended, Med'an felt strong physical and mental discomfort, as if his whole body had been packed, compressed and stuffed into a narrow space. Then his eyes blurred and he felt a darkness swallowing him up.

Then he vomited himself out again. As his body was liberated, a strong sense of dizziness and suffocation suddenly came over him.

With a "wow" sound, Med'an spit out fresh vomit on the ground of the Donggu logging camp.

"Teleportation is an arcane spell. It is a high-level spell with relatively high risks." Khadgar explained seriously: "Usually, mages must first learn the flashing technique to be able to skillfully perform close-range and within the visual range.

Only after teleportation can one learn the teleportation technique. The teleportation technique is even more complicated, and the person being carried will often experience some physical and psychological discomfort."

"Thank you for your answer, senior brother!" Med'an sounded a little unhappy. But after all, he has orc blood and his physical fitness is pretty good, and he adjusted quickly.

Khadgar boasted proudly: "You are lucky enough to have met me. If a half-baked mage who is not skilled enough takes you to teleport, you might end up with a split body, missing arms and legs.

Everything is possible.”

Hearing this, Med'an suddenly raised his chin and thought for a long time before speaking: "Then if I can master the half-baked teleportation skill, wouldn't I be able to drag the enemy with me and forcefully separate his body, and wait until he loses arms and legs?

Easy to deal with!"

"Damn it, why are your spellcasting ideas so strange!" Khadgar thought for a long time, but he really couldn't refute it. Although this idea sounds nonsense, it makes sense after thinking about it carefully!

Khadgar would not doubt whether Med'an is Medivh's son at all. His keen intuition for spellcasting alone would definitely make him right! He has known many mages in his life, and no one else can achieve this level except Medivh.

Kind of understanding!

Speaking of which, Khadgar showed off his knowledge and understanding of magic in front of Jindi not long ago, but was slapped in the face by Med'an so quickly. In fact, Jindi was also a mage apprentice with outstanding understanding in Dalaran.

Otherwise, Krasus would not have sent her out specifically to perform the mission. It's just that Jindi's talent pales in comparison to Khadgar, and Khadgar's intelligence is far behind Med'an.

But is Khadgar the one who admits defeat? In terms of innovative theory, he can't compare to Med'an, but in terms of deception, he can rival twenty Med'an!

He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Your idea seems feasible, but in fact it is still absurd. Think about it, if it is so simple to defeat powerful enemies, why haven't others studied this earlier?

"

"Elder brother, what you said makes sense. I must have been careless." Med'an admired Khadgar very much and agreed.

Khadgar explained shamelessly: "We mages are spell casters. We must stand in the back row and hide behind warriors and knights to achieve stable output. You rush up to kill one of them. Isn't this a mage?"

What's the combat method? In addition, the teleportation spell itself is a very expensive high-level spell, and converting it into an attack spell is also very expensive. I'm afraid the mana will dry up after just a few uses."

"Elder brother taught you the lesson!" Mai De'an agreed calmly: "I thought too simply."

Seeing that Med'an was so calm, Khadgar felt ashamed, so he stopped talking and turned the conversation back: "But in some special circumstances, your spell must be able to play a certain role. I will help you another day.

Improve it."

"It would be great if Senior Brother could study this spell and teach it to me." Med'an said happily: "What should I call this spell?"

"Let's call it Teleportation Cutting Technique!" Khadgar's theoretical knowledge is still solid enough, so naming it is not a problem: "If it can be completely perfected as a long-range spell in the future, it might as well be called 'Space Cutting Technique', and maybe it can be promoted and applied.

Woolen cloth."

Med'an was very interested in this topic. If he were not worried about Tiloia, Stavin and others, he would still want to continue the discussion.

Khadgar's accumulation of knowledge is far better than his, so he can naturally see more in-depth things. You must know that if the mana reaches the depth of Medivh, he can complete the instant teleportation of hundreds of people. If he uses

A large-scale teleportation technique upgraded to a large space cutting technique may be more powerful than the most popular blizzard and flame storm among archmages!

Khadgar secretly marveled in his heart: This kid Med'an didn't know he had come up with an incredible idea! He failed to enter Dalaran to study systematically, which might be a loss for all mankind.

The two quickly found out the location of Tiroya's villa. From a distance, they saw several orc guards coming from the direction of the villa. One of them said impatiently: "They are just human beings. If you die, you will die."

It makes our trip here in vain, uncle!"

"The death was quite tragic. It looked like a vendetta." Another orc joked about the murder as an anecdote and said with a lewd smile: "I just don't know where the young lady from this family was caught. I'm afraid she was raped.

Bar?"

Med'an was so indignant that he almost wanted to scold them. However, the cowardly nature he had developed since childhood still made him lower his head and pass by the orcs.

Khadgar looked on coldly and said nothing.

The two quickly arrived at the door of the villa, and saw two corpses covered by white cloth, and the blood seeping out had dyed most of the cloth into scarlet red.

Khadgar stepped forward and uncovered the white cloth. When Med'an saw the bloody and almost inhuman corpse, he felt nauseated and almost vomited again.

Khadgar took a look and said: "Two adult men, probably servants, doormen, etc., died of massive bleeding caused by lacerations. The rigor mortis has begun to ease, it has not yet decomposed, and the body spots are obvious

, it is estimated that he died about 25 hours ago.”

Med'an didn't expect Khadgar to have a wealth of knowledge about autopsies, and was filled with admiration. The two of them walked into the house after viewing the corpse. But as soon as they stepped inside, Med'an screamed in fright.

The three corpses in the room were dead in a worse condition than the two servants outside. Tiloia's brother was lying on his back, with no scars, but his face was purple, and his empty eyes were staring straight at the ceiling; a woman in a long skirt was lying on her stomach,

A big hole was smashed into his head, and a large area of ​​his brain was mixed with bright red blood. A middle-aged man who was missing half of his face and half of his arm was curled up on the side, and even half of his eyeballs were pulled out and turned outside.

The blood flowing out of the black eye sockets soaked half of his shoulders, and the open mouth seemed to ask palely who had done this murder.

Khadgar's face was ashen and he went in to take a look.

"I guess these are Tiloia's parents." His voice was extremely heavy.

"Damn Sariel Zun!" A nameless anger surged from his heart, Med'an said with tears in his eyes and gritted his teeth: "I must make him pay the price!"

"Wait a minute." Khadgar waved his hand feebly and said, "I think the murderer is not him, but someone else!"
Chapter completed!