The Shadow of Elan asked in surprise: "Grandson?"

The young orc was silent for a few seconds and then said: "Whose grandson are you scolding? As the saying goes, a war never tires of deceit. What's wrong with me sneaking up on you from behind? You've got a beard, why are you so incompetent?"

Now it was Elan's turn to be speechless.

At this time, the time for the group sheep transformation technique has come. Khadgar and others recovered, but found that the battle was a bit unbearable. What kind of weird atmosphere is this? The entire style of painting has changed!

"What just happened?" Jin Di was stunned.

Tyran, Tess and Khadgar shook their heads at the same time, they were also confused.

Shadow of Ellan explained seriously: "My mass sheep transformation technique is only effective against blood relatives! You are actually immune to this spell, which only means that you are my descendant! You should be my grandson!"

"Ah?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Only Moros showed a happy smile.

"Wait, how many children do you have?" Khadgar interrupted.

"Just one, Medivh." Elan said decisively.

"Could it be that Med'an is...?" Khadgar's mouth almost twitched when he asked.

"Medivh's son, my grandson!" Elan said extremely firmly.

"But I am a half-orc!" Med'an was a little confused. In his thirteen years of life, he always thought that his father was an orc and his mother was a human. After all, all the half-orcs he knew were orcs.

Violence. There can't be a female orc who rapes a great astral mage, right?

Moros, who had been listening quietly by the side, finally spoke: "Master, have you forgotten what I said before? According to the master's life style, it wouldn't be surprising if he got a female ogre!"

Ellan thought thoughtfully, then looked embarrassed: "He found out the reason why he destroyed all the pornographic dens in Stormwind City back then!"

"Then who is my mother?" Mad'an asked eagerly. This was the question he was most concerned about.

Khadgar and Moros showed subtle expressions at the same time.

"As far as we know, there seems to be only one female orc who had close contact with Medivh."

"Could it be... the half-orc Garona?" Med'an was shocked again. This moment produced too much explosive information that was difficult for him to understand.

"This explains Med'an's image problem." Khadgar suddenly figured it out and suddenly realized: "Most half-orc teenagers are very strong, but Med'an is obviously thinner than human teenagers of the same age. This

It's because Garona is half Draenei. The Draenei are a very long-lived race, and it is said that their lifespan can be as long as ten thousand years. Med'an inherited a quarter of the Draenei blood, so his development is much slower than that of his peers.

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"I just said he was a young master, and you still want to hide it from me!" Moros glared at Khadgar fiercely: "You can't trust me, right?"

Khadgar gave him a meaningful look, sighed but said nothing.

What a waste of an explanation? Who knew in advance that the most inconspicuous passerby in the mercenary team would be the son of Medivh? This misunderstanding is completely unsolvable!

Moros, you win! Isn’t it okay to just do what you say?

Even more excited than Moros was the Shadow of Elam. The old mage was circling Med'an, looking back and forth, more carefully than a farmer selecting livestock, and kept mumbling:

"Grandson! Grandson! Grandson!"

"Okay, okay, please stop for now." Med'an really couldn't bear the thought of someone talking about grandson in his ears all the time. This was even more taunting than a soldier's taunting!

"If your grandson has anything to say, just say it!"

"We are here to find a book called "Mysterious Tracking Magic"——"

He was interrupted by Elan before he finished speaking: "Ah, this book is written by Eldin. Hand of Light. I like it very much. It's on that bookshelf!"

Khadgar felt as if he had found a treasure. He carefully picked up the book and read it with gusto.

"That's it. The tracking technique for artifacts requires the following materials: large pieces of strong light fragments, cemetery moss, black iron residue..."

"Why are you tracking an artifact?" Elan asked. But everyone shook their heads, indicating that only Khadgar knew about this matter.

Khadgar closed the book and saw that everyone was waiting for his explanation, so he shook his head and sighed: "This matter must be explained to you. Now it is not only related to Jindi, but also to Med'an."

"Is it related to me?" Med'an was almost surprised again. The reason why he was not too surprised was because he had already learned too many secrets in just a short while, and he thought that the secret about the artifact would not be better than that of Medivh.

His own father is even more amazing, right?

"The artifact we want to track is called Atiesh. It is the legendary staff that has been passed down from generation to generation by the guardians! Its last holder was naturally Teacher Medivh." Khadgar explained the matter.

Come: "After the death of Teacher Medivh, the staff fell into my hands. With my strength at the time, I was far from being able to control it, so I gave it to the Kirin Tor Council in Dalaran. The council was also afraid of this.

The power of the artifact has been properly preserved and multiple protective magics have been applied to prevent theft."

Jin Di seemed to understand: "Then what is written in the letter I sent?"

"The letter said that Aitiesh was almost stolen! The thief should be a great mage with superb magic power, and he broke five protective magics in a row. But he finally lost his hand on the last mechanism. The magic staff Aiti

Yesh triggered the strongest anti-theft measures just before being stolen, and was broken down into forty-two pieces by magic and then randomly teleported to different areas on the mainland."

"What the hell kind of anti-theft measure is this?" Mai De'an was surprised: "If you're afraid of being stolen, just destroy it?"

Tailan said seriously: "I am reminded of a story in Alterac: the city defense army killed a citizen on the spot to prevent him from committing suicide!"

Everyone: "..."

After a long silence, Jindi urged Khadgar: "You continue to talk?"

Khadgar lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "What did I just say?"

My thoughts were interrupted by these two people!!!

"As an anti-theft measure, the scepter was broken into forty-two pieces!" Jin Di reminded.

"Oh, yes. Those cunning guys in Dalaran are not mentally retarded. They must have their own considerations. Specifically, why was the scepter Atiesh not used in the war against the tribe, why was it almost stolen, and why was the ultimate anti-theft device used

The measures are deployed to decompose and randomly transmit magic. These questions can only be asked by themselves." Khadgar continued to explain: "The reason why they wrote to me is because I am the one who is most familiar with the Scepter after the death of Teacher Medivh.

The mage wants to ask me to study the tracking spell for the scepter fragments. But now, a new problem has arisen!"

"What's the problem?" everyone asked curiously.

"I was born in Dalaran, but now I am an independent mage. My previous idea was to help out out of old friendship, but now I have changed my mind." Khadgar said seriously: "As a disciple of Medivh, I am the relic of Medivh.

The first-in-line heir has the right to control everything, including gifts to Dalaran. But now that the teacher has a posthumous son, Med'an should be Atiesh's successor!"

Everyone was shocked, and then they understood what Khadgar wanted to express, and it was obviously of great significance.
Chapter completed!