Khadgar said impassionedly: "I hope you can help Med'an recast Atiesh!"

Tailan concluded: "So, our goal is to make a staff?"

"That's right! We have to do our best to be mentally retarded!" Khadgar was stunned after saying this. What am I talking about? Something seems wrong?

Med'an asked: "But I don't know magic at all. How can I be qualified to inherit the guardian's staff?"

"What a joke! Just learn from your grandpa if you don't know how!" The Shadow of Ellan said boldly: "Your grandpa is the chief royal mage of the Kingdom of Stormwind, your grandma is a guardian, and your father is also a guardian. In terms of talent, you are simply the No. 1 in the entire continent.

One! If you can’t learn spells, no one can!”

Originally, his words were very beautiful at this point, but Elan pointed at Khadgar and added a few more words: "Look at your father's disciple, who is not very talented, but now his strength is very good! You will definitely be better than him in the future.

Much stronger!"

Khadgar's balls ached when he heard this, and he held back his depression with tears in his eyes and nodded.

"In this case, am I really qualified to inherit this artifact?" Med'an was a little tempted.

It's not that he immediately accepted the identity of Medivh's son, it's just that he was too eager to become stronger. Med'an had suffered from the turmoil of war since he was a child, and he and his adoptive father were dependent on each other. Later, he was separated from his adoptive father, and he lived a lonely life.

Med'an's thoughts are very simple. He longs for power. As long as he has strong power, he can protect the people he loves and help everyone live a happy and stable life.

"Of course you are qualified!" Khadgar, Moros and Ellan's Shadow agreed at the same time.

"So now we just need to wait for you to develop this tracking spell, and then use the tracking spell to retrieve the forty-two fragments and recast the scepter?" Tailan said in her heart. It didn't sound too troublesome.

"That's basically it, but now there's a little trouble." Khadgar mused: "To do this tracking technique, we need to create an Atiesh fragment tracking pointer. Let's call it a pointer for short. But now we are missing some pointers.

of production materials.”

Moros was puzzled: "There are all kinds of scarce materials in Karazhan's laboratory, how come there is a lack of materials?"

"Because the two missing main materials are too rare." Khadgar looked regretful: "One is the tip of the incisor of an adult dragon, and the other is the fragment of Atiesh."

"Good guy, you actually need the fragments of Atiesh?" Med'an was shocked: "If you want to find the fragments of Atiesh, you need to make a pointer, but making the pointer requires the fragments of Atiesh. What the hell is this?

It’s a cycle!”

Khadgar looked embarrassed and explained: "With tracking spells, you have to know what you are tracking, right? Even a hound looking for someone has to smell it first!"

"Wait, maybe this thing really exists." Jin Di suddenly remembered something and took off the golden pendant from his neck.

Khadgar took the pendant in surprise and slowly injected magic power into it. The pendant opened naturally, revealing a golden fragment hidden inside.

"It is indeed the fragment of Atiesh!" Khadgar was delighted: "With it, all we have left is the dragon's front teeth!"

"There are often green dragons in the Swamp of Sorrows east of Deadwind Pass. You might as well try your luck there." The Shadow of Elan reminded: "I am just a spirit. I can't leave Karazhan, so I can't be of much help."

"It has been a great help! Thank you very much!" Med'an bowed. Everyone also expressed their thanks and bid farewell to Elan.

Elan stared at the group of people leaving and sighed secretly: "He still doesn't want to call me 'Grandpa'!"

The group of people left the library where the Shadow of Elam was. As soon as they walked down the stairs, Med'an sat down slumped.

"What's the matter, Master?" Moros asked with concern.

"I'm so tired and a little scared." Mai De'an shook his head and said with a confused look on his face: "I have been wanting to find my parents for many years, but the moment I learned about their identities, I backed down.

I don’t even dare to recognize the grandfather in front of me. Am I a bit cowardly and stupid?”

"Master..."

"In my imagination, my father would be an ordinary orc warrior, and my mother would be an ordinary village woman. I never thought they would be such amazing people, nor did I think I would have to bear such a heavy responsibility."

De'an fell into confusion: "The life experience in front of me tells me that my father is an astral mage and my mother is a peerless assassin, and I am so weak and ordinary, how can I be worthy of such parents? How can I take on such a heavy responsibility?

?”

Just when he was at a loss, Tailan's lazy voice sounded in his ears:

"Idiot, don't think too much!" Tailan shrugged: "No matter who your parents are, aren't you still Med'an? Remember your identity, you are still our teammate and an idiot who needs our protection.

, it’s Med’an from the Holy Light Mercenary Team. The other details are not important.”

Med'an felt that his tangled thoughts suddenly became clear. That's right! My parents are greater than I imagined, but what impact does this have on me? I am not a person at the bottom of society, and I am discriminated against by both humans and orcs.

Are half-orcs living as tenaciously as cockroaches? I have my own way of life, why should I be too rigid about changes in my identity?

"As for the matter of Atiesh, it is of great importance and must still be done." Tyran said: "Restore it to its original state first. If you want to give up, we will send the scepter back to Dalaran. If you want

Take it upon yourself and leave it behind. We will bear this responsibility with you!"

"Then what if this responsibility is greater than imagined?" Med'an asked: "What if Medivh left any last words and even asked me to fight against the unrivaled Horde?"

Tyran grinned and said: "Think about who your companions are? The son of a paladin, the princess of Gilneas, the mage of Dalaran, everyone except you, an orc, has a good reason to fight against the tribe.

Ah! Even if the whole world is against us, so what? Just turn it upside down!"

Med'an smiled, his smile full of relaxation and relief.

I am still a weak half-orc Med'an, but I have strong and reliable companions! As long as they are by my side, what is the difficulty of making a staff?

Khadgar looked on with cold eyes and couldn't help but admire Taylan secretly.

This crooked mercenary captain who was picking his nose helped Med'an get rid of confusion and pressure in a few words. Is this the friendship, trust and bond between companions?

Thinking of this, Lothar's majestic appearance seemed to appear in front of his eyes. He was a close friend who once fought side by side, but he didn't want to be separated forever. He recalled Garona again, that female half-orc full of wild charm, and now

I don't know where I am.

"I will help your son grow up, the son of you and the teacher!" He murmured to himself.

Med'an suddenly asked him: "Speaking of which, Medivh, who is suspected of being my father, is your teacher, so what should I call you? Senior brother?"

Khadgar smiled: "This is a good title, little junior brother!"

"But you killed Medivh, so should I also call you the murderer of my father's enemy?"
Chapter completed!