Little Steven felt that he had slept for a long time and seemed to have had a nightmare about the future.
He rubbed his eyes and woke up from his room in the palace of Stormwind City. Looking at the sunshine outside the window, a black-haired child yawned. He wiped the soft bed and the fragrant pillow, and wanted to
He slept for a while longer, but when he thought of today's schedule, he jumped out of bed impatiently, ran to the huge wardrobe in his pajamas, and rummaged for suitable clothes.
In this era, the conflicts between the alliance countries have not yet surfaced. Most of the problems are solved by a kind of intrigue among the nobles. In the southern part of the continent far away from the northern border, the isolation policy of Stormwind City has been continued for several generations of kings.
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The isolation at the beginning was forced. After all, the ancestors encountered various dangers when they opened up the southern frontier of the mainland, but the countries in the northern frontier completely ignored them. This indifference hurt the feelings of the ancestors.
After solving the problem on their own, the people of Stormwind felt that they could live a good life even without the northern kingdoms.
As a result, Stormwind City's isolation policy became a kind of pride passed down from generation to generation, engraved in the bones of every southerner, making them unwilling to kowtow to the lords of Northern Xinjiang.
But to be honest, the current development of the Kingdom of Stormwind is actually quite good, especially with fertile land like the Western Wilderness, coupled with the mild climate in the southern Xinjiang, which has freed the entire kingdom from the worry of famine.
Under such circumstances, life in Stormwind City is very good for a child, especially when the child's father is a highly respected court mage in the royal family, then Little Meridian's life can be said to be excellent.
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He has lived in the palace of Stormwind Kingdom since he was a child, growing up with the children of princes and nobles. He enjoys a life that ordinary people cannot enjoy. He has his own horse, his own guards, and as long as he rings the bell,
The servants who will appear around them at any time, especially the beautiful little maids, always make the boys who have just grown up think about it, and they are often happy to agree to the little master's request...any request.
"Lian! Ryan, don't sleep, it's time to get up!"
Medivh, fully dressed, rushed into the bedroom of his good friend Lion Wrynn. He looked at his friend who was still sleeping soundly and reached out to push him, but Ryan just talked in his sleep and turned around to continue.
Sleeping, this made Medivh very dissatisfied. He waved his fingers, and a cloud of cold mist followed Ryan's sleeves and stuck to his skin.
"ah!"
Ryan, who was awakened by the bone-chilling coldness, almost jumped out of bed. He looked around in panic, and finally saw Medivh with his hands on his hips. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across the child's face.
"Hey, I was dragged by my instructor to review swordsmanship yesterday, and I didn't sleep until very late. Medivh, you bastard!"
"But we have to go, Ryan!"
Medivh frowned. The kid always felt that everything today was a bit weird, but he still looked at the freckles on Ryan's face seriously and said:
"Lotha is already waiting for us, don't forget what we are going to do today!"
"today?"
The little prince of Stormwind City scratched his messy hair in a daze, and soon he became excited.
"Yes! Hiking. Today is a hike. The Archmage of Elam will take us to the western wilderness! There will be fishermen, barbecues and secretly drinking ale! Three full days! Yeah, it's great!"
So soon, the noble children who had grown up together rushed out of the palace with their guards. In the square in front, a simple carriage was already waiting for them, as well as their good friends.
, Anduin Lothar, he was riding on the saddle of a pony, talking to the middle-aged man in a robe standing beside the carriage.
Seeing how he was dancing and dancing, he seemed to be having a great time chatting.
"Father!"
Medivh looked at the familiar figure. For some reason, he suddenly felt like crying. He remembered the nightmare last night. In the dream, his father turned into a ghost-like monster, and now
, his father was still standing in front of him, with a familiar face, a familiar beard, and a familiar, stern smile.
"Father!"
Driven by the emotions surging in his heart, Medivh ran quickly towards Master Nielas Elan, and like a cannonball, he smashed into the archmage's arms, then hugged him tightly, hiding himself in
The attachment in my heart was expressed unabashedly.
"What's wrong? My son."
The Archmage of Elam was also a little uneasy today. When he saw his young and energetic son, like Medivh, he also had some strange feelings in his heart.
His eyes became moist. Like his son, he also hugged his relatives tightly. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to hold his son in his arms. This emotion was something he had never felt before.
The release made the Archmage of Elam feel a kind of preciousness, a kind of preciousness that can only be understood after losing it.
"Are you in a bad mood?"
Archmage Elan looked at his son, like an ordinary father rather than a noble and powerful archmage. He stroked his son's hair and asked with concern:
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Little Steven shook his head quickly. He approached his father and said in a tone of sharing a secret:
"Father, I had a dream last night, a nightmare."
"Okay, get in the car first."
Elan held his son's hand and sat in the carriage with the little prince under the watchful eyes of the guards. Lothar still missed the feeling of riding a horse, but in the end, at the urging of Ryan and Medivh, he sat on the carriage.
After getting on the carriage, it took nearly 2 hours to head to the Westfall. They had enough time to share Medivh's nightmare.
Maybe it can be used as a game to kill time.
"What?"
Lothar's eyes widened in the carriage. The tall boy, who looked like a little tiger, asked loudly:
"You said I will become a marshal in the future? Hahaha, that's what I want. This is not a nightmare! This is obviously a good dream!"
"But that was just a dream."
Ryan retorted that he was feeling a little depressed because in Medivh's nightmare, he suffered the misfortune of being assassinated by a monster, which made Ryan a little dissatisfied.
The quarrels between the companions were just as noisy as when they used to play games.
As very good friends, Medivh, Lothar and Lion would always play games similar to playing house when they were young.
Just like in a legendary story, they would play Emperor Thoradin and unite the high elves to fight against the trolls. Medivh always played the high elf because he was a little mage, and Lothar always played Emperor Thoradin because he had
With the blood of that emperor, poor Ryan can only play the role of a troll... He will wear a lifelike troll mask, which is said to be one of the trophies of His Majesty Baratheon Wrynn.
Oh, by the way, His Majesty Baratheon is Lion Wrynn's father, the current king of Stormwind City, a resolute and wise qualified leader.
"At the end of the nightmare, there are dead people."
Little Steven held onto his father's hand tightly and whispered:
"Those dead people broke up our home, father, they... they turned you into a ghost, and mother, they... they killed her. The leader of the dead people seemed to be a high elf. He also wanted to
He wanted to kill me, and he held a moon-like sword in his hand... It was so scary."
Perhaps the nightmare scene was too real. Medivh's body began to tremble at the end of the story, and the description of the dream also frightened Archmage Elan who was sitting aside. He was once the best in the Tiris Mystery Society.
Mage hunter and archmage Elan has a deeper understanding of dreams. Sometimes, dreams will reveal the future.
He subconsciously hugged his son tightly, but soon, Elan felt funny about his random thoughts. He let go of his son with a smile, and turned to look at the scene outside the carriage window.
"That future will not happen... Aegwynn has returned to the Parliament of Tirisfal. She wants to pass on her power to the next guardian. She has decided to return to Stormwind City and watch Medivh grow up with me.
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Nielas Elan's expression softened. He was very relaxed and enjoying the feeling of playing with his son:
"Yes, that future will not happen. I will not allow it to happen!"
It was night, on the beach in the western wilderness of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the children were shouting around the barbecue fire. The guards also caught a few ugly murlocs for the brave children to practice. These weak creatures were completely useless.
Can cause trouble, especially if the Archmage is guarding it.
"Is it fun, kids?"
Elan held the wine glass and said to the laughing children in the light of the fire:
"You can drink tonight, but you can only have one cup per person. You haven't grown up yet. Speaking of which, I happen to be going to Sunshine Forest next month to pick some medicine. Do you want to come with me?"
The Archmage took a sip of wine, and a mysterious smile flashed across his face. He looked at the children holding the wine glasses, and whispered:
"It is said that there are dragons in the Sunshine Forest!"
"I want to go! Mr. Elan, take me there!"
The young Lothar stood up, patted his chest, and shouted loudly: "I am eager to see more challenges, those wild wolves, and dragons... Hahaha, I want to see the giant dragon!"
"Me too! Me too!"
The young man Ryan was shouting, and Medivh was also cheering. Seeing the children laughing, Master Elam drank the wine in his hand and said happily:
"Oh, this kind of life is really suitable for me."
Not long after, the children fell asleep from exhaustion after playing for a day. In the hammock, enjoying the warm sea breeze and cool night, Archmage Nielas Elan stood on the beach, looking at his son tenderly,
His heart was filled with happiness at this time.
"Buzz"
A slender figure suddenly broke through the space and appeared behind Elan. In the respectful eyes of the guards, the female mage Ms. Magna Aegwin, who had helped the kingdom tide over difficulties more than once, appeared on this beach.
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Her face looked a little tired, but there was a hint of freedom and gentleness in her eyes. She hugged her husband tightly from behind and whispered:
"Elan, I gave my power back to them... The old men promised not to trouble us anymore, so I want a second child. Give Medivh a brother or sister."
"Then first you have to promise."
Elan turned around and hugged his wife tenderly. He whispered: "Don't leave me and Medivh again. The child misses you very much."
A tear slipped from the corner of Ms. Aegwin's eyes. She looked at her husband with a smile and said with nostalgia:
"No...I will never leave you again, I swear."
"So? Should we find a place to talk about future plans..."
Under the urging of Master Ellan, Ms. Aegwynn walked to her son's bedside. She looked at her child, then leaned down and kissed Medivh gently on the forehead:
"My son, I will never leave you, sweet dreams... good night."
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"So, this is the seed you promised me?"
Chromie looked at Tyrion, who had lost his arm, with an unkind look on his face. The two guys were hiding in the sky, watching everything happening on the ground.
"Catch the dying Medivh from Sephiel's timeline and throw him into my timeline... Frankly speaking, I don't see the benefits of doing so, even if Aegwynn will protect
The power of the Hunter was returned to the Council of Tirisfal, but Sargeras’s soul is still in Medivh’s... No, it’s no longer there!”
Chromie's eyes suddenly widened. She looked back at Tyrion, who had a strange light in his eyes. Chromie stared at him and whispered:
"The soul of Little Medivh at this time comes from Medivh in another timeline. There is no longer the influence of Sargeras, and the future of the guardian has been changed... But without the influence of Medivh, the future direction will be completely different.
Chaos, Time Observers will be lured in soon!"
"So I suggest you find a new friend."
Tyrion took a step back, pulled away from Chromie's time, and returned to the cold and dead Karazhan. He looked at Sephiel and Chromie in front of him, and he said softly:
"A Time Observer, your superior, his name... is Kairoz. I'm sorry, I don't know what his draconic name is. It may be Kairozdormu, but there is no doubt that I am sure.
, his thoughts are somewhat different from Nozdormu’s thoughts, maybe there is just a slight suspicion now, but take him to the end of time and see, I believe he will eventually become your ally.”
The death knight looked at his lost right arm, shook his head and whispered:
"As for Nozdormu, you don't need to worry too much. Soon... the Time Lord will no longer be a problem."
"One timeline after another will restore the original free-flowing rules. The future should not be restricted, and the Eternal Dragon should not appear, at least not at this time..."
"I promise that the future I promised will eventually come true!"
