Arthas was shocked. He never dreamed that Medivh would suddenly appear here. His first reaction was to raise the door panel and slash at the guardian with his giant sword.
"Haha! You don't overestimate your capabilities."
Arthas has spent too much energy on creating Frostmourne recently, and he is extremely exhausted. In addition, his strength itself is much worse.
"The evil energy."
A bloated, fungus-like green monster appeared, swallowed Arthas and imprisoned him. Medivh's hands formed arcane chains, wrapping the bloated monster, and the guardian applied the seal with his own hands.
Medivh easily controlled Arthas and looked at the giant Frostmourne falling to the ground like a full-length mirror with a look of disgust on his face. This was not in line with Medivh's aesthetics.
"Are you the damn Medivh?"
Muradin raised Frostmourne in his hand and hurriedly slashed at the guardian. Medivh stepped forward and sneered:
"You still want to protect this sword? Dwarf."
Medivh failed to cast a spell, and the ice pick suddenly appeared, knocking the dwarf away far away.
Muradin lay on his back on the cold stone ground, and a cold spear pierced his chest. He closed his eyes, his whole body was limp, and Medivh took away Frostmourne in his hand.
"This weapon belongs to me, dwarf." Medivh looked at Frostmourne lovingly: "Look, what a perfect work of art. Only such an amazing artifact can be worthy of the status of a guardian."
"Frostmourne, I want all the power of the dead. Frostmourne, it's time for you to drink your fill of blood."
Medivh wielded Frostmourne and slaughtered the dwarves around the furnace and Arthas' subordinates. Under the power of the Guardian, all resistance was in vain, and the blood quickly stained the ground red.
Robbie stood in the wild wind and snow. He was very surprised. Not far ahead, the fear demon Mal'Ganis flapped his wings and fled desperately. He abandoned his subordinates without hesitation, as if he had been prepared for it.
generally.
"Something is wrong. Could it be that the Dread Lord is just a bait?"
Robbie felt uneasy in his heart, and suddenly felt something. He looked up at the sky, and saw half of a red dragon emerging from the clouds, looming.
"No, it's not just the Dread Lord who is watching us, but the red dragon hiding in the clouds, and..."
"Medivh!"
Something happened, Robbie said in his head and hurried back to the furnace.
Medivh was wiping the blood from Frostmourne, his eyes showing a fiery light. The light of Frostmourne's runes became hazy due to being stained with blood, illuminating Medivh's triumphant face.
Guardian Medivh was wise and cautious enough. Although Robbie and Arthas teamed up, he was no match for him, but he still promised not to take any risks, so he sent Jaina to seduce the Dreadlord and lure away Robbie.
Of course, Jaina's deal with the Dread Lord can go ahead, and Medivh is willing to bring a powerful ally to the orcs.
"it's all over."
Medivh wore a confident smile and was content. He didn't even look at Robbie.
Robbie did not look at Medivh. He leaned down to check Muradin's injury. Holy light appeared on Robbie's hand, melting the ice spear that penetrated the dwarf and stopping the flow of blood. His wound was slowly healing.
Slow healing.
Although the dwarf did not wake up, his breathing was stable and it seemed that his life was not in danger for the time being.
Medivh watched all this with cold eyes and did not step forward to stop it.
"There are many strange people in this world. Their origins are unclear. The dark time flows quietly. Life comes and goes, just like passers-by. To be honest, I don't like guests who disturb me for no reason."
Medivh said pointedly:
"I have seen too many time travelers like you, trying to dig out the truth of this period of history."
"Have you guessed it?" Robbie asked. As expected of Medivh, he already knew where Robbie came from.
"Anyone who tries to gain insight into the Guardian's secrets must die." Medivh said confidently:
"I have killed too many time travelers like you, but I have only neglected you. Defeat Thrall, Uther's Holy Light Orcs, and Stratholme's dragon-slaying warriors. You have done a lot, and it is worth it."
Die proud."
It's not surprising that Medivh guessed Robbie's identity. After all, the bronze dragon is also one of the Guardian's accomplices.
"What about you? Medivh, don't you want to know what tragic end you will face in the future?"
Robbie was also tempting Medivh, and sure enough, the guardian's expression changed, and a pair of black eyes shined brightly, wanting to probe Robbie's heart.
Suddenly thinking of something, Medivh laughed, turned his hand, and a golden book appeared in his right hand, which was the "Book of Holy Light", which had been placed on Arthas's body.
Medivh flipped through a few pages, shook his head in boredom, and rubbed the pages of the "Book of Holy Light" to feel the subtle energy on it.
"I already know what time period you come from. The future me will definitely cause you a lot of trouble, right?" Medivh sneered. He regained his confidence and used both hands to create the "Book of Holy Light" made of various precious materials.
》Crumped into a ball, the flames of evil energy flashed through and turned into a ball of ashes.
As expected of a guardian, he was able to detect a lot of information with just one book.
"I'm hesitating."
Robbie didn't have time to feel sorry for the "Book of Holy Light" and asked doubtfully: "You in the future are arrogant and unrestrained. If you knew that I would cause trouble to you, why didn't you in the future strangle me in the cradle?"
"You know nothing about time."
Medivh explained coldly:
"Time is like a river flowing quietly. Only the surface of the river is calm. The bottom is full of rapids, undercurrents, whirlpools, rocks, sunken ships and dead fish. It is chaotic. If you throw a stone upstream, only the surface of the river remains unchanged, but the ripples will
From the depths of the river to the future, no one knows what will happen until I receive the ripples in the future."
"It's a bit complicated!" Robbie scratched his head and asked: "That means if I beat you up today, you will lose your memory today, right? You can only recall it after I return?"
"I don't like this metaphor. I can understand it this way, but time itself is much more complicated than this. Mortals feel that time is a straight line. In my opinion, time is more like a ball of thread that I can't figure out. What's more, if you give
I brought Frostmourne, how could I be willing to strangle you in the future?" Medivh smiled even more proudly.
"This puts me at ease." Robbie took a deep breath: "Medivh, you have overlooked one thing. I come from the future, and I know Frostmourne. It does not belong to you."
"Hahaha!" Medivh laughed: "Have you forgotten? History is written by me. I will create an Arthas and put all the sins on him."
"Medivh, look, what is this?"
A music box appeared in Robbie's hand.
The music box Kel'Thuzad left to Robbie before his death.
A beautiful chorus sounded.
This is a 10,000-year-old song, a tribute to Queen Azshara, praising the queen's wisdom and beauty.
A magical song. It is said that when this song is played, all the magic dragons in Azshara will dance.
Robbie remembered the diary left by the Dalaran mage apprentice Azazel.
The diary records that Prince Kael'thas once stole Azazel's magical qualifications and used the spell-stealing dragon.
One of the variants of Mana Dragon. (To be continued)