"As long as Medivh is defeated, everything will be solved."
"This is precisely the most difficult thing." Chen Stormstout sighed regretfully:
"Two thousand seven hundred years ago, the Council of Tirisfal created the first guardian, Alodi, a human-high elf hybrid. Many mages concentrated their power on him. The specifics of how this was done are still unknown to this day.
A mystery. Maybe Merry Winterwind knows something, but unfortunately he has a closer relationship with the Guardians. You see, even Sargeras is not an opponent of the Guardians, so how can we mortals fight against him?"
Speaking of which, the guardian is a bit similar to the inner power teaching and enlightenment in martial arts novels.
A long time ago, the mages of the Tirisfal Council selected the most trusted person and poured power into this person, giving him unimaginable power and easily defeating all invading demons.
This person is honored as the Guardian by other mages.
The duty of the Guardian is to destroy the demons that invaded the continent of Azeroth. They live in the shadows all their lives, fighting the demons to the death, and silently guarding the world.
When the guardian feels tired, sleepy, and wants to rest, he will select a few students, impart knowledge, and then select the next guardian among them and pass on his power to him.
Generations of guardians have slept underground, and all that remains is the powerful power of the guardians.
It's a pity that the time is too long. How did the original guardian come into being? How did the flesh and blood of living beings withstand the huge magic power? How can this unparalleled magic power be passed on to the next generation of guardians?
The creativity of talented mages thousands of years ago has disappeared into history with the passage of time. The secret of this is probably only known by the guardian himself.
If one could gain insight into the Guardian's secrets, there might be a way to defeat Medivh.
Robbie suddenly thought of a man, Wilton Barov, talking nonsense when he was drunk.
Although Robbie later found Barov, he was unable to get any useful information from him. The only thing that was certain was that Medivh had a weakness.
Later, Robbie dropped the matter.
The main reason is that Wilton is a bit unreliable. The ups and downs of life and too many hardships in life can easily cause memory problems. Everyone's brain may produce some false memories, and they firmly believe in them.
The matter was so important that Robbie could only grasp this last straw, bid farewell to the Pandaren in a hurry, and look for Wilton Barov.
Wilton was lying on his back in the fortress' original nursery, sticking his butt out and observing something.
"Wildon." Robbie called loudly.
"Shhh, look what I found."
Wilton was beaming with joy and dancing with joy, like a child.
"A mana dragon from Quel'Thalas, who was not known to be the pet of the soldier in the fortress, actually survived the Lord Guardian's powerful spell. Robbie, this is simply a miracle of life."
"Wildon, follow me to see the commander." Robbie ordered.
Whether the unreliable Barov family heirs are lying or bragging, perhaps only Vanessa can tell the truth. Vanessa has the ability to distinguish lies.
"Am I going to get a salary increase, Robbie?" Wilton followed Robbie and said happily: "Why don't you say anything? Maybe you got a promotion, haha, I know that as long as people don't die, they will get ahead.
"
Robbie ignored Barov who was daydreaming.
In the central tent set up in the fortress, Vanessa shouldered the responsibility of the commander. With a tight face, she meticulously issued one order after another. That serious expression surprised Robbie and made her a little heartbroken.
After listening quietly for a while, Robbie’s judgment of Vanessa was:
Clear thinking and extremely efficient.
Especially because of her strong aura, all her subordinates who received orders were as silent as if they would be terminated if they didn't do things seriously.
Robbie had to be convinced, Vanessa's ability was much stronger than that of his acting commander.
"Robbie, I have something to ask you."
Vanessa saw Wilton following Robbie, and with a slight signal, Wilton left knowingly and waited outside the tent.
After dealing with the matter at hand, it came to an end for the time being, and Vanessa finally had time to take a drink of water.
"Two things. The side effects of white maggot meat have been found. Ahn'Qiraj's egg breeding base has learned through experiments that taking white maggot meat all year round will increase the body's shadow resistance and significantly reduce its natural resistance."
Robbie touched his chin and said:
"So, as long as you find a druid who is proficient in natural magic, you can easily kill Old Fording?"
Vanessa hummed proudly: "The thief's poison is also a natural damage. Old Fording is no longer a problem. The second thing is that we found food to replace the white maggot meat. Do you still remember the dinner that Yrel treated us to?
?”
"Draenei food?"
Robbie clearly remembered that it was the dinner cooked by Yirel's sister. Yirel ate so deliciously that both Vanessa and Robbie found it difficult to swallow.
"Delaenei people are accustomed to processing it with holy light while taking food."
Vanessa raised her eyebrows and chuckled:
"This process is carried out while chewing. I found some Draenei food and tried it. After injecting holy light into it, it tasted unusually delicious. The effect was far stronger than that of white maggot meat, and there were no side effects.
."
Even though they had discovered Old Fording's weakness, found food to replace white maggot meat, and found a way to become stronger, neither Robbie nor Vanessa were happy.
Tirion Fordring is very powerful, but unfortunately in front of the Guardian, he is still just a harmless little sheep.
"Commander, have you given up?" Robbie asked, looking at Vanessa's serious and pretty face.
Vanessa frowned slightly.
The tent was stuffy, the atmosphere was oppressive and dull, and Medivh, who was so high above, made people breathless.
Looking at the busy crowd outside the tent, Vanessa said in frustration:
"Medivh's power is stronger than I imagined. Even if I merge with the Dark Star by luck, I still have no confidence in defeating him. The future is too hopeless and I no longer worry. Now, I just want to do the things in front of me.
"
"No, Commander, there is still a chance. Medivh may have an unknown weakness."
...
"It's absolutely true," Wilton swore: "I really saw Kel'Thuzad and Medivh fighting with my own eyes, and twice, once in Andorhal and once in the Royal City of Lordaeron.
They won every time, but the guardian was proficient in teleportation and Kel'Thuzad could not catch up with him."
Vanessa stroked her forehead and thought for a while:
"Let's talk about that time in Lordaeron, all the details, the causes and consequences."
One way to identify lies is to start with the details. Lying is like writing a novel against a wall. It is difficult to cover every detail. After all, human imagination is limited.
"Where to start?"
Wilton Barov rubbed his nose:
"You all know that our family was converted into a Scholomance Academy by the Cursed Sect. In fact, this is just a term for the outside world. Internally, we call this place: the Life and Diet Research Center of the Undead."
"After a person becomes an undead, he does not need to eat food. He only needs to bury himself in the ground with some moisture and sunlight to survive. Of course, it would be best if he could have meat to eat. Meat can directly enhance the power of the undead.
Unfortunately, in Lordaeron at that time, only orcs could eat meat. Later, research found that if the temperature and humidity were suitable, even sunlight could be omitted. In order to avoid taxes and corvees, the people of Lordaeron buried themselves deeper and deeper. Now,
Andorhal, find a place to dig down. If you're lucky, you can find layers of undead deep underground."
"Tell me the important point." Vanessa waved her hand and said impatiently.
Wilton took a deep breath: "I remember it was the 19th year of the Black Gate, or maybe the 20th year, I can't remember clearly. As the last decent living person of the Barov family, King Terenas called me