Medivh stood on the tower of the Cathedral of Holy Light, looking at a tall statue in the distance.
The statue is not finished yet.
It may take another two or three years to complete.
This is a statue ordered by His Majesty Lion, based on the guardian of the Kingdom of Stormwind, to commemorate the guardian's great contribution to the kingdom.
In response to this, everyone in the kingdom, from the big nobles to the small farmers.
No one objected.
Everyone agreed to the erection of this statue, because without this guardian, Stormwind City would have been abandoned a year ago.
This statue has various honorable titles:
The guardian of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the left hand of His Majesty the King, the Dawn Light of Alvin, the chief court mage...
That's right.
Medivh on the tower of the Cathedral of Holy Light is the original statue of this statue.
At this moment, I am looking in the direction of the statue, my brows are furrowed, and I don't seem to be in a very good mood.
suddenly.
There was a sound of footsteps behind him.
Snapped!
The visitor gently patted Medivh on the shoulder.
"Hey! What are you looking at? Mad."
“Look at your own statue??”
"Ha! Well, well, great guardian. The people of the whole kingdom are chanting your name!"
"Of course, you deserve all this! Ryan and I have never doubted it!!"
"But I need your help now! Can you stop looking at the statue for now? Don't worry, the Masons' Union will fix it!"
"The Van Cleef family has been the best stonemason for generations, you have to believe in their craftsmanship!!"
"..."
A barrage of words.
From the king's right hand, words came out continuously from Sir Lothar's mouth.
Sir Lothar, who was already known as a calm lion, would only behave like this in front of his two best friends.
Medivh smiled bitterly.
"Anduin. I'm not looking at my statue. The direction I'm looking at is behind my statue."
"Behind the statue?" Lothar was confused. "Is that the pier over there? What are you looking at at the pier?"
"I'm not looking at the pier." Maddie wanted to explain patiently.
Then he remembered that his friend not only had no talent for mystery, but also had no interest in it.
Just keep it short.
"I'm looking farther away in the direction of the dock. That is, in the direction of the sea, the endless sea."
"Why look at the sea?"
"Huh... I don't know why. I just have a feeling in my heart that something very bad for this world is happening right now."
"Mysterious..."
"Okay, Mad." Lothar muttered for a moment, then said in a brisk tone. "Don't you know how to teleport and fly? If you think there is a problem there, just teleport or fly over and have a look and you will know?!
But before that, you have to do me a favor!!"
"Say it."
"This guy Ryan. He wants me to be an ambassador to Lordaeron in the north. Menethil II of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, his queen gave birth to a princess."
"She's just a princess. She definitely can't become a crown prince. But for some reason, the king invited all the countries to see the ceremony."
"Ryan himself doesn't want to go, and he is indeed not suitable to go. But if he insists on my going, he can gain the respect of Menethil II and other human kingdoms!!"
"I can't help it. I lost to him in the bet the day before yesterday. If I'm willing to admit defeat, I have no choice but to go."
"Well..." Medivh nodded. "I've heard about this. But Ryan also told me another thing. Something related to you."
"What's the matter?" Lothar asked suspiciously.
"Haha." Medivh didn't say anything, he chuckled. "You are looking for me because you want me to help you open the portal, right? You don't want to rush there yourself?"
"That's right!"
…
…
In the sandpit.
Tonatiu looked at the miserable looking Draenei woman on the ground.
This is the information about the Draenei female in Tonatiu's retina that was perfused with the power of the system.
"Yrel? Is it that Yrel?" The Troll King muttered to himself in surprise.
He could feel that the draenei female was still alive, her plump chest was still rising and falling, and her small nostrils were still breathing in and out.
Although he looked miserable and was covered in sand, he had no external injuries.
It looked like he was knocked unconscious. It was most likely that he was thrown out of the spacecraft when the spacecraft fell.
Fortunately, the place where the draenei fell was a sand dune.
Compared with stiff soil, soft sand dunes are obviously better at absorbing kinetic energy, so the injuries suffered when falling are not that serious.
Tonatiu's big hands were almost as big as her little face.
He patted her face lightly a few times, "Are you okay? How are you? Madam, do you need my help?"
The tasks of the system are tasks.
Even though I know who they are, I will still help the Draenei.
But if you show that you know them thoroughly as soon as you come up, this group of Draenei, who have been hunted for who knows how long in the universe, will most likely have doubts in their hearts.
It's better to come up and act like we don't know each other, this will make the initial approach easier.
Natiu also wanted to treat Yirel who was in a coma.
However, Grandet's system limits his healing magic to only his followers.
To put it simply, the system will not generously rescue individuals who cannot generate faith value for them.
Therefore, Tonatiu can only use skills such as holy healing on his own believers, and believers who have been recognized by the system as having generated the power of faith must be considered certified believers.
Now he can only use physical means to wake her up and slap her in the face to harass her.
I don't know if this Yirel is actually Pieriel. It seems that her injuries are not serious, after Tonatiu did this for a while.
She opened her eyes.
They are a pair of beautiful, big eyes that emit blue light.
Tonatius saw her beautiful blue lightbulb-like eyes widen in horror after seeing him.
"Sorantros, zekil, zekulrakal,!! azgala, karen!!" She turned over, whining in a language Tonatiu couldn't understand, and quickly retreated, looking embarrassed and pitiful.
By the way, Tonatiu was covered in sand.
"Gan!!" He couldn't help shouting.
It's in Chinese.
Obviously, there is a language barrier between me and the Draenei!
The draenei should speak Draenei, a language derived from the original Eredar language.
Demonic language is also modified from the original Eredar language, but it seems that it is now difficult to communicate between the two.
Just when I was thinking about what to do.
Suddenly, Tonatius and Yrel couldn't help but look at the huge spaceship inserted into the sand.
There, at this moment, there was an aura that made people feel palpitated.
