July in the north is the hottest time of the year. The sun at noon hangs high in the sky and shines directly on the earth.
at this time.
Lothar left the prosperous royal capital of Lordaeron and took the land route all the way to Hillsbrad Hills, after staying in Dalaran for a few days.
He came to a manor near Dalaran.
In the drawing room.
Lothar stared at the table in front of her.
On the table, the small floral tablecloth has a natural and approachable feeling.
On the light-colored plain tablecloth, there are dots of soft-colored floral prints, and the warm atmosphere comes quietly.
Compared to the brightness and elegance of Lordaeron and the mysterious luxury of Dalaran, the decoration of this small living room is just an ordinary pastoral style.
Lothar liked it here better.
Because this is a bit similar to the pragmatism of the Kingdom of Stormwind. The citizens of the Kingdom of Stormwind, who work hard to open up the wilderness, never like to waste their efforts on such things.
In Stormwind City, which is surrounded by enemies, even the nobles are pragmatic nobles.
The owner here has a noble status and has a strong influence in the real Braid Hills and Dalaran.
I didn't expect that her vacation manor would be so simple and plain.
After staring at the tablecloth for a while.
The owner here did not keep Anduin Lothar waiting for long.
She appeared in the living room.
"Sorry. I just came back from Gilneas and was resting. I heard that there are distinguished guests coming to visit."
A clear and white face appeared in front of Lothar's eyes, with a dignified smile. The sunlight coming through the window sill shone in her clear eyes, making her look like a two-point star.
"You are Sir Anduin Lothar, right? A guest from the Kingdom of Stormwind in the south."
"Ah?! Hello!" Lothar quickly stood up.
He had heard that this Dharma Master was very young, but he did not expect that she was so young and so beautiful.
"I am Anduin Lothar, from the Kingdom of Stormwind. On behalf of King Llane Wrynn, I am here to visit Lord Modra Aztek... you..."
"I am Modera."
Modera looked at Lothar in front of her and said softly: "Why did you come to see me?"
"Are you really Master Modera?! You look so young!!" Lothar said sincerely.
"Did you come all the way because of my age?" Modera asked him.
Although her tone was calm, the context was not polite at all. Compared with the various noble ladies Lothar met in Lordaeron and Dalaran during this period, they were completely different.
"No, no, no." Lothar said quickly, he realized her identity, a master, a Kirin Tor master. She could not be compared with those noble ladies.
"I come here on behalf of my king. My king would like to know where the information you warned all countries came from? Is it really true? Are there really alien monsters that have invaded our world?"
Lothar hurriedly revealed the purpose of his trip - Medivh and Lion were in the distant kingdom, and asked him to come over to find Master Modra to determine whether the barbarian invasion was true or false.
"Everything I said is true."
Modera said calmly.
"But it seems like no one believes it," she said.
"No, at least my king seems to believe it." Lothar said quickly again, although he didn't quite believe it himself.
"I only have one sentence."
Modera said to Lothar.
"Everything I said is true. If we don't prepare, humans will regret it one day."
Lothar looked at her.
He was speechless.
This young master, she looks very serious.
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When best friends search for the "truth" in the north.
Medivh in the South.
I have encountered something very troubling recently.
Two to be exact.
One of them was trivial, just a little annoying to him.
Another thing has prevented him from falling asleep at night recently.
The first thing that happened was that King Ryan looked at him strangely recently.
Whenever Medivh was close to some priests, mages, and knights, the king would cast a probing gaze, as if he wanted to know what he would do with these people.
Please note, these people are all men.
His Majesty the King behaved a bit obviously.
It was so obvious that Medivh couldn't help but use holy light and arcane magic to examine His Majesty, fearing that he was controlled by some evil spell.
The result of the examination showed that everything is normal with His Majesty the King.
This is a small thing.
Another thing that really bothered him.
Ever since he returned from the Endless Sea, a woman's voice has been echoing in his mind.
The woman asked him to go to a place northeast of the Kingdom of Stormwind, where she would wait for him.
Medivh refused.
He doesn't want to leave Stormwind Kingdom now.
The people here love him, and the king here is one of his best friends. Here is his favorite Alvin wine, and here is his favorite Alvin pork.
But the voice became more and more obvious and anxious. She sounded eager for Medivh to go where she wanted him to go.
Medivh has been resisting.
But this resistance is getting weaker and weaker.
Cathedral of Holy Light.
As one of the monks here, he is also a close friend of the king and a guardian who once protected the country.
Medivh has a very high status here.
But there was another monk. He didn't do anything sensational, and he didn't have any outstanding connections.
Just relying on his daily routine and the Holy Light's attachment to him, he even has a higher status than Medivh in the Holy Light Cathedral in Stormwind City.
His name is Alonsus.
He also has another identity. This Holy Light Priest is Medivh's leader on the journey of Holy Light.
It was he who gave Medivh enlightenment and guidance when he was confused in his life when he woke up from a coma.
So when Medivh was troubled by the voice in his heart, he came to the cathedral and asked Bishop Alonsos for advice.
At dusk.
There was no one in the cathedral.
This is the time to prepare dinner, and believers and people generally do not come now.
The church is spacious enough to accommodate thousands of people singing sacred hymns together.
At this moment, except for a few trainee priests who were cleaning, there were only Medivh, Alonsos and a young man not far away who was reading the Word of Holy Light.
The young man was a student of Alonsus, his name was Benedictus, and he was once the son of an ordinary farmer in the fertile fields of the west.
He is now a trainee priest at the Cathedral of the Holy Light in Stormwind City.
"So it's the voice in your heart that's bothering you. Right, Medivh?" After listening to Medivh's troubles, Alonsos smiled gently on his face.
"Yes." Medivh nodded.
He didn't even tell King Ryan about this matter, because he was worried that His Majesty the King would be worried about him.
Bishop Alonsos is young, but he understands what Medivh is thinking.
