"You are a worthy opponent."
Medivh's gaze shifted from Frostmourne back to Robbie: "I must admit, you've caused me quite a bit of trouble. As a mortal, you've accomplished something to be proud of."
"As if you won."
Robbie smiled slightly, calmly looking at Medivh and his mother. The once-glorious Guardian Aegwynn, and the wise current Guardian Medivh —clearly, neither were madmen; they were acting rationally.
"I truly cannot understand. With such illustrious status, residing at the very top of Azeroth's population, bearing the heavy responsibility of protecting countless lives, and having obtained all the glory and power in the world, what more could you possibly want? Why would you stoop to such a state?"
"All worldly glory and power, fallen?"
Medivh repeated Robbie's words, a bitter smile on his face, and shook his head, saying:
"You understand nothing, human. What you see is only a facade, what you know is only a false history." Medivh turned to look at the former Guardian: "Mother, may I speak?"
Aegwynn seemed lost in thought, her mind wandering, before finally answering Medivh's question:
"Don't waste too much time, okay? Go do what you think is right."
With his mother's approval, Medivh's eyes became unfathomable, a mixture of ice and fire on his face:
"There is no predetermined nobility in this world. All glory and honor must be earned by you personally. Strive for it at all costs, be prepared at all times, and seize fleeting opportunities. You probably don't know, but my respected mother, Magna Aegwynn, almost became the last Guardian of Azeroth?"
How could Aegwynn, hailed as the most powerful mage in human history, become the Last Guardian? What does this mean? Robbie was somewhat confused.
"The Spellstealer Wyrm was first discovered by the High Elves. To be precise, it is an ancient secret of the Sunstrider family. The long lifespan of the Elf race results in a slow reproduction rate, with only one magical genius capable of influencing the world appearing every few hundred years. In contrast, we humans, due to our reproductive advantage, can give birth to a super magical genius every ten years or so."
"Unfortunately, humanity's disadvantages are equally obvious: their lifespan is too short. Even a powerful mage can only protect humanity for a few decades. In that era, all the mages with high magical power were willing to swallow an egg of Spellstealer Wyrm before they grew old and frail and their magic weakened. When the Spellstealer Wyrm hatched, it would become the power of the Guardian."
"The Guardians ' power wasn't achieved overnight, as history records, but rather through the accumulated Consecration of generations of mages, growing stronger with each passing year. The Guardians ' power comes from the people, so Guardian fight to protect all living beings. Unfortunately, I don't know when it started, perhaps as Dalaran gradually gained control of magic, and everything changed."
Medivh looked up at Robbie, his expression one of terrifying rage, as if possessed by Demons.
"The secret of the Guardians gradually became known, becoming an open secret among mages. More and more ambitious individuals were cultivating Spellstealer Wyrm. Older mages no longer left their mana to the Guardians, but instead to their relatives, apprentices, or to sell for a good price. Nobles even set their sights on those newly promoted outstanding disciples, using Spellstealer Wyrm to secretly steal their talents, just like Jaina did."
"The Guardians are engaged in a desperate battle against the Demons invading Azeroth, repeatedly teetering on the brink of death. They ask for nothing in return, yet their source of power has been severed. Spellstealer Wyrm are not immortal; they live for less than a thousand years. They too fall ill, age, and perish in battle."
Medivh's mockery grew increasingly pronounced, almost manic as he recounted his painful past:
"These damned nobles, schemers, hypocrites—they didn't acquire magic to fight Demons, but merely to gain attention at balls, become the center of attention, and attract beautiful maidens. They don't care about the destruction of Azeroth; they squander the world's most powerful force amidst debauchery, beneath the high breasts of noblewomen and the hems of young girls' skirts."
"Skavyn was the Guardian before my mother. The Guardians ' power was gradually weakening, and they were no longer able to stop the Burning Legion's invasion. He desperately wanted to change this situation and hoped that the power of magic could be used rationally. He traveled everywhere, lobbying the world's top Archmages and pleading with the rulers of Dalaran. Unfortunately, without exception, they were all beneficiaries of the Spellstealer Wyrm, and naturally they wouldn't pay any attention to the pitiful Guardian, only receiving countless scornful looks and ridicule."
"They mocked Skavyn for his alarmist talk, ridiculed this insignificant Guardian, and even denied the existence of the Burning Legion. Robbie, tell me, is such a human even worth protecting?"
"This!"
Robbie knew that there was a reason for the birth of all Evil in the world, and that the ripening of an extremely evil fruit often required an Evil land.
"I don't know," was the only answer Robbie could give.
"Heh!" Medivh laughed.
"That's right, I don't know, that's the correct answer. Skavyn gave up, he became disheartened. He painstakingly trained five apprentices, hoping that the Guardian could continue, even if it was just a title without substance. Unfortunately, even Skavyn's apprentices were merely using the Guardian's name to add some prestige to themselves. No one was willing to inherit the position of Guardian, except for my mother, Aegwynn."
"Now it's my turn to speak."
The words of the former Guardian, Aegwynn, carried an unusual charm; his authoritative voice unconsciously seeped into his mind.
"I am the only girl among the five apprentices, and also the least favored. But my mentor had no choice. After obtaining the power of the Guardian, my magic power is only one-tenth of that of the first Guardian, which is equivalent to a slightly more powerful Archmage. The Spellstealer Wyrm I inherited are all old, weak, and frail. In less than ten years, my power will decline to the level of an ordinary Dalaran Mages."
"At that time, Azeroth was already riddled with holes, and the Demons invasions were becoming more and more frequent. Fortunately, my passion to protect Azeroth had not been extinguished. In one life-or-death battle after another, I felt more and more that my power was insufficient. In order to protect Azeroth, I had to make a dangerous attempt."
Aegwynn's turquoise eyes were fixed on Robbie:
"Young humans, guess what I've done?"
Robbie sighed. He already knew the answer; all he needed to do was think about Medivh's Fel powers.
"You stole the power of the Demons," Robbie said.
In the Azeroth Continent, being associated with Demons power is almost synonymous with corruption.
Aegwynn smiled and nodded:
"That's right, Demons are almost all magical geniuses, their talent comparable to the most powerful Archmages of today! I risked implanting the eggs of Spellstealer Wyrm into their bodies. To be honest, it was very difficult to do; many mages tried and failed. Fortunately, I was lucky and succeeded unexpectedly after dozens of attempts. I hunted Demons and stole their power, and in this way, I grew at a terrifying speed into the most powerful Guardian in the history of Azeroth."
"Through frequent encounters with Demons, I gradually realized that Guardian in the past had made mistakes."