"Lisa from Lakeshire?"
Robbie paused for a second, then thought to himself that he would definitely go back to Lakeshire to find out what was going on when he had the chance.
Yes, there is a chance, after all, it's not a particularly important matter.
Robbie and Vanessa are currently in the perilous Karazhan, while the young man controlled by Sylvanas is making his way deeper into Karazhan.
As the realm of the Undead gradually expands and more and more Restless Souls gather, the buildings in Karazhan are showing signs of instability, creaking and groaning under the weight of the weight, as if they could collapse at any moment.
Robbie and Vanessa dared not linger too long, as they did not have time to study the Book of Medivh.
The two retraced their steps and quickly escaped Karazhan, arriving at a nearby hill. They needed to see the outcome of the battle between the Forsaken and the Karazhan forces; it was crucial intelligence.
Once again, Robbie felt the gap between himself and Vanessa.
Vanessa emptied a large pile of items from the package and began to organize them carefully.
A pile of precious Magic Gems, dozens of spellbooks of various elements, a few rare and precious ancient documents passed down from antiquity, Medivh's experimental diary, and even a set of semi- Epic equipment.
Robbie sighed, rubbing his forehead. He had also ventured deep into Karazhan, but all he had obtained was the Book of Medivh.
Looking at Vanessa's haul, which consisted of just a few random items, the difference in her discerning eye and skill is truly disheartening.
In a relatively safe area, the two had ample time to study Medivh's Journal.
Upon opening the main text of Medivh's Journal, compared to the messy handwriting on the cover and in the table of contents, the handwriting in the main text was neat and elegant, without a single typo.
This Book of Medivh must be a magical artifact, like a laptop, and probably not written with a pen.
The neat and precise handwriting reveals Medivh's style, meaning that the Book of Medivh created a unique font based on Medivh's handwriting.
A very user-friendly magic book.
"Great, I'm not the worst in the class after all."
In the opening of Medivh's Journal, Medivh uttered this exclamation.
"My father said I had no magical talent and wasn't cut out to be Mage. My mother was worried that I would be bullied, so she comforted me, saying that in a new environment I must be patient, talk less and do more, learn and observe more, and not cause trouble."
"After entering Sargeras Void Academy, I was assigned to the Department of the Curse of Flesh. My classmates were all flesh and blood creatures. The neighboring departments seemed to be for elemental creations, pure energy beings, Constructs, ghost-like soul creatures, etc., or something like that."
"In this class, I am neither the strongest nor the smartest; my physical strength and intelligence are both average. Most of the children do not have magical talent. My only redeeming quality is cunning. Most of the children here are simple and honest, almost all of them single-minded."
"Our mentor said that what we need to learn is the Legion's way of thinking; knowledge and strength are secondary."
"Mindset, what's that? By the way, my mentor is a Fel Naaru."
"Strange, I didn't write in my diary. I remember feeling very tired after getting home last night, so I went straight to sleep. Could I have been sleepwalking? Damn it, these words can't be erased. I have to set a secret code for my diary."
"Eredun is so hard to learn! Considering that many spellbooks that record Fel are written in Eredun, I can only grit my teeth and bear it. The good news is that Fel doesn't require any special talent."
"They say that talent is actually a trick. Those powerful beings who control their own energy deliberately changed the rules of spellcasting and created obstacles to control the number of people using magic, thus giving rise to the concept of magical talent. That's right, those powerful beings include the Naaru and the Titans. They also slander Fel, which everyone can use, as Corruption."
"In fact, any living being in the world with intelligence can use Holy Light and Arcane. It's just that due to differences in intelligence, effort, and the ability to accept and understand, the power of magic will vary."
"Strange, why is the diary starting up again? What's even more frightening is that it contains all my thoughts and observations of the day, even my deepest, most hidden ideas. Have I lost my memory? No way, how could I, Medivh, the son of Guardian, do something as vulgar as writing in a diary every day?"
Looking back on the past few days, I have many feelings. It feels so good to reminisce about them occasionally.
"That witch named Aixisi is so beautiful."
"It turns out the diary was enchanted with a permanent magic called 'Intentionality.' Even if I forget to write in it, it can automatically record the important things I see and think each day, and even summarize and conclude them. This is really amazing. My mentor said it's our magic book, a friend for life."
"I beat out several rivals and successfully dated Aixisi. Among my many rivals were strong, intelligent, handsome, and wealthy, but unfortunately, none of them were cunning enough. I could see through their thoughts at a glance. It's because you don't live in a multi-race world like Azeroth."
"Teacher Aiqiwen is a Naaru with Fel energy. In most people's minds, Naaru should be a kind of Holy Light creature, but that's not the case. They are energy creatures, and can accept both Fel and Holy Light, but can only accept one of them."
According to Professor Aiqiwen, Sargeras' first choice to fight against the Void was the Holy Light, but the Naaru Legion refused to give up the right to use the Holy Light, so he had no choice but to choose the unpopular Fel.
Why Sargeras would relinquish the Arcane power of the Titans is another matter altogether.
"After 25,000 years of research, the Legion has developed considerable expertise in the use of Fel. This is the result of countless top geniuses and years of painstaking research. Understanding the experience of our predecessors is extremely difficult. My Fel course grades were terrible, among the worst. They say it's a difference in intelligence and comprehension, damn it."
"Our mentor told us that we must praise the Old Gods. Without Old Gods curses, there would be no flesh and blood beings like us. The Old Gods brought diverse civilizations to the universe. In contrast, the Titans' mechanical creations are too monotonous, limited in variety, difficult to reproduce, and easily break down, making them very unreliable."
"Our mentor also told us that to defeat an enemy, you must understand and respect him, just like pursuing someone you like. Oh! My Aixisi, you are so beautiful, I am completely captivated by you."
"Make bold assumptions, verify carefully, don't be superstitious, don't blindly follow, always maintain a skeptical mind, and never give up the pursuit and exploration of power and knowledge. That's roughly the idea. This is the way of thinking that the Burning Legion teaches us, with the aim of getting us back to our own worlds and spreading this idea."
"It seems like nothing; my mother did the same thing when she was researching magic, but..."
"Oh no, this is too difficult. I underestimated the inertia of history. Think about it, how can I make the Night Elf race doubt their goddess Elune? Perhaps Elune is a Naaru, an Old Gods, or some Evil being from the Void in disguise. Who knows? Anyway, no one has ever seen Elune's true face. Damn it, they'll kill me. In the hearts of the Night Elves, Elune is the only True God, and doubt is an unforgivable blasphemy."
"Yes, I can't change any of this. Let alone the Night Elf race who dominate Azeroth, even changing the beliefs of the Kobolds would be extremely difficult, even though they only worship slightly more powerful creatures like Mammoths and dragons."
"Aixisi, you are so gentle, your lips are as fragrant as roses."
"The Legion's invasion ten thousand years ago was not destruction; it was just that someone obscured the truth of history. Since then, the strongest power in Azeroth, the Night Elf race, has blindly believed in Elune, daring not to doubt or deny, just like monkeys in the forest, desperately maintaining ancient traditions and instinctively resisting change and progress."
"A certain civilized planet very close to Azeroth could easily destroy all surface life on Azeroth, and ten thousand years ago they were just curly-haired baboons. My God, what have the Night Elf race done? They are the sinners of Azeroth, complacent and only sleeping soundly in the Emerald Dream. But how can I change the world?"
"Follow your heart, our mentor has shown us another path: let the Legion destroy all civilizations, including the Old Gods, and then replant the seeds of civilization, so that they may be taught the right way of thinking from the very beginning."
"This is unreasonable. History class taught me that blind obedience and superstition have played a positive role in certain historical processes, but outdated things must be eliminated and should not be retained."
"Beautiful Aixisi, would you like to stay overnight in my room?"
"Praise be to the Old Gods, Aixisi, my most beautiful goddess, I will love you forever."
"The nourishment of love has enlightened me. Perhaps I can change humanity, gather the Elite among them, research powerful magic, and undergo the baptism of Fel energy, thereby defeating the Night Elf race and making them pay the price for their folly. Yes, those who fall behind will be eliminated; this is the cruelty of life, the selection of nature."
"Dalaran is a nation that studies magic. With just a little guidance, to help them accept Fel energy without prejudice, and to gather the Elite of humanity, my goal can be easily achieved. I am Guardian Medivh. I am overjoyed; I have found a way to save Azeroth."
"Aixisi, your tenderness captivates me; I can never leave you. Praise be to the Old Gods, for it was you who gave me this mortal body, allowing me to enjoy the beauty of life."
"In the library, I saw a book about a great Savior who achieved everything I hoped for, successfully destroying the Old Gods and saving his world. Unfortunately, his end was tragic. The cruelty of life, the selection of nature—yes, I'm not particularly smart among humans, and I'll be eliminated too. Something's not right."
"What should I do? I am the Guardian of the future, and I am unwilling to give up my god-like, high-ranking position. There's a saying that goes, 'Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox.'"
"I can't imagine life without Aixisi. I want to propose to her."
"I am not particularly outstanding; all I have is a noble birth and opportunities. If my way of thinking spreads, it won't be long before Azeroth is teeming with powerful individuals."
"I'm afraid I'm just an insignificant blade of grass among many others. What right do I have to possess a woman as outstanding as Aixisi? No, I can't do that. Life is selfish, and competition is cruel."
"On the darkest day of my life, I broke up with my boyfriend. Aixisi accepted my marriage proposal, but..."