Robbie and Vanessa both looked puzzled upon reading this!
The woman had already accepted his marriage proposal, so why was Medivh heartbroken?
"Witch, damn Witch Star."
"Aixisi confessed to me that her Witch Clan changes gender with each tide. According to the timeline of Azeroth, a tide lasts about twelve years. That is to say, Aixisi was born a man, and is currently in the second tide, so she has become a woman. When the third tide arrives, she will become a man again, and the cycle will repeat itself."
She said he didn't care, that our love could conquer all, but I couldn't accept it.
Robbie and Vanessa exchanged glances. Dating an alien meant overcoming not only differences in habits and customs, but also unexpected physiological challenges, such as gender reassignment. Medivh was clearly at a loss.
"The separation from Aixisi left me heartbroken. She left in sorrow, and I couldn't follow her. Life's twists and turns are so helpless. Just like my hesitation: should I save Azeroth, or be selfish and enjoy the great glory of Guardian? Perhaps it's not such a difficult choice."
"First of all, I can't do it. I can't let the Night Elf race doubt Elune, and I can't overthrow the royal lineage of the human kingdoms. My mother once conducted an experiment; she taught farmers a new planting method that could greatly increase crop yields and save a lot of tedious labor. It only required simple magical skills that anyone could learn. But the farmers refused. They would rather watch their children go hungry than abandon their ancestral traditions."
"My mother threatened the farmers with her life, thinking it would gradually make them accept it, but more than a decade later, those farmers reverted to their primitive farming methods—a kind of ignorance we cannot comprehend. The creatures of Azeroth are full of cunning minds, but they lack any spirit of skepticism. They are just a group of backward natives; do not place your hopes on these pathetic creatures."
"Without a spirit of skepticism, there is no progress. I have a friend, the worst student in the class, named Alpha. I have witnessed his efforts for his planet time and time again. Countless times he has been battered and bruised. His advanced thinking and his spirit of skepticism have become the subject of ridicule among his people, who regard him as a madman. He was even mocked by the backward and ignorant natives. These repeated blows finally made him completely lose confidence."
"I will not waste my energy on Azeroth. The weak are vulnerable to attack, and the ignorant are destined to be eliminated. The natives of Azeroth do not deserve my merciful help. I will treat them with the utmost cruelty, watching them suffer all kinds of pain and hardship, letting the endless war destroy all that is beautiful, and filling their lives with misery. And all of that is because of their own ignorance and stupidity; they have no one else to blame."
"Perhaps I will become a god. A great emperor's achievement requires the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives, but the birth of a god will turn the entire planet into a sea of fire. This is my lifelong ideal and pursuit."
The latter half of the Book of Medivh records his mastery of magic and his learning experiences, as well as a large amount of experimental research data, encompassing Medivh's life's work.
However, what is most shocking is the inner journey described in Medivh's Journal.
To be or not to be.
If you fall behind, you will be vulnerable to attack.
Strictly speaking, Azeroth has a long history of civilization, no shorter than that of the Burning Legion.
However, they were crushed by the Burning Legion, which can only be attributed to their own incompetence.
A person's insight often depends on their position. When Medivh stood at the height of the Burning Legion, he saw the problems of Azeroth.
Based on Robbie's two lifetimes of experience, Medivh's choice cannot be said to be entirely wrong. Ignorance and backward thinking are very difficult to change, and are more terrifying than the seduction of the Old Gods.
The Old Gods granted power, but also drove people to madness. Who can guarantee that madness is always right?
To the backward natives, Medivh and Alpha were nothing but a bunch of lunatics.
Especially deities who can perform miracles, like Elune —who could doubt her!
The Night Elf race will not change, nor will humanity; the only hope for Redemption is utter annihilation.
Saving one person is easy, but saving an entire race, or even a planet, is a despairing and helpless task. After reading Medivh's Journal, Robbie was overwhelmed with emotion, and the joy of obtaining the Book of Medivh was somewhat overshadowed.
Robbie was unaware of Vanessa's thoughts; the two remained silent, gazing in the direction of Karazhan.
From the banquet hall, we slowly walked to the Opera House.
Sylvanas's Undead Domain has amassed hundreds of thousands of ghosts, like a vast ocean; it is a true Scourge.
Tens of thousands of Banshees surrounded Sylvanas, emitting terrifying howls. Wherever they went, walls collapsed and doors and windows turned to dust, leaving only a few sturdy stone pillars that stubbornly held on.
The Scourge rampages, destroying everything in Karazhan.
The magnificent furnishings, the exquisite and ancient artworks, and even the casually hanging paintings on the walls are priceless treasures. A simple vase has the name of an artist from a hundred years ago engraved on its bottom.
This is a temple of art, where a small number of works of art have been preserved in this era of war, recording the history of civilization in Azeroth.
Unfortunately, all of this decayed little by little under the Scourge's destruction, eventually turning into dust.
Gul'dan trembled, Duke Alpha looked desperate, Prince Malchezaar wore a sorrowful expression, and none of the generals in Karazhan dared to approach Sylvanas. Faced with this terrifying power, everyone had already begun to consider retreating.
"Leaving here is such a pity. Karazhan's Wealth accumulated over thousands of years—if only we had moved some of it out!" Duke Alpha lamented, beating his chest in regret.
"Sylvanas is too powerful right now. Retreating is for a future counterattack, and there's nothing shameful about it," Prince Malchezaar chimed in naturally.
"In that case, let's temporarily evacuate Karazhan." Gul'dan looked unwillingly at the terrifying Undead Domain, facing the collapsing Karazhan, and was about to give the order to retreat.
A stone pillar collapsed due to decay, and at its top, a secret room that had been supported suddenly shattered into pieces. As the light dissipated, a cloud of gray liquid fell from the sky.
Sylvanas didn't care. Karazhan was full of strange and dangerous things, but her Undead Legion consisted of ghosts and Banshees, which had no physical form and were immune to physical attacks. The collapse of Karazhan would not harm the ghosts.
However, the gray liquid dispersed like mist, almost instantly enveloping the entire Karazhan.
"A bunch of useless trash. In that case, I'll protect Karazhan."
A mysterious voice echoed in everyone's ears. The generals of Karazhan were dumbfounded. Gul'dan realized that the space here had been sealed off and they could not teleport out.
The invincible Sylvanas finally stopped in her tracks. Time stood still, and all the fallen objects, collapsed walls, tilted tables and chairs, and even a quill pen in front of her were suspended in mid-air.
Then, time began to flow backward. The collapsed stone pillars slowly returned to their original positions, the broken walls returned to their original state, countless wood chips glued together and reassembled into tables and chairs, the shattered vases were pieced together and returned to the tables, and famous paintings were once again hung on the walls, without a speck of dust in sight.
Sylvanas found herself going backward; everything she had done was going backward.
"This is the power of time; time has affected the area of Karazhan, and everything is returning to normal."
Gul'dan and Prince Malchezaar were both astonished, having never seen such miraculous power before. The once invincible Sylvanas was completely powerless to resist.
Only Duke Alpha remained, his face pale. "It's over, it's over, we're all going to become prisoners of time."
Gul'dan was startled and hurriedly asked, "What is a prisoner of time?"
Duke Alpha, sweating profusely, answered nervously:
"Before it affects us, let me explain. That black mist is called the Time Vortex. It can manipulate time to reverse, allowing Karazhan to revert to the time before Sylvanas's attack."
"Such amazing power, isn't this wonderful?" Prince Malchezaar revealed a look of delight. The laws of time are one of the most difficult subjects, and even within the Burning Legion, the study of time is kept secret.
Duke Alpha shook his head, his face ashen.
"It's not that simple. The Time Vortex was Experiment Subject No. 001, the most dangerous one, who willingly allowed Medivh to seal it away. It can freeze time in a certain area, making Karazhan unchanging forever. We are its prisoners, unable to escape. If there are outsiders, they will affect Karazhan, perhaps defeating us, perhaps being defeated by us, but it's meaningless. After a while, we'll return to the starting point. The outsiders will also become one of us, trapped in the time vortex, unable to extricate themselves."
"No, no, this can't be!" Gul'dan was unwilling to accept this. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "We must unite and escape this cage!"
Duke Alpha gave a bitter laugh, "It's too late. Once Experiment Subject No. 001 appears, he will first imprison the space here, and then slowly establish a solidified time origin. With our power, we cannot break his spatial imprisonment."
Among the generals of Karazhan, few have a deep understanding of spacetime, and Gul'dan, despite his unreliability, is already the most powerful.
In contrast, High Archmage Antonidas, who was outside Karazhan, far surpassed Gul'dan in his mastery of spatial manipulation. When he sensed the change in Karazhan's spatial arrangement, he hesitated for a moment.
If Sylvanas is trapped in Karazhan, I might be able to take her place.
Although Antonidas was High Archmage, he was unfortunately severely lacking in Necromancy and necromancy, making him unable to lead the Forsaken of Undercity. And then there was the terrifying presence standing behind Sylvanas.
Antonidas had no choice but to take action and do everything in his power to rescue Sylvanas.
Unfortunately, he failed. Experiment Subject No. 001's spatial confinement was flawless and without any weaknesses.
Antonidas did his best, but he could only awaken Sylvanas's consciousness and make her realize that time was going backward.
Sylvanas struggled fiercely, and terrifying Power of the Dead erupted from the possessed young man's body.
This had some effect; the rewinding of time stopped slightly, freezing for a few seconds, but unfortunately, that was all it had.
Antonidas was in despair. He could only retreat cautiously, making sure he wouldn't be caught in the time vortex. The generals of Karazhan were also in a moment of silence, waiting for the arrival of eternal peace.
A straight beam of moonlight descended from the sky, piercing through the mist that shrouded Karazhan, shining through the slowly repaired roof, and directly onto the young man possessed by Sylvanas.
Sylvanas let out a scream, transformed into her Banshee form, and soared into the sky along the white beam of light.
This pillar of light was the only hope for escape, Karazhan rushed towards it. Unfortunately, after Sylvanas escaped, the pillar of light disappeared, and the power of the time vortex once again enveloped Karazhan.
Sylvanas flew to Antonidas. In her attempt to escape Karazhan, she had exhausted all her power, her physical body turning to dust, and even her remaining soul form was somewhat unstable.
"Retreat immediately."
Sylvanas crawled into a coffin, the spare body she had prepared for herself.
Moments later, Karazhan into eternal Tranquility. The collapsed buildings were all restored to their original state, as if nothing had happened. This mage tower shrouded in mist became a place of eternal peace, growing ever more bizarre and mysterious.
Not far from Karazhan, in the Ogre's encampment, in a junkyard where bones are buried.
An inconspicuous Ghoul carefully crawled out from underground, gazing at Karazhan under the moonlight, its eyes flashing with an eerie red light, revealing Evil and smug smile.