"Once Medivh is defeated, everything will be resolved."
"That's precisely the most difficult part," Chen Stormstout sighed regretfully.
"Two thousand seven hundred years ago, the Council of Tirisfal created the first Guardian, Alodi, a half-human, High Elf. Many mages concentrated their power on him alone; how exactly they did so remains a mystery. Perhaps Meryl Winterstorm knows something, but unfortunately, his relationship with the Guardian is much closer. You see, even Sargeras was no match for the Guardian; how can we mortals possibly contend with him?"
In a way, the Guardian is somewhat similar to the transmission of internal energy in martial arts novels, a sudden enlightenment.
Long ago, the mages of the Council of Tirisfal chose their most trusted person and infused him with power, granting him unimaginable strength that allowed him to easily defeat all invading Demons.
This person was revered as the Guardian by other mages.
The Guardians ' duty is to eliminate Demons that invade the Azeroth Continent. They live their entire lives in the shadows, fighting Demons to the death and silently protecting this world.
When the Guardian feels tired, weary, and sleepy, and wants to rest, it will select a few students, impart its knowledge to them, and then choose the next Guardian from among them, passing on its power to them.
Generations of Guardians have fallen to their eternal rest underground, leaving behind only the powerful strength of the protectors.
Unfortunately, the era is too ancient. How did the first Guardians come into being? How could the flesh and blood of living beings withstand such immense magical power, and how could they pass on this unparalleled power to the next generation of Guardians?
The ingenious creations of genius mages thousands of years ago have vanished into history with the passage of time, and the mystery behind this is probably known only to the Guardian himself.
If we could uncover the Guardians' secrets, perhaps we could find a way to defeat Medivh.
Robbie suddenly thought of someone: Weldon Barov, the ramblings of a drunkard.
Although Robbie later found Barov, he couldn't get any useful information out of him. The only thing that was certain was that Medivh had a weakness.
Later, Robbie let it go.
The main reason is that Weldon is somewhat unreliable. The ups and downs of life and too many hardships can easily cause memory problems. Everyone's brain can generate some false memories and believe them without question.
The matter was of utmost importance, Robbie had no choice but to grasp at this last straw. He hurriedly bid farewell to the Pandaren and went to find Weldon Barov.
Weldon lay prone at the site of the former nursery of the fortress, his rear end sticking out as he observed something.
"Weldon!" Robbie called out.
"Shh, look what I found!"
Weldon beamed with joy, gesturing wildly like a child.
"A Mana Wyrm from Quel'Thalas, I don't know which soldier in the fortress kept it as a pet, actually survived the Guardian's powerful spell, Robbie, it's simply a miracle of life."
"Weldon, come with me to see the commander," Robbie ordered.
Whether the unreliable Barov family descendant is lying or boasting, perhaps only Vanessa can tell the truth. Vanessa has the ability to distinguish lies.
"Am I getting a raise, Robbie?" Weldon followed behind Robbie, beaming. "Why aren't you saying anything? Did you get a promotion? Haha, I knew it! As long as you're alive, you'll have your day."
Robbie ignored Barov's daydreaming.
Inside the central command tent set up in the fortress, Vanessa, shouldering the responsibilities of a commander, issued one order after another with a tense expression. Her serious demeanor surprised Robbie and also made him feel a little heartbroken.
After listening Anjing for a while, Robbie's assessment of Vanessa was:
The thinking is clear and the efficiency is extremely high.
In particular, her powerful aura caused her subordinates to fall silent upon receiving her orders, as if they would be executed if they did not do their jobs seriously.
Robbie had to admit that Vanessa's abilities far surpassed his own as the acting commander.
Robbie, I need to talk to you.
Vanessa saw Weldon following behind Robbie, gave him a slight nod, and Weldon tactfully left to wait outside the tent.
Having dealt with the immediate matter and brought it to a temporary halt, Vanessa finally had a moment to drink some water.
"Two things: the side effects of White Maggot Meat have been found. Experiments at Ahn'Qiraj's maggot egg breeding base have shown that long-term consumption of White Maggot Meat increases shadow resistance in the body while significantly reducing natural resistance."
Robbie stroked his chin and said:
"So, the only way to easily kill Tirion Fordring is to find a Druid Mastery in nature magic?"
Vanessa smugly hummed, "The thief's poison is also a natural injury, Tirion Fordring is no longer a problem. Secondly, we've found a food alternative to the White Maggot Meat. Remember the dinner Yrel treated us to?"
"Draenei food?"
Robbie clearly remembered that it was dinner prepared by his sister Yrel. Yrel ate it with great relish, while Vanessa and Robbie found it hard to swallow.
"The Draenei have a habit of processing their food with Holy Light while consuming it."
Vanessa raised her eyebrows and chuckled softly:
"This process takes place while chewing. I tried it on some Draenei food, and after infusing it with Holy Light, it tasted exceptionally delicious, was far more effective than White Maggot Meat, and had no side effects."
Although they had discovered Tirion Fordring's weakness, found a food alternative to the White Maggot Meat, and had a way to become powerful, Robbie and Vanessa were not happy at all.
Tirion Fordring is powerful, but in front of the Guardians, he is still just a harmless little lamb.
"Commander, have you given up?" Robbie asked, looking at Vanessa's serious face.
Vanessa frowned slightly.
The tent was stuffy, the atmosphere oppressive and stifling, and Medivh's imposing presence made it hard to breathe.
Looking at the bustling crowd outside the tent, Vanessa said dejectedly:
"Medivh's power is far greater than I imagined. Even if I were to miraculously fuse with the Dark Star, I wouldn't be confident of defeating him. The future is too bleak; I'm no longer worried about it. Now, I just want to focus on the present."
"No, Commander, there's still a chance. Medivh might have a hidden weakness."
"Absolutely true," Weldon swore, "I truly witnessed Kel'Thuzad and Medivh battling, twice, once in Andorhal and once in the Lordaeron City. Kel'Thuzad won both times, but the Guardian Mastery teleportation, and Kel'Thuzad couldn't catch him."
Vanessa touched her forehead and thought for a while:
"Let's talk about the incident in Lordaeron. I'll recount all the details, the cause and effect, one by one."
One way to detect lies is to start with the details. Lying is like writing a novel in seclusion; it's difficult to cover every detail, since human imagination is limited.
Where should I begin?
Weldon Barov rubbed his nose:
"As you all know, our family was converted into Scholomance by the Cult of the Damned. But that's just how we present it to the outside world. Internally, we call it the 'Undead Life and Diet Research Center.'"
"After becoming Undead, people don't need to eat. They can survive simply by burying themselves in the ground, with a little water and sunlight. Of course, it would be best if they could eat meat, as meat can directly enhance the power of the Undead. Unfortunately, at that time in Lordaeron, only Orcs could afford meat. Later research found that with suitable temperature and humidity, even sunlight could be avoided. To escape taxes and corvée labor, the people of Lordaeron buried themselves deeper and deeper. Now, if you go to Andorhal, find a place to dig, and if you're lucky, you can find layers upon layers of Undead deep underground."
"Get to the point," Vanessa waved her hand impatiently.
Weldon took a deep breath. "I think it was the nineteenth or twentieth year of the Dark Portal, I can't quite remember. As the last respectable living member of the Barov Family, King Terenas summoned me for a reprimand."