Medivh, in the language of the High Elves, means "the one who keeps secrets," and he harbors far too many secrets.
The Infinite Dragonflight Toki, now Gnome, placed a blue gem on a stand, and a mysterious magical device began to operate.
This is a Magic Gem that records sound. Blue light slowly surrounds it, carrying each note. After a burst of noisy noise, the sound gradually becomes clear.
"Nielas Aran, I know you're hiding here. You old dog, get out here!"
The woman's voice was shrill and piercing, as if she were on the verge of rage.
A series of magical whooshing sounds followed by the cracking of wood, and a large pile of debris clattered to the ground.
"My God, what am I seeing? The mighty Royal Mage of Stormwind City is cowering under his bed, trembling with fear. Well then, before I blast your exquisite villa to pieces, does Archmage Nielas Aran have something to say?"
"Hey, darling, long time no see, how have you been?" came the man's obsequious, ingratiating voice.
This was followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground violently, accompanied by the cracking of fragile bones. Robbie judged from the sound that the part that had been in close contact with the ground was the face, and that the nasal bone was probably broken.
After a series of pig-like screams
"My handsome face is ruined, can you leave me a few teeth?" the man pleaded, trembling.
"Don't worry, you know my methods. I'll fix it for you. A simple restoration spell will guarantee that your face will be perfectly intact the next time it hits the ground, not a single tooth will be missing. Until your face is smoother than a mirror, what do you have to repent for, Your Excellency, Royal Archmage?"
The woman seemed to be in a state of constant excitement, even her breathing carried Pride and haughtiness.
"I was wrong. I was so wrong. I shouldn't have hidden in the country villa when I learned you were coming to Stormwind City, I shouldn't have crawled under the bed, and I definitely shouldn't have called you 'darling.'"
"You should behave yourself and address me as Your Great Guardian. You need to know your place; you are merely a tool for me to reproduce, no different from a cold test tube. In my eyes, you are nothing but a lowly old dog."
"Woof, woof!"
"Oh my god, oh my god, Nielas Aran, please don't insult this loyal and adorable little dog! And, can you please not be on all fours? I command you, use your precious legs to support your body and stand up to talk to me."
"May I ask, Your Excellency the Guardian, what is it that has commanded you to grace my humble abode with your presence?"
The man's voice was low, obsequious, and tried his best to please.
"I'm here for Medivh." The woman's voice had finally become much more normal, but the Pride and haughtiness within it remained undiminished.
"Our child is doing very well. He even got a girlfriend the other day, oh, a country girl named Lisa. I guess I have to remind him that someone of our status must be mindful of his taste."
"Given your terrible taste, it seems necessary to remind you that Medivh is my child."
Another violent impact of faces hitting the ground followed, with the sounds of breaking noses and snapping teeth ringing out.
"Every time I meet you, I feel especially comfortable." After venting her anger, the woman's voice finally returned to normal, no longer so aloof and otherworldly, like Pride queen arriving in a small village.
"Has that been enough of a lesson for you, Nielas Aran?"
"That's enough, that's enough."
"If that's the case, you should tell me, my child Medivh, on whom I placed all my hopes, why do you show no magical talent whatsoever? You are clearly the most outstanding royal Mage of Kingdom of Stormwind!"
The man remained Anjing for a moment.
"Revered and great Guardian, you are the most powerful mage in a thousand years, possessing the most powerful magical talent humanity has ever had. Even if Medivh only inherits your great talent, his magical talent will still be at the pinnacle of humanity—no, second only to you."
What do you mean by that?
The woman remained silent for a while, presumably pondering, before speaking again in a shrill voice, "Wait, you only inherited my magical talent, which means you're a complete magical idiot? You bastard, where did your magic come from?"
"I am a nobleman." The man hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth, "When I was young, my father took me to Quel'Thalas and found a member of the Sunstrider family. It cost us a great deal."
"Damn it, this is truly unbelievable!"
The woman roared again in a fit of rage, accompanied by a violent magical howl and the sound of houses collapsing.
"Damn it! I thought it was long gone, but the treacherous Sunstrider family is still hiding it. I have to take action to shut some people up forever. You old dog, why didn't you say so sooner?"
"It all happened so suddenly. In fact, I was completely on the defensive, and there was no room for me to explain." The man's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
After a long Anjing, the woman burst into another ear-piercing laugh:
"Hahaha, you want me to submit? Azeroth, that's impossible. My son Medivh must become the new Guardian. Unfortunately, the Guardian's power is becoming increasingly unstable. Without magical talent, Medivh may not be able to inherit the Guardian's power. He needs a new power as a support, a perfect balance between the two."
"Now, it's your turn, Nielas Aran. You need to pay the price for your mistakes."
"My mistake? Fine, fine, I'll do as you say." The man resigned himself to his fate.
The woman's voice calmed down, but still carried an undeniable air of authority.
"I will leave a seed of magic within Medivh, which will erupt when the time is right. You will need to use your extensive network to gather all the mages and Priests you can find to infuse his body with magic, and you must secretly guide this power to open Portal to the Void."
"Where are you going to send our child, oh no, Medivh, somewhere?"
"Take a look at this card?"
"What is this? A VIP invitation to a court ball?"
"No, this is an acceptance letter from the Burning Legion Sargeras Void Academy. Long ago, I killed a Demons that resembled Sargeras, only to later find out I was mistaken. It was merely a messenger carrying an acceptance letter, a weak Deceiver tried to scare me away by impersonating Sargeras, but I easily defeated him. All glory and honor may vanish with the wind, only knowledge will not betray us. Medivh needs to learn to master Fel; only in this way can the power of the Guardians be balanced."
"Fel, oh no, you are the Guardian of Azeroth, your duty is to fight the Burning Legion."
"So this task must be done by you. By the way, while Medivh is away, you need to find a boy to replace him to avoid anyone discovering the secret. If you're worried about being exposed, have the boy pretend to be unconscious. A flawless plan. Now all you need to do is weave a lie. Strange, what's this? Someone's eavesdropping, and you're trying to escape?"
"My esteemed Guardian, you must catch up! Leave this old dog a few teeth!"