A conversation between Medivh's parents, which may also have been the last conversation between this strange couple.
According to the official history of Azeroth, when Medivh fourteen years old, the Guardian energy within him suddenly erupted, traversing interplanetary planes. It took the combined efforts of Nielas Aran and hundreds of mages Priests to suppress this energy eruption. Nielas Aran died from exhaustion as a result, and Medivh fell into a deep sleep that lasted for several years.
After hearing the information brought back by Experiment 008 at the cost of his life, Robbie and Vanessa both felt it was highly credible.
"The official historical record of Medivh contains significant inconsistencies."
Vanessa shook her head and analyzed seriously, "Medivh was only fourteen years old when his energy erupted, which proves that Aegwynn had already passed on the Guardian's power to Medivh before that. Even if a mage who has lived for a thousand years is completely out of his mind, he wouldn't do something so stupid."
Infinite Dragonflight Toki acknowledged this deduction and nodded, saying:
"Magic is a dangerous double-edged sword. It requires a vast amount of knowledge to wield. The power of the Guardians can be inherited, but magical knowledge cannot; it must be learned little by little. Unless Aegwynn wants to kill her own son, she would never pass on the power of the Guardians to Medivh before he learns to control magic. Can't a human who has lived for over a thousand years wait a few decades?"
Robbie understood. The power of the Guardians was like a nuclear bomb. No one could hand over the control of a nuclear bomb to a child, especially before the child had even learned how to launch one.
Historical records containing inconsistencies are likely fabricated lies.
Toki removed the blue crystal containing the memory of the voice and carefully put it away.
"Robbie, you are an old friend of ours. The Guardians are far too mysterious. On the advice of an old friend, you'd better not touch the taboo. If you want to use our machines to investigate the Guardians ' secrets, I regret to inform you that I refuse."
Robbie found a chair, sat down, and buried his head in his hands, lost in thought.
Medivh is protected by all of Azeroth, making him an invincible protagonist.
Toki is right; forbidden things should not be touched, and wise people should stay away from danger.
"Toki, I just want to see Kel'Thuzad and find out the Guardian's weakness. That should be fine, right?"
Toki shook his head:
"Unfortunately, any contact with the Guardians, even indirect, is a terrible taboo. I cannot stand by and watch you jump into the fire. The taboos of this world are not limited to the Guardians. For example, the rise of the Lich King Arthas was also a taboo, and all the experimental subjects who traveled through this Timeline disappeared."
Toki sighed, "Lord Murozond warned us that unless someone possesses that book appears, we should never investigate the truth behind the Lich King's rise."
"What book?" Robbie asked casually.
"A copy of the 'Holy Light Codex,' crafted by artisans commissioned by Arthas, is made with the most luxurious materials imaginable. The cover is made of Chromatic Dragon, the four corners are wrapped in Arcane Crystals, the spine is sewn with enchanted red thread, the ink is made of the Blood of Heroes, and the paper is made from the dismantled hide of the Beasts."
Robbie turned to look at Vanessa, Vanessa, as if prepared, naturally took out the "Holy Light Codex" from her bag and handed it to Toki.
Before his soul transmigrated into this body, the "Holy Light Codex," crafted from precious materials, was Robbie Capor's personal possession. How could a third-rate adventurer have acquired such a valuable treasure? Robbie had no recollection of it.
Toki carefully read through it, then shrugged and said, "So, this is all Destiny's arrangement?"
"Is there anything special about this book?" Robbie still remembered when Vanessa opened the hidden lock of the "Holy Light Codex" and countless golden Runes popped out.
"This is a token, a cycle of time, a precious memory," Toki said solemnly. "Take this book with you, and I can send you to the timeline of the Lich King's rise, to the location closest to Arthas."
"Twenty years since the Dark Portal?" Robbie murmured.
Twenty years Dark Portal, no year in the entire history of Warcraft has been more complex and intricate.
In that short year, Arthas first killed Kel'Thuzad, then massacred the city of Stratholme, then went to Northrend to find Frostmourne, returned to Lordaeron to kill his father and master, went north to Quel'Thalas to resurrect Kel'Thuzad, killed Windrunner Sylvanas and turned her into Banshee, attacked Dalaran, the holy land of mages, killed Archmage Antonidas, and summoned Archimonde.
This year was the most tragic year of Arthas's life, and also the most glorious year of the Lich King's life. After that, the Lich King began to decline until he was killed on the Frozen Throne.
"Two things." Toki held up two short fingers. "You must agree to help us, the Infinite Dragonflight, investigate two things before we'll lend you the machine."
"Aren't we friends?" Robbie felt a little awkward, but then he thought better of it; reciprocity and mutual benefit were only natural. "Okay, go ahead."
The little Gnome jumped to a higher position and looked down from above, saying:
"Assuming the Lich King's power comes solely from the Orcs Ner'zhul and the Runeblade Frostmourne, then the Dreadlord wouldn't have needed to go to such lengths to corrupt Arthas. If the Burning Legion only wanted a Lich King, anyone could have fulfilled the role. Our analysis suggests that Arthas possesses some kind of power that only he can wield Frostmourne."
"Okay, I'll do my best," Robbie, sounding a little unsure.
"The second thing is that you must see Frostmourne with your own eyes. This cursed Runeblade has a mysterious origin. A single Rune sword could not possibly resurrect thousands of messengers. We suspect that the Lich King's power has other sources."
"Well, that's all I can do," Robbie said, shrugging.
The little Gnome was satisfied, jumped off the platform, and called on his men to activate the time machine.
Vanessa tugged at Robbie's sleeve, and the two went to a corner to the side.
"You're going alone this time, so be careful. Don't just listen to the little Gnome," Vanessa said with concern. "If Kel'Thuzad is difficult to deal with, you can try approaching someone else, Jaina."
"Why Jaina?" Robbie, confused.
Vanessa's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. "Jaina's father and brothers didn't have any talent for magic, but she became a powerful mage. I once suspected that she was picked up by a navy admiral. Don't you think that's similar to the Guardians?"
"Lacking magical talent, he became a powerful mage."
In the lore of World of Warcraft, Jaina was closely associated with the Guardian Aegwynn.
"The second thing you need to be careful about is someone."
"Who?"
Vanessa's expression turned slightly serious, and she said in a low voice:
"Ever since our last visit to Tirion Fordring, I've had people keeping an eye on the Caverns of Time. The latest news Experiment 335 is also going to the Dark Portal for twenty years. It was a huge mistake of ours not to capture him last time."