At Northshire Abbey, three young men sprawled on the ground, laughing uproariously.
"Medivh! Let's see if you'll dare peek at the nuns bathing again! Hahaha!"
Medivh looked furious. "Shut it, Lothar! You were more engrossed than I was!"
Llane looked at his two friends and burst out laughing.
Time flew by. Medivh had grown into a handsome young man. He had only two friends: Anduin Lothar and Llane Wrynn, prince of the Stormwind Kingdom.
Ever since he had learned to control his immense power, the priests of Northshire Abbey had stopped suppressing him. Yet Medivh still rarely left the place. Every so often, he would fall into a coma. No one knew why, and they could only attribute it to the power within him.
"By the way, I heard you'll be going to Karazhan soon to officially take up the position of Guardian?" Llane stopped his friends' horseplay and asked.
Medivh nodded. "That's right. I've more or less mastered the Guardian's power, and I fall into comas less and less often." Seeing the concern on his friends' faces, he smiled. "Don't worry. I'll bring plenty of servants. If anything happens to me, the butler Morose will notify you in time."
"I believe your trip may have to be postponed. In a while, the Divine Emissary of that legendary God of Magic among the Night Elves will be coming to Stormwind City. He's your mother's grandmaster! They say his power is unmatched..." Lothar suddenly remembered this and immediately told Medivh about it.
"My mother's grandmaster? I've heard of him. Even Mother deeply respects and fears him. She said he was more powerful than the Guardian."
"That's right, so stay here a little longer. You can go to Karazhan anytime. No need to rush, haha."
The Stormwind Kingdom had practically gone mad with joy lately. First, the Guardian of Tirisfal had settled in Stormwind City, and now an even more formidable figure was arriving.
The supreme elder of the Night Elves, an extension of the Mortal Will of the God of Magic, a legendary hero of the War of the Ancients, teacher of Merith Winterwind, scourge of Quel'Thalas, and eternal friend of Emperor Thoradin and Lordaeron.
When the Night Elf authorities sent Stormwind City that long string of titles, King Adamant of the Stormwind Kingdom felt as though a blessing had fallen from the heavens. Of course, he knew this fearsome figure with that endless list of honors inside out from countless biographies and historical records. Now this Divine Emissary had suddenly said he wanted to stay in Stormwind City for a while. It was more than he could have hoped for! Forget staying for a while—even if he wanted a fief and wished to become a noble of the Stormwind Kingdom, there would be no problem whatsoever.
You said the Divine Emissary belonged to the Night Elves?
Bullshit! Didn't you see that the Divine Emissary had always appeared in human form? What did that mean? It meant that the Divine Emissary acknowledged himself as one of humanity!
Besides, would you turn him away if it were you? What king would be stupid enough not to see the value in this?
Thus, Stormwind City began decorating the streets with lanterns and banners, making preparations well in advance. The reception would be on a scale far grander than the one for Guardian Aegwynn.
A month later, the Divine Emissary set foot on the soil of Stormwind City for the first time.
A massive portal opened. The first to step through were Suramar's savage spider knights. The Spellblades skillfully controlled the Arcane Spiders, arranging them in neat ranks as they stood silently. The only sound was the scraping of the spiders' mandibles.
Next came Suramar's Highborne mages. For this public appearance, these flamboyant fellows had dressed more extravagantly than the next. Compared to them, the human nobles looked like stable hands.
Only then did the Divine Emissary's carriage make its grand entrance: a massive centaur Arcane Golem formed entirely of purple arcane energy. Behind it, it pulled an incomparably luxurious carriage that looked as though it had been piled together from Magic Crystals.
Once everyone had arrived, the elven procession crossed the city gates and advanced into the city.
At Hero's Valley, King Adamant had already been waiting with his family and nobles. Prince Llane stood behind Father Emperor, curiously watching the Night Elf procession approach from afar. As for the Night Elves, he had only read about them in books: they were the beloved children of the gods, an ancient and powerful race that lived in Kalimdor and rarely set foot in the Eastern Kingdoms.
The enormous Arcane Golem came to a halt. Just then, the carriage door opened, and a young man stepped down. He wore black robes, with a giant runic disc floating behind his back and an ornate staff in his hand. Seeing this, King Adamant quickly walked over with the smile of an old friend on his face.
"Divine Emissary, I am Adamant, ruler of the Stormwind Kingdom. Welcome! Upon learning that you would be coming, our Stormwind Kingdom was deeply honored. The whole nation rejoiced!"
Hu Feng smiled faintly. He had heard too much polite flattery and empty praise in his previous life, so he felt nothing much about it now.
"His Majesty the King has personally come to receive me. I am greatly honored. Ah, this must be Prince Llane." Hu Feng looked at Llane, who had walked over behind the King, and gave him a friendly smile.
King Adamant was immediately delighted. He had not expected the Divine Emissary to know his son's name. Parents felt the same in any world—when he sensed that his child was valued, King Adamant's enthusiasm became far more sincere.
"Indeed. Though Prince Llane is still so young, his strength is already outstanding. I can also see the light of wisdom within you. You will become an excellent king in the future." Hu Feng did not see any light of wisdom at all. He was merely stating the history he knew.
But King Adamant did not see it that way. He knew the Divine Emissary's deeds like the back of his hand. Now that he had heard such lofty praise for his son, could Llane be a favored child of the gods? The old king grew happier the more he thought about it. In the end, he directly took Hu Feng's hand, wearing an expression as though he had found a long-lost blood brother.
"Medivh, what do you think?" On the gryphon platform, Lothar and Medivh watched the crowd below in Hero's Valley.
"Unfathomable... I inherited most of the Guardian's power, yet I still can't gauge his depths. That Divine Emissary is like a black hole. Even the slightest probe feels unimaginably terrifying." Light flickered in Medivh's eyes, and he seemed somewhat excited. "What puzzles me even more is that he seems not to exist in this world at all, as though there is only a mass of will and no physical body. How is that possible?"
Lothar shrugged. He was a warrior and knew nothing about magic, much less spiritual probing. "Maybe all divine messengers are like that. Who knows?"
"All divine messengers... impossible... No, wait, wait! Divine... Divine Emissary... will..." Medivh seemed to have discovered something. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
"What's wrong, Medivh? Don't tell me you've been scared stupid?" Lothar joked with his friend.
"I understand now... There was never any Divine Emissary. There never was!"
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