welcome your arrival
Mar'gok and Kael'thas left.
These two bastards left behind a responsibility and burden that put Khadgar at a loss. When he returned to the room, Rhonin, who was lying on the bed and drank potion but couldn't sleep, immediately noticed his bad expression.
Rhonin coughed a few times, endured the pain, and joked:
"What's wrong with you? You look like you've bitten into an apple and found half a worm inside."
"Your metaphor is so disgusting, Rhonin."
Khadgar sighed and sat beside his friend's bed. He hesitated and whispered:
"Some nasty guy gave me a heavy yoke."
"Ah? What harsh and unacceptable demands did they give you?"
"Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter, Mar'gok and Kael'thas asked me to become Guardians of Tirisfal. They are two vicious assholes!"
"Cough cough cough"
Rhonin coughed violently. After a few seconds, he covered his chest and stared at Khadgar, saying:
"Are you sure these are heavy shackles? Why do I feel like you're taking advantage of me and being good? That's Guardians of Tirisfal! The whole Dalaran, no! The whole Eastern Continent is a beautiful thing that every caster can't even imagine in their wildest dreams.
Why do you see this as a burden?"
Khadgar has no answer.
He lowered his head and looked grim, as if he didn't intend to explain, but a moment later, Garona's voice sounded from the shadows of the room and said:
"Because this coward is scared."
Garona walked out of the shadows, holding a bottle of potion that shimmered in the dark in his hand, threw it to Rhonin, and motioned for him to drink it.
Then, the half-Orcs assassin leaned against the wall with her arms folded, and she said sarcastically:
"He stayed with the crazy Medivh and witnessed with his own eyes the experience of Medivh's doomsday. Although it cannot be generalized, Khadgar believed that the reason why Medivh ended up like that was precisely because the pressure of being a guardian drove him crazy.
At least part of the reason must be this.
This can be seen from the fact that Medivh deliberately led Green Skins Orcs to cause an invasion in Eastern Kingdoms. Medivh used the most extreme method to shape unity under the influence of the dark mind.
Although judging from the current situation of the Stormwind Kingdom, Medivh really made the right bet.
This kingdom gathered power that was unimaginable in the past in a very short period of time, and Anduin Lothar indeed embarked on the road to restoration according to Medivh's plan.
But is it really worth it?"
Garona shrugged.
Her eyes under the visor stared at the silent Khadgar. As Rhonin sighed, she said:
"No matter what others say, in Khadgar's heart, Medivh is a qualified mentor. He has become accustomed to acting according to Medivh's teachings, so he is afraid that he will become the second Medivh in the future.
He is afraid that he will make the same ruthless choice as Medivh when faced with a choice in the future, ruthlessly sacrificing innocent people for the sake of a grand goal."
"I'm not afraid, I actually do that in the future! I've seen with my own eyes how terrible I will be in the future."
Under the gazes of Rhonin and Garona, Khadgar finally spoke.
He said softly:
"Remember those Fate Rift? Rhonin, when I arrived at Karazhan on the first day, I saw it in the corridor, and I saw my future.
At that time, I had gray hair and held Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian in my hand.
The haggard Jaina·Proudmoore asked me to mobilize my strength to avenge the destroyed city "Theramore". The Green Skinss dropped a terrifying bomb that killed hundreds of thousands of humans in the city.
I'm supposed to protect them, but I don't.
After the disaster, as the guardian of mankind, I should avenge them, but I still didn't!
On the contrary, I persuaded Jaina in a hypocritical tone that makes me feel sick now, and persuaded her to consider the overall situation, to maintain the friendship with "Horde", and to not create more "war orphans".
I persuade Grand Magus, who just lost the city and its people, not to start another war.
Jaina denounced me as a "cold-blooded political monster".
I think I am too.
Now I can never imagine that in the future I will sit back and watch my own people being destroyed for the benefit of a group of aliens.
I don't know when that future will happen, but I know that that's what will happen after I inherit Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter. I can't hold that staff, Garona, and Rhonin.
I don't want to be that "cold-blooded monster."
"Wait!"
Rhonin's eyes widened.
He looked at Khadgar and said:
"I saw in Fate Rift that I would be turned into powder in the explosion of "Theramore". In other words, after I die miserably in the future, will you in the future refuse to avenge me in the name of "peace"?
How could you do this! Khadgar, have I offended you in any way?
It's a shame that I still consider you a friend."
Then, Rhonin belatedly remembered what happened in the past few days, and he curled his lips and said:
"No wonder you were so good to me after this meeting. I thought you planned to be my adoptive father. You gave me the magic book and helped me join the upper class circles. It turns out that the roots are here. Are you asking me Confession for your future self?"
"Yes, although I know those things have not happened yet, I still feel guilty for you."
Khadgar sighed and said:
"So, I can't accept Guardian's Holy Staff, I can't allow such a cold-blooded me to appear!"
"Okay, then I forgive you."
Rhonin waved his hand carelessly, like a father and son who are easy to talk to in the dormitory, but then he reminded:
"In this case, you should make it clear to Prince Kael'thas and Warlord Margok, lest people think you are ignorant of praise. This holy staff is not only related to their two families, but many people are watching it.
After all, it is Guardian's Holy Staff, one of the symbols of human civilization.
If you two really want to find a mage to inherit it, you can summon no less than a thousand volunteers in an instant."
"You two idiots!"
Garona, who was watching this scene, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
She strode forward, slapped Khadgar, and then turned around and slapped Rhonin on the face. The two grown men covered their faces in confusion and looked at the angry half-Orcs assassin. Their innocent faces had the abstract beauty of "Sister, hit me again."
They don't know why Garona is so angry.
"Destiny can be changed! The future is by no means static, especially you, Khadgar, you have followed my grandfather for so long and you still haven't realized this?"
Garona scolded:
"It's a shame if you see a cold-blooded version of yourself in the future! Vigilant knew when Draenor woke up that if he left the fate of the world unchecked, our hometown would sooner or later turn into a pile of broken earth floating in the universe.
If grandpa, like you two cowards, only dared to follow fate and let it beat him, then Draenor would have been finished long ago!
The fact is that Vigilant single-handedly carried the fate of Draenor with his own shoulders. He shattered the dark future with his own hands and brought light to the whole world.
Anyone who has heard the story of Vigilant should no longer blindly believe in fate!
But I saw two idiots who were clearly talented, but because of the troubles of fate, they were stuck in place like cowards and did not dare to act. This is why Vigilant can be respected by all people, but you two only deserve to hide here covering your eyes and crying.
Just like an incompetent bitch!"
The half-Orcs assassin became more and more angry as he talked, so he simply kicked Khadgar, then turned around and jumped into the shadows.
After she left, Rhonin stared at Khadgar and said:
"Hey, she seems angry. You really pissed her off. And they are right, Khadgar. I saw my fate of dying in Theramore in Fate Rift, but then my fate changed.
Right before my eyes!
I saw Miss Vereesa and I staying warmly by the fireplace, with her and me and her two lovely children next to us."
"You ride on the horse"
Khadgar suddenly stood up, glared at Rhonin, and scolded:
"Why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier! If your destiny has changed, then the future I am worried about will no longer exist."
"You didn't even ask."
The red-haired Rhonin said with an innocent face:
"Who is a good person who would tell other people the name of his future wife? Even if we are friends. So, will you accept Guardian's Holy Staff?"
"I will!"
Khadgar said:
"I want to go to Northern Borderlands to save people and teleport as many innocent people as possible back to the Stormwind Kingdom before the most terrifying demons land. To do this I need a lot of magic power.
But.
But I will not inherit the title of Guardians of Tirisfal. In fact, I think the title of "Guardian" should disappear when Medivh dies.
Over the years, Dalaran has done too many stupid things to get back this inheritance, and even I was a part of it.
I've had enough!
Since that thing can cause disaster, then everyone should stop using this name!
Starting from me, the power of the guardian will only be passed down secretly among the mystics, and becoming a guardian will be a heavy responsibility and no longer an honor respected by thousands of people.
That will only add unnecessary trouble.
Yes.
We cannot become Saint like Commander Diakum, but we can learn from him. Mages should not be burdened by power, and guardians should not be like this."
He turned around, facing the slap mark on his face, and said to Rhonin:
"There will be no more "Guardians of Tirisfal" in the future, everyone can become a guardian in the future!
I will learn all the lessons from the past, carefully select and train my successor, and do it all in the dark. Only when the empire is in crisis will the Holy Staff appear again."
"Cool! That's how it should be!"
Rhonin waved his fist, but the wound was so painful that he grimaced and said:
"If something brings countless benefits, then everyone is destined to want it; but if something has only endless responsibilities, then those who dare to bear it must be true heroes.
You are right, human mages should be more pure long ago."
"Stop talking and rest quickly. You look as ugly as if you are about to die."
Khadgar asked Rhonin to lie down quickly, and he said:
"I'm going to go find those two bastards and explain my thoughts right now. There's no need to do any inheritance ceremony. I'm not interested in fame and fortune anyway. I'll leave here after I get the holy staff tomorrow to save people at Northern Borderlands."
"Take me with you."
Rhonin said:
"A good friend wants to do something big. I don't have the talent, but I am willing to do my best."
"But won't you stay here and pursue your future wife?"
Khadgar joked:
"Miss Vereesa is right here, and I just saw a Wildhammer Dwarves giving her flowers."
"Hmph, what should be mine can't run away, and what shouldn't be mine I can't ask for."
Rhonin was quite open-minded, he waved his hand and said:
"Besides, how can I, a novice like me, dare to match up to this?
After all, I have to become Grand Magus to have the courage to pursue members of Windrunner family. Those are Quel'Thalas's thousand-year-old wealthy family. I can't even think of entering their house like this.
Let's practice with you for a few years first and then talk about it."
After the friend made an appointment, Khadgar left the room.
But a few minutes later, Rhonin heard the door being pushed open again. Rhonin, who had just drank the medicine prepared by the pharmacist Army of the Light and was a little drowsy, said without raising his head:
"What's wrong? Did you forget something?"
"I just came to see what the "great hero" who dares to face Deathwing is like in private. Facts have proved that although you are not exactly what you appear to be, you are still a decent man."
A hoarse voice sounded in the room with a hint of ridicule, making Rhonin jump up and endure the pain as he stood up. There was already a wand in his hand, but before he could lift it, it cracked and broke under the other party's magic power.
This scene shocked Rhonin.
Damn it, using pure magic power to explode the wand?
Is this the Weaver coming?
"The Weaver? If you really want to compare me with that big blue lizard, I will be very angry, red-haired Rhonin."
Aegwynn, who was wearing a crow hood, was leaning on Aluneth Staff, and while the noisy Arcane's staff kept shouting out, "You little noob, why don't you kneel down and greet Star Soul Spokesperson", she said to Rhonin:
"Khadgar should have told you that this battle is not just for selecting Guardians of Tirisfal. It is a trial. Unfortunately, with my full attention, very few people can pass the trial.
Alas, my son is right to worry about this world, Azeroth is now talented House of Plagues."
"Ah?"
Rhonin blinked and said:
"You mean, you think I passed the test? Isn't that right?
I've been playing tricks the whole time. My magic can't even defeat Shadow Council's elite Warlock. Of all the spellcasters who participated in the trial, I'm the worst."
"Strength? No, strength is the least important factor in what we do."
Aegwynn said casually:
"Star Soul Lord needs guards with a sincere heart. He never chooses warriors based on whether they have strength. Anyway, no one in this world can threaten Him with strength.
What the Lord mainly looks at is a person's background!
This characteristic that cannot be faked will only appear when a person encounters a crisis. For example, Vereesa·Windrunner, who was rescued three times by you, is also brave and fearless, but she will also waver when faced with the temptation of Dragon Soul.
Just Dragon Soul can make her shake
How could Star Soul Lord be reassured to hand over greater power to her with this kind of character?
Kael'thas is good, but his ugly appearance when Magic Addiction broke out made World Mother very disappointed. He therefore believed that before the elves completely dealt with Magic Addiction's problem, they were not suitable to master the real power."
"Dragon Soul."
Rhonin flicked his tongue and lamented:
"Only strong people like you and Vigilant are qualified to comment like this on this artifact that even the dragons fear. I don't think it's Vereesa's fault. I've also been shaken."
"Be able to face the fearful illusion of Deathwing without wavering. Your mind and background have been revealed."
Aegwynn raised her hand, and a Heart of Azeroth pendant made of rock floated and was delivered to Rhonin's eyes. She said:
"Our organization may relax the standards when recruiting warriors in the future, but I think since it's just the beginning, it's better to be strict.
Put it on, Rhonin.
Use this power carefully, and I will call on you when the world needs us."
Rhonin stretched out his hand and took the very exquisite pendant, although it was a stone, with a respectful gesture. He hesitated and asked:
"Does Khadgar have one? Doesn't he also meet the standards?"
"We don't want him to be a coward who didn't even dare to resist his fate." Salvation Army "It's not a trash can. It's impossible to put everything in it."
Aegwynn said very venomously:
"But he is a bit interesting now. I will continue to observe him. Okay, it's time for you to wake up. Watch your mouth. If you dare to talk nonsense, you will know how serious the consequences are."
"Huh?"
Rhonin eyes widened.
The next second, he opened his eyes on the bed.
The dazed red-haired Rhonin looked around. The room was quiet. When Khadgar left, he locked the door to let him have a good rest. No one else came in at all.
"It turned out to be a dream. Oh, I'm imagining myself becoming a superhero again. Let me tell you, how can a rookie like me do this?"
Rhonin hadn't finished his lament when he saw the stone pendant he was holding in his hand.
Cold sweat suddenly spread down his spine.
He is a spell caster. He knows what the scene just now means. He can entrust real objects in dreams. This in itself represents Lady Aegwynn's current strength.
Rhonin sat up and observed the pendant carefully.
He stroked the strange carvings on the pendant and the blue "gem" in the center of the pendant, which was neither gold nor jade. It was more like a gathering of some kind of energy.
Very majestic and magnificent power.
On the back of the pendant, there is a line of small words.
"Those who hold this object should enjoy the glory of salvation. Remember that loyalty itself is a reward! May World Mother bless you," Dragonheart "Rhonin."
"Dragonheart? This nickname is so exciting!"
The red-haired Rhonin grinned.
Although he still didn't know what power this pendant had, he felt satisfied to be praised by Lady Aegwynn, and then he wore the pendant around his neck in a ceremonial manner.
As a result, the moment he reached out to touch it, his will was caught off guard and he was pulled to face Star Soul.
Rhonin's red hair was flying, as if he had seen the entire process of the birth of the world. As he watched with bated breath, everything Azeroth had experienced in the past was poured into his mind like the "Big Bang".
Finally, he saw the star-like brilliant blue arc of light of Creation Force. Ysera the Dreamer, who had been rescued by them before, was sleeping peacefully in the light of World Mother like a child.
Rhonin felt Star Soul Lord's gaze.
He finally understood why Lady Aegwynn was so cautious when selecting the members of "Salvation Army".
This kind of power, which comes from the origin of the world, breathes the same breath and shares the fate of the whole world, cannot be given casually to those who are weak-minded.
Ah, now Dragon Soul has really been reduced to a "mere thing".
"Bang"
The knock on the door awakened Rhonin from the ceremony of meeting Star Soul. The red-haired mage jumped up angrily, rushed to the door and opened the door.
He wanted to see which bastard dared to do such an evil thing at that time. How could he do such a sacred thing to see Star Soul.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?"
Vereesa·Windrunner, who was carrying a basket of elf wound medicine, looked at Rhonin in confusion, and she said:
"I'm here to deliver you some medicine. I'd like to thank you for saving my life. My mother taught me how to be polite."
"Uh, um, I was meditating just now. It's okay. Do you want to come in and sit down? I'm leaving tomorrow and will follow Khadgar to Northern Borderlands to save people. Khadgar is not willing to leave Wenrou Township yet, but I really can't worry about Northern Borderlands those innocent people who are threatened by demons."
"Hey, didn't you see that you, a rookie, still care so much about the common people?"
"For saviors, power is the least worthy of consideration. Am I unable to help others if I don't have power?"
Rhonin scratched his head, changed Lady Aegwynn's "Quotes from Strong Men", pretended to be cool, and then invited Vereesa to sit in the room.
Ten minutes later, when Khadgar came back carrying Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter wrapped in black cloth, he was shocked to see his good friend chatting happily with the elf girl by the fireplace.
He looked at Rhonin suspiciously, wondering when did this guy become so relaxed?
"You are back, Khadgar, I have good news for you."
Rhonin waved his hand freely and winked at Khadgar and said:
"Miss Vereesa is about to go back to Quel'Thalas. We can go to Northern Borderlands together. She is of Windrunner family's heroic bloodline and has a duty to save people."
"I have no problem with you taking a girl to save people, but please tell me, what is that thing around your neck? So, you are the first mortal to be recognized?!
Why!
It's unreasonable to return it."