[Medivh's... Stepfather]

Dawn broke.

The sun rose quickly over Stranglethorn Vale. Before long, it was already hanging overhead, blazing with dazzling light that illuminated the entire jungle.

The weather was nice today.

At last, it had not rained much.

Medivh trailed behind the group. Right now, he felt as though his mind contained a bowl of Westfall wheat paste, everything sticky and pale and muddled.

"How is that possible?"

"Impossible."

"It can't be."

"Why?"

"I don't believe it."

Thoughts like these filled Medivh's mind, throwing the young Guardian into utter confusion.

He was reacting this way because of what the Troll King had told him last night.

Medivh could not help pulling the dagger from his robes and looking at the deadly weapon again. He had examined it more than seven times since morning.

He simply could not believe that such a murderous weapon was a token of love between his mother and that Troll King!

Good heavens!

Absolutely impossible.

Humans—how could humans possibly become... become lovers with trolls?! Impossible! Medivh tore his gaze away from the dagger in his hand and looked toward the tall, powerful back at the front of the group.

And he was so huge! His mother could at most have reached his waist. How could that possibly work?

But... what if it was true? Then, according to human ethics, he... wouldn't that make him Medivh's stepfather?

At that thought, Medivh shuddered.

A human magical Guardian actually had a troll stepfather! It was simply unimaginable!

But if that was not their relationship, why was he so familiar with his mother's secrets? Even the Kirin Tor and Karazhan had no records of these matters. Even the Blue Dragonflight members who had been involved back then spoke vaguely of those secrets, yet he could explain them so clearly!

And when