After the meeting, Khadgar came over in high spirits and smiled at him. "Allen, I knew you'd have a solution. Bringing you here really was the right choice."
Allen, by contrast, was not very happy. Looking at Khadgar's smiling face, which resembled an old chrysanthemum, he really wanted to crush it in his hand.
"Khadgar, could you warn me beforehand next time? Do you know how awkward it would have been if I hadn't come up with anything?"
Only then did Khadgar realize how badly he had set him up. He awkwardly twirled his beard and explained,
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot about that for a moment. All right, all right, I'll make it up to you. How about I let you take a look at my spellbook?"
That reminded him of what he had discovered yesterday, so he stopped and asked seriously, "Khadgar, do you know of a kind of magic that can drain other people's lives?"
This time, Khadgar stopped joking around. He, too, asked seriously, "Why are you asking about that?"
So he told Khadgar what had happened that day. After hearing him out, Khadgar looked very grave. He remained silent for a long time before finally saying,
"I must warn you, this is an extremely evil form of magic. You read the letter I wrote you, didn't you? I mentioned in it that the trees around my teacher's Mage Tower had all withered and died. That was caused by this magic spreading.
"We call it Fel, a form of magic that can drain all life dry. Do you know Gul'dan? From what I understand, this Orc wields that evil magic."
"You mean those priests were Gul'dan's subordinates?" he asked in surprise.
"It looks that way. Perhaps they all come from the same organization or clan. In any