"This spell is very powerful. You all stand here and don't move. I'll summon an illusion."
Meryl began casting the spell.
The magic circle emitted a beautiful, soft light, and powerful magic began to circulate within it. Like a rainbow gently swaying on the surface of water, surging Arcane energy condensed within the magic circle, gathering into a magic sphere the size of a head.
This is the central hub for magical control; as long as the caster is safe, it can quickly respond to commands and alter the magical effects.
The predetermined magical effect.
"I want to see a vision of the battle between Aegwynn and Sargeras; it's in this tower. Find it and bring it here!" Meryl commanded.
Even with Meryl's abilities, he could not recreate that battle from back then, because the two beings involved were beings he could not even look up to. The battle between those two beings was a near-divine energy clash, Meryl could not conjure such an illusion.
Only Medivh can.
Medivh once manifested that battle, and since that illusion appeared, it must still remain in Karazhan. Because this is a place where spacetime converges and energy gathers, there are countless magical echoes here, making it very difficult to find.
The Song of Aegwynn is the medium; Medivh used this book as the medium during the battle many years ago when he used Medivh to materialize the illusion. Only with this medium, combined with a powerful magic circle, could Meryl find that illusion.
Khadgar was able to find that vision more than a decade ago thanks to long-term preparation and... a bit of luck.
I don't know when, but the wind picked up.
Karazhan is protected by a magical barrier, and the library is completely sealed off, making it impossible for any wind to blow through.
The wind carried a chilling coldness; it was the wind of Northrend. Had they been transported to Northrend?
No, it was magic that brought Northrend here.
Then, the surrounding scenery began to change dramatically, transforming into Northrend. They arrived in Northrend, the Northrend that Medivh had manifested.
The white plains were covered in silver, and heavy snow was falling from the sky. The temperature had dropped to at least minus twenty degrees Celsius. Even Jiang Jie felt the Eviscerate cold because he was still wearing only a single layer of clothing.
The cold wind howled, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
The breath they exhaled condensed into ice crystals, but luckily, the people who came here weren't afraid of the cold...
Wait, is it cold?
Jiang Jie took a deep breath.
Is this not an illusion? I can even feel the cold! Or is it real?
"Don't overthink it, and don't speak. Never, ever."
Meryl's voice rang out. "Whatever you see, don't make a move. We're just here to observe. Medivh is remarkable; this isn't an illusion, nor is it reality. We're actually on an adventure because... Aegwynn and Sargeras can detect us!"
At the same time, Xiao Feng's voice rang in Jiang Jie's mind. "This is 'real illusion,' 'illusionary reality.' Everything here can be real or fake. There is a convergence of spacetime forces here. You are like spacetime travelers, but not true travelers. You cannot affect anything here; you are merely pure observers."
Is that all?
But since Medivh created it, wouldn't the equally powerful Aegwynn and Sargeras have been able to detect their presence?
Med'an almost cried out in surprise. This was far beyond his imagination. Even with his talent and intelligence, it would probably take him decades to understand this kind of magic. But Meryl stopped him.
Jiang Jie looked around.
To the right was a forest, which had been almost completely buried by the Blizzard, turning into glistening snow-covered trees.
In the distance to the left is a gleaming white mountain peak—ice. A massive layer of ice clings to the cliff face, as if an unseen hand had drawn the river here and frozen it. The glacier stands proudly like the peaks of Dalaran, and a few tiny black dots move within the white expanse—eagles or falcons, appearing so small against the backdrop of the colossal iceberg.
With just one glance, Jiang Jie could tell that this was the northern part of Dragonblight, and not far away was the legendary " Galakrond's Rest," the place where the ancient proto-dragon fell.
In the distance is Icecrown Glacier, but it's just a glacier; there's no Icecrown Citadel yet, and the Lich King doesn't exist there either.
Before him lay a canyon, and an army was marching a long way.
The soldiers trudged through the white snow, their footsteps creating a trail of dark earth, leaving a winding, inky mark behind them.
These are a group of red-skinned demons with demon horns on their heads, and some of them have thick, fleshy wings on their backs.
They were hunters, and at the head of the group, the demon leader held aloft a long wooden pole with a huge dragon head hanging from the top.
It's a dragon's head!
They are hunting dragons!
These demons were wounded, and very badly so. They hunted dragons, but dragons were not easy to deal with, and it is estimated that countless demons had died in each hunt.
A faint sound came from behind him. Jiang Jie turned around and realized that someone was behind him.
Even with his keen senses, he only just realized there was someone behind him!
This was a woman, radiating blue and white light—the Arcane aura emanating from her, a light far more powerful and dazzling than any aura Jiang Jie had ever seen before, beyond imagination.
She wore a silver-white robe woven from metallic threads—not a robe, but a magical garment—which made her look more like a ranger or Warrior than a mage. Of course, the robe was engraved with all sorts of intricate and mysterious magical runes, as was the white cloak on her back.
Her cloak had a hood, through which one could vaguely see the green silk lining, while the silver-rimmed hood completely covered her blonde hair. This white outfit cleverly concealed her in the snow.
She stood quietly on the cliff, seemingly unaffected by the cold weather. In fact, even being in lava or icefalls wouldn't affect her at all; the elements around her would obey her every command, and ice and fire would serve her.
She wore an emerald necklace that emitted a mesmerizing green light, as beautiful as her eyes, as dazzling as jade cleaned with alcohol, and as Tranquility and majestic as the sea after a storm.
Back in Mount Hyjal, Jiang Jie had seen similar eyes; they were Medivh's eyes.
But Medivh was more serious and profound, and his eyes were even more dazzling.
Having weathered the test of time, Medivh looks more like an elder, a prophet, while the woman before us, even at over a hundred years old, is still a young woman, a passionate and rebellious girl.
She was Medivh's mother, Aegwynn, the legendary mage closest to God.
There is none other than this!
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