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Molten Core in Progress Chapter 770

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    After Murphy's story was finished, the little ones blinked, as if they had just finished telling the story. But why was the sister-in-law so kind-hearted all of a sudden?  We obviously just dealt with them today, right?

    Yes, it was precisely because Murphy dealt with them today that he took the initiative to tell stories to the little ones.

    Because Murphy just discovered that it seemed that they were really punished too hard this time. These little guys were obviously depressed. This made Zall Murphy quite uncomfortable. Not to mention, it also let Murphy know that, well, even though he was beaten  It is a good habit to give sweet dates with a stick, but if the stick is hit hard, it will not be fun to comfort him.

    At this moment, the little guys of the Scarlet Cross Guild were obviously beaten stupidly, and the atmosphere could not be lifted. Therefore, Murphy directly told a story again to make these little guys relax.

    Well, it turns out that the soothing effect is very good.

    Seeing that the atmosphere between the little guys finally relaxed, Murphy couldn't help but roll his eyes. As for what he was muttering in his heart, why not destroy Murphy's image, I won't go into details.

    Of course, there must be no shortage of stories to tell. After all, this story was a little lacking just now, so Murphy decided to tell the little ones another story.

    Of course, this is also the end of some plots that were not mentioned before. At this point, I have to say that Murphy¡¯s character is really weird. He is both soft-hearted and hard-hearted. He is so cruel when dealing with people that it makes people feel guilty. But  After cleaning up, looking at the wilted appearance of the elites, he still accepted their fate and calmed their emotions.

    "Huh?" Moros turned sideways on the stairs.

    ¡°I said I didn¡¯t know much,¡± his voice finally couldn¡¯t help but grow louder.  The echo echoed in the stairwell for a long time.  There was another stairway ahead. Khadgar wondered if the tower was higher than he thought. His legs were already hurting from walking.

    "That's natural, you," said Moros, "not knowing much. Young people always don't know much, and therefore they are young, that's my theory."

    "That's not what I meant!" Khadgar was annoyed.  He paused and took a deep breath.  "I'm just saying that I don't know much about Medivh you're asking about."

    Moros pondered for a while.  Then one foot stepped onto the next step of the stairs.  "I think I know him.", he finally said.

    "What kind of person is he?" Khadgar said in a tone that was close to begging.

    ¡°I think he¡¯s no different than anyone else,¡± Moros said.  "I have my own preferences and emotions. I also have good and bad days. Just like other people."

    ¡°He only stretches one foot at a time when putting on his pants?¡± Khadgar joked.

    ¡°No, he wore it floating,¡± Moros said.  The old servant looked at Khadgar with an obvious smile on his face.  "There's another floor."

    The last staircase was not very curved, and Khadgar thought they were already approaching the highest spire of the tower.  The old servant continued to lead the way.

    The final staircase ends in an open-air corridor.  Surrounded by a fence.  Just as Khadgar predicted, they were now at the highest spire of the tower, with a large observatory in front of them.  The walls and ceiling of the observatory are covered with lattice-like windows and are spotlessly clean.  During the time they climbed up, the sky had completely darkened, and starlight filled Karazhan.

    The inside of the observatory is relatively dark, illuminated only by a few torches, which are the same as those elsewhere in the tower.  The flame is solid.  However, the torch here has a lampshade on the outside, so it looks very dim.  This design should be for the convenience of observing the starry sky.  There is an unlit brazier in the center of the hall. From now until early morning, the temperature will continue to drop. This brazier will be used for heating for a while.

    Several curved tables are scattered along the walls of the observatory, with various instruments arranged on them.  Some gold astrolabes were used as writing paper weights to prevent them from being blown away by drafts.  There are also a few that are used as bookmarks for documents.  On a certain table is a half-finished celestial body model used to simulate the movement of planets. Next to this precision instrument are several strings of beads strung with high-quality metal wires.  Most of the notebooks were piled up against one of the walls, forming a small mountain.  The rest were boxed and stuffed under the table.  On the wall, part of a world map leaked out.  Above you can see Khadgar's hometown of Lordaeron and Azeroth to the south, as well as the two hidden kingdoms of elves and dwarves, Khaz Modan and Quel'Thalas.  This map is dotted with countless pins, forming a pattern similar to constellations. The meanings they represent can only be explained by Medivh himself.

    And Medivh was there, and Khadgar didn't think it could be anyone else.  He is a middle-aged manHer hair was tied into a ponytail and dragged straight down her back.  When he was younger, his hair might have been completely jet black, but now it's gray around his beard and temples.  Khadgar knew that it was due to the physical pressure caused by the powerful power contained in his body. This phenomenon was not uncommon among mages.

    Medivh is wearing an ordinary mage robe, the size of which fits his burly body.  The robe is made of coarse cloth and decorated with simple decorations.  The cuffs of the trousers are all tucked into exaggerated boots.  A maroon hooded cloak draped over his broad shoulders, the hood now off.

    When Khadgar's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, he realized that he was completely wrong about Medivh's plain clothes.  In fact, the dress is embellished with fine silver filigree, and the workmanship is so natural that it's not even noticeable at first glance.  Khadgar stared at the archmage's back, as if he saw the image of a mass-faced demon in the silver pattern.  Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and the pattern seemed to turn into a coiled dragon, and then it flew into the night sky.

    Medivh turned his back to the old servant and Khadgar, completely ignoring their presence.  He was standing in front of a table holding a gold astrolabe in one hand and a notebook in the other, seemingly deep in thought.  Khadgar wondered if this was one of the "things" Moros wanted him to pay attention to.

    Khadgar cleared his throat and stepped forward, but Moros raised a hand to stop him.  Khadgar then froze as if he had been frozen, not daring to move anymore.

    The old servant walked quietly to the master mage, waiting for Medivh's attention.  One minute passed, two minutes passed.  Khadgar then swore they had been waiting for almost an eternity.

    finally.  The robed figure put down his astrolabe and quickly wrote down three symbols in his notebook.  Then he closed the book suddenly and moved his eyes to Moros.

    Seeing Medivh's face for the first time, Khadgar felt that Medivh might be much older than his estimate of forty years.  The whole face is covered with wrinkles and fatigue.  He could not imagine how much power Medivh contained in his body to cause such deep traces of age to appear on his face.

    Moros put his hand into his shirt and took out the crumpled letter of introduction. The red seal on the letter looked even more blood-red in the steady light of the torch.  Medivh took it.  Then he noticed the young man beside him.

    The mage¡¯s eyes were hidden under dark thick eyebrows, but Khadgar immediately felt the power contained in them.  He saw something flickering and flashing in these emerald green eyes, something powerful, yet somewhat uncontrollable, and somewhat dangerous.  The Overmind stared at Khadgar.  For a moment Khadgar had a strange feeling, as if all his knowledge and energy had been absorbed by this gaze, and then Medivh realized that they were no more interesting to him than a beetle or a flea.

    After a moment, Medivh¡¯s eyes moved from Khadgar to the letter of introduction.  Khadgar immediately felt relieved, as a huge and hungry Tyrannosaurus rex just passed by him without looking back.

    But his relief was short-lived.  Medivh didn't open the letter at all, he just frowned slightly.  Immediately, the parchment was gorgeously turned into ashes in the sudden flames.  Blue flames, fierce flames.

    Immediately, Medivh spoke, his voice deep and slightly teasing.

    "Okay," Medivh said, completely ignoring the fact that Khadgar's great future had been reduced to ashes at his hands.  "Then it seems that our young spy comrade has finally arrived."

    "Huh?" Everyone can understand Murphy's previous story, but the following one

    "Sister-in-law. Medivh knows that Khadgar is a spy?" Chou, a poor man, shouted with his eyes widened.

    "Well, I know!" Murphy nodded and said.

    The poor man Chou felt his head was a little dizzy.  Said: "Since Medivh knew that Khadgar was a spy, why did he stay in Medivh's Tower? Sister-in-law, we all still remember the story behind it!"

    This story is really deceiving!  It¡¯s even more deceptive than what I just said!

    "Yes, yes, sister-in-law, this is so strange!" The little guys wanted to turn over the table.

    The little guys in the Scarlet Cross Guild are very smart, and they naturally know why Murphy told them the storyline that he deliberately left unfinished.  The meaning is very simple. That¡¯s the end of your provoking me. After all, I have dealt with you, ahem.  Although it is a bit excessive, so I will say one more paragraph as a reminder, let both of us let this matter go!

    Well, speaking of it, my sister-in-law is really easy to talk to, woo woo hoo, but it¡¯s better not to listen to this story!  They are even more curious, but now, will their sister-in-law continue to talk?  Woohoo, I guess I know what the answer isOh, woo woo, sister-in-law, are you careless or unintentional? Or, woo woo, you did it on purpose!

    The little guys are so cute here, and Murphy also has a headache!  This plot is really stuck in the wrong place. After thinking about it carefully, Murphy smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, I might as well tell another paragraph. This is really the last paragraph!"

    "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" The little guys almost jumped up with joy when they heard Murphy's words.

    "Did I say something wrong?" Medivh asked, and Khadgar immediately felt the Master Mage's gaze again.  He felt like a helpless beetle again, but this time more like being slaughtered on an insect researcher's bench.  Wax from the introductory envelope, burned by the flames, dripped onto the observatory's stone floor.

    Khadgar noticed this. His eyes were wide open, his face was pale and bloodless, and his mouth was open but speechless.  He tried to use his vocal cords to control the airflow around him, but in the end he only came out with a muffled hiss.

    There was a puzzled look from under the dark thick eyebrows.  "Are you uncomfortable? Moros, is the child uncomfortable?"

    ¡°I guess I can¡¯t breathe,¡± Moros said without any tone.  "I just climbed the stairs for a while."

    Khadgar finally recovered and said: "That letter!"

    "Aha," Medivh said.  "Oh yes, thank you, I almost forgot." He walked straight to the brazier.  Throw the remaining paper dust on your hand onto the coal pile.  Scattered blue flames immediately flashed spectacularly to shoulder height.  Then it slowly turned into an ordinary flame, emitting a reddish glow and bringing warmth to the room.  As for the letter of introduction, including the parchment paper and the seal bearing the mark of the Kirin Tor, there is really nothing left now.

    "But you haven't seen it yet!" Khadgar shouted. He took a breath and added, "I mean. My lord, I didn't mean to offend"

    The Star Mage laughed out loud and sat on a large canvas carved wood chair, the brazier and his face complementing each other.  A smile appeared on his wrinkled face.  However, Khadgar did not feel relaxed at all.

    Medivh leaned forward in his seat and said: "'O great and revered Astral Mage Medivh, Lord of Karazhan, I convey to you the most learned and powerful researcher of magic from the Kirin Tor.  We. Greetings from people from all walks of life and even from all walks of life, the king's advisory board, doctoral supervisors, secret revealers 'They have always done this, bragging about themselves everywhere. How can I be so virtuous and capable as to let this happen?  A great organization writes to send greetings?"

    "I don't know that," Khadgar said.  "I was just introduced"

    "Don't open it privately," Medivh interrupted.  "But you opened this letter on the way here."

    The Star Mage raised his head and looked at the young man opposite.  Khadgar's heart almost rose to his throat.  Something flashed in Medivh's eyes, and Khadgar began to wonder if the master mage was powerful enough to cast spells without speaking.

    Khadgar nodded slowly.  Bite the bullet and prepare to take the punishment.

    Medivh laughed: "When?"

    ¡°While¡­ well, on the boat ride from Lordaeron to Kul Tiras,¡± Khadgar said, unsure whether what he said would please or annoy his potential teacher.  "Since our two days of sailing were so boring and"

    "Curiosity is your good side," Medivh interrupted again.  He smiled: "If it were me, I might have opened it as soon as I left the Violet City of Dalaran."

    Khadgar finally let out a long breath and said, "Yeah. I've thought about it too, but I'm afraid there are some surveillance spells nearby, well, at least around there."

    "So you want to stay away from any possible spells, lest someone summon you back to your hometown after you open the letter privately. After you read it, you carefully resealed it to fool a cursory inspection. You thought I would just open the seal without  I'll notice your little trick." Medivh laughed again.  But his expression became a little serious.  "How did I do it?" he asked.

    Khadgar was at a loss.  "What can be accomplished, my lord?"

    "Do you know what is written in the letter?" Medivh said, his head lowered. "The letter I burned just now told me that young Khadgar was very good in reasoning and brains. This impressed me deeply."

    Khadgar looked at Medivh, looking at his happy smile just now, that smile evaporated almost instantly.  Now this face is like an ancient statue of a god, just and ruthless.  Those kind eyes now looked lurking in fury.  Those thick eyebrows intertwined together like gathering thunderclouds.

    Khadgar hummed for a while, then finally said: "You read?My thinking.  "

    "It is indeed a solution," Medivh said.  "But it's not correct. You answered it wrong once. But you have some ideas and thought of mind reading."

    ¡°You have received letters like this before,¡± Khadgar said.  "Letters from the Kirin Tor. So you know the general content of the letters they write."

    "This is possible," the Star Mage said, "because I did receive similar letters, and they did show such a boastful tone in them. But you should remember the content of the letter. What I said is not the same as the letter.  Correct. Your assumption is indeed the most common, but it¡¯s still wrong. Wrong answer twice.¡±

    Khadgar pursed his lips.  His brain was racing and his heart was beating so fast that it would shatter his chest.  "Telepathy," he said at last.

    Medivh¡¯s eyes were still unreadable, and he spoke without any intonation: ¡°Let¡¯s be more specific.¡±

    Khadgar took a deep breath: "This is a magic law. It means that if someone uses an item frequently, a small part of his magic aura will unconsciously be attached to the item. So because  The rhythm of the magic aura is always integrated, allowing the caster to establish a telepathic connection with the owner of the object. For example, using this method, a bunch of hair can be used to cast a charm, and a small copper coin can automatically fly back  Master¡¯s side.¡±

    Medivh closed his eyes slightly and brushed his chin with a finger: "Continue."

    Khadgar paused.  Feeling the pressure of Medivh's gaze.  He had heard of this spell in magic class, but he didn't master it thoroughly.  But how did Medivh use it

    "The more a person uses an item, the stronger the induction bond will be." Khadgar could only endorse and think about it all the time. "So an item has been used enough times. Or it has been artificially forcibly attached with induction."  field, then you can cast powerful telepathy on it." His language was organized faster and faster, "Therefore, a document that has been written by someone contains more information than a blank piece of parchment.  Magic aura, and when people write, they put all their energy into the paper, so" Khadgar stopped and reorganized his thoughts.  "You did use mind reading, but what you read was not my mind but the mind of the person who wrote the letter. You restored his mind from the words in the letter."

    "Without actually opening the letter," Medivh said, his eyes dancing with light again.  "So, what practical value would this tip have to a scholar?"

    Khadgar was at a loss for a while, his eyes began to wander, trying to avoid the sight of the astral mage.  ¡°You can rely on it to know what¡¯s in the book without even looking at it.¡±

    "This tip is very valuable to researchers," Medivh said. "You came from Dalaran Academy. But why don't you use it?"

    "Becausebecause" Khadgar thought of old Querigan. Querigan could find any information he wanted in the library, even the small marks on the edges of the pages.  "I think we should also use this method. But only the senior members of the parliament should use it."

    Medivh nodded.  "And that's because"

    Khadgar thought for a moment, then shook his head.

    ¡°If all knowledge could be learned using thinking spells alone, who would write a book?¡± Medivh reminded.  He finally couldn't help laughing. Khadgar finally realized that he had been pretending to be serious before, "You are not bad, at least not to the point of being hopeless. Do you know what your nemesis spell is?"

    "The fifth watchman," Khadgar answered.

    "Can you create a magic ball?" Medivh asked.

    "One or two, but it can't last too long," the young man replied, suddenly realizing that the atmosphere of the conversation was becoming tense again.

    "Where are you majoring in elements?"

    "I major in the fire department, but I also know a lot about other departments."

    "What about natural magic?" Medivh asked.  "Cultivation, selection, collection? Can you plant a seed and make it bloom and bear fruit?"

    "No, sir, my training was all in the city."

    "Can you make puppets?"

    "It's not written much in the textbook, but I understand its principles, and it's somewhat difficult to operate," Khadgar said, "If you insist"

    Medivh blinked, and then said, "You came by boat from Lordaeron? What kind of boat?"

    Khadgar was not comfortable with the sudden change of topic.  "Yes. Wella Tirasian windship, the Gentlewind," he answered.

    "We are not talking about Kul Tiras," Medivh said again.?Topic, ¡°Are the boats full of humans?¡±

    "Yes."

    "Have you spoken to all the crew members?" Khadgar once again felt that the interview had an interrogative atmosphere.

    "Not many," Khadgar said. "I'm afraid they'll laugh at my accent."

    "The crew of Kul Tiras always likes to have fun," Medivh said. "Is there really no one other than humans?"

    "No, my lord," Khadgar said. "Those Tirans told me stories about fish-like humanoid creatures. They are called fishmen. Do they really exist?"

    "Indeed," the Star Mage said, "Have you ever encountered other races before? In addition to humans of various races."

    "I met some dwarves in Dalaran," Khadgar said. "I also met some dwarf technicians in Violet City. I also learned about dragons from some legends; I once saw giants in a certain research institute.  Dragon skull.¡±

    "What about the trolls and the goblins?" Medivh continued to ask.

    "There are four known trolls," Khadgar said. "There may be a fifth."

    "This kind of nonsense knowledge must have been taught to you by Oronda," Medivh muttered, but still motioned for Khadgar to continue.

    "Trolls are larger than humans. They are also wilder. Their bodies are slender, and their facial features are like an elongated version of humans. Hmm" He thought for a while.  "The tribal social system has almost disappeared from the civilized world, and is even more endangered in Lordaeron."

    "Goblin?"

    "Smaller, about the same size as dwarves. They are also good at creating inventions, but they are more inclined to destructive inventions. They are not afraid of death. According to the information I have read, their entire race is basically the head-breaking type.  .¡±

    "Actually, only the geniuses among them are like this." Medivh said, "You also know about demons, right?"

    "Of course, my lord," Khadgar replied immediately, "I mean from the legends, my lord. I know the proper methods of sealing and self-preservation. All mages of Dalaran learn this from day one.  .¡±

    "But you have never tried to summon them yourself," Medivh said, "or seen others summon them."

    Khadgar was at a loss again, wondering if this question was a trap.  "No, my lord. I never thought about it."

    "I am convinced of this. You haven't even thought about it," the Star Mage said, his voice suddenly so soft that he couldn't hear it. "I have thought about it. Do you know what a guardian is?"

    "Guardian?" Khadgar felt that the direction of the conversation had taken another big turn.  "Does it mean guard? Or guard or something? Is it the name of a race? Or is it the name of a monster? Or is it someone who specializes in dealing with monsters?"

    Medivh smiled and shook his head.  "Don't worry, you don't have to know. It's part of the system." He raised his head, "So. How much do you know about me?"

    Khadgar glanced at the butler Moros, only to realize that he had disappeared without knowing when, and had escaped into the darkness.  The young man stuttered for a while.  "The wizards of the Kirin Tor hold you in high esteem," he hesitated.  Finally, he said this cliche.

    ¡°Everyone knows this,¡± Medivh interjected.

    "You are a powerful independent mage. Some say you are also a personal advisor to King Llane of Azeroth."

    "Let's get back to the topic," Medivh nodded to the young man.

    "What else" Khadgar hesitated. Could Medivh really read his mind?

    "What?"

    "There seems to be nothing specialthat can explain this kind of reverence" Khadgar said it anyway.

    ¡°And fear,¡± Medivh added.

    "And jealousy," Khadgar added.  Then immediately feeling that he had fallen into some kind of questioning trap, he quickly added, "There is no direct evidence to explain the Kirin Tor's feelings for you."

    "That's how it should be," Medivh interrupted, stretching his hands over the brazier to warm himself.  "That's how it should be." Khadgar couldn't believe that the master mage still felt cold.  He himself was already so nervous that he was sweating profusely.

    After a long time, Medivh raised his head, his eyes once again seemed to be brewing a storm.  "Back on topic, how much do you know about me?"

    "Nothing, my lord," Khadgar said honestly.

    "Know nothing?" Medivh's voice became louder, as if it was about to break through the observatory. "You know nothing? What are you doing here? Are you too lazy to investigate the person you are about to meet?  ?You know, I may just be your mentors forAn excuse made up to get rid of you, I hope you die on the way here!  This is not the first time this has happened!  "

    "But there are really no clues to look up. You haven't done anything sensational!" Khadgar responded jeeringly. When he regained his breath, he remembered who he was talking to, "I mean,  You haven't done enough big things for me to find out, uh, no, I mean"

    He was eager to explain and seemed to be in a hurry, but Medivh just smiled: "So what did you find out?" he asked.

    Khadgar breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "You come from a family of wizards. Your father is a wizard in Azeroth, named Nielas Elan. Your mother is Aegwynn, this 'Aegwynn'  'Maybe it's a title that goes before the name, because this title has appeared for at least eight hundred years. You grew up in Azeroth, and met King Llane and Lord Lothar when you were a child. What happened after that?  " Khadgar's voice lowered, "I didn't find out at all."

    Medivh stared at the brazier and nodded: "Very good, you have found something after all. You know more than the average person."

    "And your name means 'Keeper of Secrets' in the High Elf language," Khadgar added, "I also found out about this."

    "Your information is completely correct. However," Medivh looked suddenly tired.  He stared at the brazier for a while, "Aegwynn is not a title," he said slowly, "That's my mother's name."

    "Then there must have been many Aegwynn in history. Maybe that was a surname?" Khadgar hypothesized.

    "Only one," Medivh said gloomily.

    Khadgar laughed nervously: "But then she would have to"

    "She was over seven hundred and fifty-five years old when I was born." Medivh's words strangely revealed his rejection of his mother. "She is far older than that. I am her child born in her later years. This may be  It's one of the reasons why the Kirin Tor are so interested in the things in my library. Isn't it because of this library that they asked you to come?"

    "My lord," Khadgar said as firmly as possible, "To be honest, all the high-level wizards in the Kirin Tor really want me to come to you to get something back. I will try my best to satisfy them.  But if you have any private secrets that you want to keep, I swear I will totally understand"

    "If I really wanted to hide something, you wouldn't have gotten here alive through the forest." Medivh said suddenly seriously.  "I want someone to help me organize the library and sort the books in it. This is the first job, and then I will advance to managing the alchemy laboratory. Well, there is no doubt that you will do a good job. You see,  You know the meaning of my name and I know yours. Moros!"

    "Yes, my lord," the servant responded suddenly appearing from the shadows.  Khadgar was startled (he jumped regardless of the occasion).

    "Take the child to the guest room below. Let him eat something. He must be very tired today."

    "Yes. Sir."

    "Can I ask a question, teacher?" Khadgar said, noticing the other person's expression, and then changed his words, "I mean the Astral Mage"

    "Call me Medivh from now on. You can also call me Keeper of Secrets. I have many other names. They don't all know them."

    "What do you mean you know the meaning of my name?" Khadgar asked.

    Medivh smiled, and the whole room suddenly became bright and warm again. "You don't speak Dwarvish," he asserted.

    Khadgar shook his head blankly.

    "My name means 'Keeper of Secrets' in High Elf, and your name means 'Trust' in Old Dwarf. It is for your name that I hire you, young Khadgar. Young."  trust."

    Moros led Khadgar to his new residence, using his ghostly voice to explain daily life in the tower.  The food in Medivh's Tower is quite ordinary. Breakfast is oatmeal and sausages, and lunch is cold food. Two meat and one vegetable is considered a luxurious and sumptuous meal.  Cook retired after dinner, but always left a pile of leftovers unattended.  It can be said that Medivh himself has almost no sense of time, and Moros and Cook have long learned how to pass their respective tasks to each other as much as possible.

    However, Moros reminded that as an assistant rather than a servant like them, Khadgar did not have such "privileges".  He must be willing to be on call whenever the Master Mage needs him.

    "As an apprentice, this is what you should do." Khadgar said.

    Moros stopped halfway and turned around.Come (they are passing through the balcony of a room that may have been used as a banquet hall or ballroom).  "Child, you are not yet an apprentice," he said after a few breaths.  "Not even half of it."

    "But Medivh said"

    "You can help run the library," Moros said. "Do the work of an assistant, not an apprentice. Many people have been assistants here. But no one can become Medivh's apprentice."

    Khadgar frowned and felt a little blushing.  He had never heard of a level one before being an apprentice in the mage class.  "How long will it take"

    "It's hard to say, really," the servant gasped a few more times, "No one has been able to do it that long."

    Two questions immediately came to Khadgar¡¯s mind. After hesitating, he asked: ¡°How many ¡®assistants¡¯ have been here before?¡±

    Moros stared at the railing of the balcony, lost in thought.  Khadgar didn't know if he was remembering or if he was completely oblivious to his question.  The hall downstairs is sparsely spaced with a large table and some seats.  They were all surprisingly neat, and Khadgar guessed that Medivh probably rarely held banquets.

    "Dozens," Moros finally said, "There are dozens at least. Most of them are from this continent. There is also an elf. No, two elves. You are the first one from the Kirin Tor.  .¡±

    "Dozens" Khadgar repeated, and his heart sank suddenly when he thought that Medivh might have welcomed dozens of young people like this.  Some sense of superiority was gone.

    He asked another question: "How long were they there?"

    Moros answered quickly this time: "A few days, some only a few hours. One elf didn't even go up to the tower." He tapped his eyepatch with his index finger, "They saw something, you know."

    Khadgar thought of the figure at the door again and nodded.

    After finishing the first meeting and follow-up between Medivh and Khadgar in one breath, Murphy took a breath and said, "Now, do you know why Medivh kept Khadgar? Although the story says  I¡¯m a little confused, but I don¡¯t want to explain it in detail. If you don¡¯t understand, just honestly go and figure it out on your own, got it?¡±

    "Uh got it!" The little guys were thinking about the conversation between Medivh and Khadgar when they first met. Now when they heard Murphy say this, they naturally only nodded. This storyline is very interesting.  It¡¯s interesting!  Well, it¡¯s worth considering carefully.

    Of course, thinking about it is something for the future. For now, just prepare for the following monsters. As for the boss, Princess Hahoran of the Ahn'Qiraj Empire, the little guys frowned. They are worried about this boss now.  Woolen cloth!

    At this moment, a group of people left the cave of Vicidus, followed the spiral passage back to the square where the stubborn Van Kress was, and took another path.

    Of the mobs on this road, the Wickney Creepers have naturally spawned long ago and are constantly patrolling back and forth.

    Looking at these big white scorpions, the poor man said with a smile: "Haha! It's these Wickney crawlers again! I hope another fallen star fragment will drop!"

    "Yes, yes!" After hearing Zhuoer's words, the little guys nodded excitedly.

    After listening to the two stories, the little ones who had completely satisfied their curiosity are now fully expecting another fallen star fragment to drop.

    After all, the effect of this jewelry skill is really cool!

    ??Zhuoer laughed and said: "It's not that easy! Fallen star fragments are dropped by mobs, and the drops are very low!"

    "Boss, how low is it?" the poor man asked in a desperate tone.

    Zhuoer thought for a moment and said, "It seems like it's only 0.23%!"

    ¡°Oh my god, it¡¯s so low!¡± The little guys were stunned.

    "I just said it! The mobs are falling!" Zhuoer chuckled and said, "Come on, hurry up and clear out these Vickney crawlers. There are still many weirdos ahead of you, including Princess Haholan!"

    "kindness!"

    The little guys just complained casually. Everyone knows how low the chance of a mob dropping is.

    As expected, the Vickni Creeper in front did not drop any more fallen star fragments or any purple equipment. Instead, it dropped a green Victory Breastplate, which looked quite beautiful when worn. Let Saria wear it with matching clothes.  .

    kindness?  Why take it to Saria?  Khan, who made this Victory Breastplate a mail armor?  They can't even wear the Youqing Lily!  (To be continued)
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