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- Zhuoer dealt with these little guys and made them complain endlessly. At the same time, he did not forget what he had to do.
Poor Chou and Mao Maoyu didn't think too much about it, because Drow and the two of them revealed Princess Haholan's specific skills and playing style. As a result, the two people's resistance to equipment was naturally a big problem.
But the hands of the little guys are so black! It¡¯s really dark!
The drow only played small copies and rolled their eyes.
Of course, this is also a reason why the Headless Horseman's reins will not fall off even if he dies.
Speaking of the reins of the Headless Horseman, this is not only a worry for the drow, but also a worry for almost the entire Scarlet Cross Guild. Who makes this ghost mount really handsome!
Even Zhuoer couldn¡¯t help but talk about it a few times.
??????????????????????????????????????????????? It just won¡¯t fall, just like the glass slag has sincerely changed the probability of dropping, it will not drop even if you die.
The little guys could only look sad about this and couldn¡¯t bring themselves to express their feelings.
Drow had no idea about this, and Murphy was also confused. Oh my God, with this efficiency, they still planned to fight Princess Haholan at this pace. After all, everyone's equipment was actually about the same, and the only difference was nature. Just anti-equipment.
However, when faced with a bad situation, everyone can only feel guilty.
After struggling for a few days, the little guys were really at their wits end.
"Boss, sister-in-law, it seems that we can only continue to open up the land of Princess Haholan at the next level this time!" Chou, the poor man, looked at the equipment that had not dropped again and said with a grimace.
Drow Murphy also had a headache, and the poisonous weed next to him had tears in his eyes. I don¡¯t know why, the equipment of the poisonous weed is absolute, and it is really not enough. However, the natural resistance equipment to beat Princess Haholan¡¯s melee DPS must be enough. Otherwise, you won't be able to get through it at all when you get to p2, and you will only have points to destroy the team back and forth!
Maomaoyu, who was also playing a small dungeon next to him, felt depressed. He yawned lazily and said, "Boss, isn't your black hand aura acting up again?"
Listen to what Maomaoyu said. The little guys yelled collectively. Apparently, they "suspected" that the Drow Blackhand Aura had been taking effect for more than a day!
The corners of Zall¡¯s mouth twitched and he said, ¡°I got the natural resistance equipment!¡±
"But we don't have it!" Chou, a poor man, crossed his fingers and said aggrievedly: "Boss, don't think our skin is as thick as yours, okay?"
¡°Yes, yes, yes~!¡± The little guys echoed again.
Zhuoer was choked to death.
Murphy giggled happily beside him and said jokingly: "Speaking of which, Zhuo, it's really possible that your black-hand halo has developed!"
Zhuoer turned to look at Murphy with a black line on his head.
Murphy chuckled. Said: "Of course, it may also be because Halloween is coming! Halloween is the Ghost Festival!"
The little guys rolled their eyes at their sister-in-law's blindness.
Luo Wei scratched his chin and said: "Sister-in-law, according to you, the reason why we can't wear costumes these days is because of the coming of Halloween? But isn't this a Western holiday? It's none of our business!"
"Isn't this Halloween spread to China!" If you want to give an excuse. Murphy has a big basket over there.
¡°Sister-in-law~~~¡± The little guys couldn¡¯t laugh or cry for a while.
Talking and laughing, time passed slowly. But what makes the little guys anxious is that they don¡¯t know which god the Scarlet Cross Guild has offended. They won¡¯t let go if they can¡¯t! The time has passed until Sunday, but the natural resistance equipment of the elite group still has not been completed. This is a tangle for the little guys!
Looking at the time, it was already Sunday afternoon, Murphy couldn't help but frown.
I originally thought that I would be able to get all the natural resistance equipment in the past few days. But look at the situation now, maybe it won¡¯t be enough next week!
The little guys are really tired of grinding dungeons. After all, they have been living in these small dungeons for the past few days, and they are faced with these little monsters every day. Who will be in a good mood?
Listening to the little guys chatting about fighting monsters in the middle of the ts, Murphy became even more irritated.
It just so happened that these little guys were chatting about the story Murphy told a few days ago. To be precise, it was the conversation between Medivh and Khadgar, studying what the two men were talking about.
Just in time, Murphy got a call. At that moment, she pulled Lowe away unceremoniously, showed him a certain chapter, and then stepped away to answer the phone.
Seeing his sister-in-law running away, Luo Wei was dumbfounded. After being stunned for a long time, he said: "Second brother, what does sister-in-law mean?"
Zhuoer touched his nose and said, "Your sister-in-law is in a bad mood."?
"Of course I can see that my sister-in-law is in a bad mood!" Luo Wei shouted: "What I want to ask is why my sister-in-law wants me to read this chapter?"
Zhuoer curled his lips and said: "What else can you do, let You Qing miss you! Fei'er's bad mood is all caused by you, so your sister-in-law wants to make you feel better, but she happens to have a phone, so let her Youqing will do it for you!"
"Huh? That's okay!" Luo Wei was completely dumbfounded.
The little ones were also dumbfounded in ts, but again, since they had a story to listen to, the little ones never knew how to write the word "reject".
At the moment, Youqing Lily received the chapter passed by Luo Wei and began to read it.
"You can start your work slowly," said the astral mage across the dining table. "We will go to the library later and tell you how to organize the books in it."
Khadgar put down his cereal and sausage and nodded. The topic of this breakfast chat was about the current situation in Dalaran. For example, what is popular in Dalaran, what is the fashion in Lordaeron, and what are the Kirin Tor councilors arguing about recently. Khadgar brought up a hotly debated philosophical question in Dalaran: If you use magic to create a fireball, is it really you who created it, or was it summoned from some other fire?
Medivh was angry and put down the breakfast in his hand: "In a word, stupid! They don't know how to think about the problem from another angle. If notthen what do you think?"
"I think" Khadgar immediately found himself in a trial state again, "I think it may be a completely different reason."
"Very good," Medivh said with a smile. "When faced with a dilemma, think about whether there is a third one. Obviously, you mean. When you create a fireball, you actually remove the air in the surrounding area. The free flame elements are concentrated at one point, is this the real cause of the fireball?"
"Well, yes." Khadgar continued, "I have thought so before."
"Very good," Medivh wiped his beard with a napkin. "You think quickly and are honest. Let's see how good you are at library management. Moros will show you the way."
The library occupies two full floors, specifically one third of the tower. The staircase in this part is exposed and wraps around the tower's outer wall to free up two full floors of huge space. The w¨¨izhi on the second floor has a cast iron platform. The narrow windows in the room were covered with wire mesh to reduce the natural light that entered the room to a level similar to that of a lampshaded torchlight. On several large oak tables on the ground floor, there are many crystal Azeroth globes, covered with thick dust and giving off a blue-gray luster.
The whole room felt like a Japanese invader had entered the village. The bookstall was thrown on the floor. Scrolls lay haphazardly on the chairs. Writing paper is everywhere, as dense as the fallen leaves on the ground among the woods. Despite this, there are still some books that are still on the bookshelf that are just "there" and are randomly stuffed together. Some books are even hanging on the bookshelf by one or two pages, which is similar to hanging a prisoner in an interrogation room.
Khadgar finally recovered from the visual impact in front of him and smiled awkwardly: "You can get started slowly," so that's it, he said.
"I can help you pack your luggage for home within an hour." Moros said in the corridor.
Khadgar picked up a piece of parchment that he had trodden under his feet. This is an old letter from the Kirin Tor, asking the Overmind to reply to their most recent correspondence. There was a large dark red stain on the reverse side. Khadgar thought it was blood at first, but upon closer inspection he realized it was just a piece of melted sealing wax.
"No," Khadgar patted his small notebook and said, "This is just a more difficult challenge than I expected."
"A lot of people have said this before."
Khadgar turned around to ask more carefully, but found that the old servant had left.
Khadgar moved through the "ruins" with the caution of a thief in the night. It was like a big battle had just occurred in the library. Some of the ridges were broken, and some of the book covers were half torn. Some of the pages were badly wrinkled, and some of the books were missing even the author. These are relatively well-preserved, but the worse ones have the entire cover torn off, and the dust on the table is covered in the inner pages of the book. Some of the books were open, but others had obviously never been read. Because the sealing wax on the book has not been lifted yet.
"Actually, the Astral Mage doesn't need any assistants at all," Khadgar muttered as he cleared one end of a table and pulled out a chair. "He just needs a wife." He glanced towards the door to confirm that the butler was really It's gone.
Khadgar sat down, only to find thatThe chair shook. He stood up and looked around. It turned out that there was a book placed under one leg of the chair. Khadgar's pull just now happened to pull the chair onto the book. This is a heavy ancient book with a metal cover. The cover is quite ornate and edged with silver.
As soon as Khadgar opened the book, he immediately felt something moving in it, like a drop of mercury passing through a glass tube. There appears to be a loose piece of metal in the spine.
The book suddenly started buzzing
Khadgar quickly closed the book. The book made a short, sharp sound and then returned to calm. Some mechanism within it was reset. Khadgar carefully placed the book on the table.
At the same time he discovered several scorch marks on the chair he was using and on the floor beneath it.
"I probably know why you have hired so many assistants." Khadgar said to himself and continued walking inside.
The situation inside is not much better. Books were spread out on the backs and arms of the chairs. From Khadgar's point of view, the further inside he went, the worse the situation would get. Some animal has made a nest in a corner of the bookshelf. Khadgar knocked the nest off its frame, and a gopher skull fell out and shattered on the ground. The upper floor of the library is more like a stacking room. There is not a single book on the shelf. The piles of books on the floor are piled higher than the pile, forming rolling hills, undulating mountains, and unattainable peaks.
There is only a small area for people to stand, but it seems that this area has been burned in the past, maybe to reduce the number of books piled a little. Khadgar looked at the burned place and shook his head. It was obvious that other things had been burned here, because there were several pieces of burned cloth on the ground. Probably from a mage's robe.
Khadgar shook his head and returned to where he had put his notebook bag. He took out a wooden pen holder, a pile of refills, a sharpening stone, a soft-edged paper (parchment) knife, and a Box of octopus ink. A small saucer with ink, a bunch of flat and thin keys, a long ruler, and something that looked like a metal cricket.
He grabbed the cricket, turned its back to him, and teased its back with a shiny pen lead. This was a reward given to Khadgar by Jazba after he completed the entry-level scroll scribe training. It played a great role in Khadgar's exploration of the internal secrets of the Kirin Tor. It contains a mundane but useful spell that warns of potential traps within sight.
As soon as Khadgar placed the pen tip, the metal cricket immediately let out an unprecedented high-decibel scream. Khadgar was shocked. The cricket in my hand almost fell off. Then he understood that the loudness of the sound was directly proportional to the potential danger.
Khadgar looked around at the piles of books around him and silently recited a protective spell. He retreated all the way to the door and then stopped teasing the crickets. He took out the thick metal-covered book he noticed before and placed it on the ground by the door.
The cricket¡¯s alarm sounded again for the book, but it was softer than before. Khadgar placed the dangerous book to the left of the door and took out another book from the room to test. This time the crickets made no sound.
Khadgar held his breath. Hopefully Cricket will be able to detect all forms of traps, magical or otherwise. Then I opened the book. Inside is an essay written in a feminine and graceful handwriting about the elf government three hundred years ago.
Khadgar placed the handwritten book on the right side of the door, and then entered the room to find the next book in the category.
¡°I know you,¡± Medivh said the next morning over sausage and cereal.
"Khadgar, my lord," the young man responded.
"That's the new assistant," the old mage said. "Of course, I'm sorry, my memory is a bit vague. I don't know if my memory is true. So many things have happened over the years, and I don't know what will happen in the future."
"Can I help you, sir?" Khadgar asked.
The old mage seemed to consider the proposal carefully for a while, and then said: "That library, young trust. How are things going in the library?"
"It went well," Khadgar said, "pretty well. I've been busy sorting books and fallen papers."
"Ah, by subject or by author?" the astral mage asked.
"Things that kill people and those that don't," Khadgar thought, but said, "I think it's by subject. Many books don't have authors."
"Hmm," Medivh looked satisfied. "The name represents a person's honor and credibility. Works that don't even dare to sign the name are not worthy of trust. Very good, keep at it. Tell me, the mage of the Kirin Tor What do they think of King Llane? Have they mentioned him?"
The progress of the classification work is as slow as the melting of the glacier, but Medivh does not seem to care about it.?Time even to organize the library itself. In fact, he seemed to have a routine every morning of cheerfully and gently expressing surprise that Khadgar was still alive, then briefly discussing the progress and then moving on to something else that interested him more.
"Speaking of the library," he would say, "does Quirigan, librarian of the Kirin Tor, have anything planned lately?"
"What do the people of Lordaeron think of the elves? Have they ever appeared there?"
"Is there a legend about a man with a bull's head in Violet City?"
It was about one day during Khadgar¡¯s second week here that Medivh suddenly didn¡¯t show up again.
"Gone," Moros explained.
"Where have you gone?" Khadgar asked.
The old housekeeper curled up, and Khadgar could even hear the sound of the bones loosening in his body: "He is not someone anyone can talk about."
"What on earth is he doing?" Khadgar asked.
"No one can say qingchu."
"When does he come back?"
"No one can say qingchu."
"He is so confident about leaving me alone in the tower?" Khadgar asked, "He is not afraid that I will give him those coveted books?"
"I can stand aside and monitor you," Moros said, "if you need it."
Khadgar shook his head, but he remembered another thing: "Moros?"
"What's the matter, young sir?"
"Those illusions" The young man didn't know what to say.
"Do you want a blindfold?" the old servant asked.
Khadgar shook his head again: "Are they revealing the future or the past?"
"There are all. I mean the ones I have noticed, but usually," Moros said, "I am used to ignoring them. Ignore them."
"Then those images of the future, will they really come true?" the young man said.
Moros made a blood-curdling exhalation sound, and Khadgar thought it could only be him taking a deep breath: "From my perspective. Yes, young sir. Once, Cook saw me breathing in a vision. One crystal broke, so she hid them all. A few months later, the owner suddenly wanted the crystal, so she took it out, and two minutes later I accidentally broke it. Completely. Unintentionally." He sighed again, "She went to get those quartz glasses the next day. Is there anything else?"
Khadgar didn¡¯t say anything at the time, but fell into deep thought as he headed to the library. He has done his best to organize the library to its current level. And Medivh's sudden disappearance made him feel very empty and lost further direction.
The young future apprentice entered the library. Half of the room was now filled with books (and fragments of books) that Cricket had deemed "safe." The other half of the pile contains books that are considered to be traps (these books are usually relatively intact).
There are obviously fewer papers and unopened letters spread out on several large tables, and they are piled into two semi-regular piles. The bookshelf was completely emptied by him now, like a prison without any prisoners.
Khadgar could start sorting paper next, but obviously putting books on shelves would be easier. The problem is that most of the books have no titles, or they have titles but the covers are peeled off, torn, worn, or otherwise unrecognizable. The only way to confirm the contents is to open them.
And this will cause the mechanism to activate again. Khadgar looked at the scorch marks on the floor and shook his head.
He began to observe, first looking at the books with traps, and then turned to those without traps. Finally I found what I was looking for, a book with a key pattern on the cover.
But it was locked, with a thick metal strip covering it. There is a lock on it. Khadgar searched the entire library and couldn't find a key, but that wasn't that strange. The seal is very strong, but the cover of the book itself is a thin metal plate covered with a red leather jacket.
Khadgar tried to pull the metal plate out of the holster, but the big lock held them tightly. Finally, with the scrape of his knife, Khadgar managed to free the book from the lock. And it didn't tick horribly when he carried the book home.
Khadgar glanced at the cricket on his table. It didn't warn of any danger.
Holding his breath, the young mage opened the thick book, and the unique aroma of ancient books rushed into his nose.
""Traps and Locks."" He read aloud. These ancient words were quite difficult to read, "How how to become an excellent protection mechanism cracker"
KhadgarHe walked over to the chair in the room (shorter than before since he sawed off three of its legs for balance) and began to read.
Medivh had been missing for two weeks, during which time Khadgar had completely taken the library for himself. Every morning he got up and had breakfast, told Moros a few casual words about the progress of his work (in fact, neither the old butler nor Cook showed any interest in this matter), and then buried himself in the treasure house. Lunch and dinner would be sent to him specially, and he would often work late into the night with the light blue glow of the planet.
He also gradually adapted to the special environment in the tower. Various phantoms often appeared in the corners of his eyes, and a figure wearing a tattered cloak would disappear when he turned around to pay attention. There are often unfinished words floating in the air. Sometimes you will suddenly feel a chill, or an inexplicable change in the air flow, as if the doors or windows were suddenly opened. Occasionally, the tower itself will sigh in the wind. The ancient rock of this tower has experienced countless centuries and has aged long before it was built.
Slowly, he begins to learn to decipher the traps that surround some of the most valuable books in the library. This research has been instrumental in his recent work on collation. He quickly became an expert at deciphering and setting up magical traps and heavy traps, just as he had done with the secrets within Dalaran's thick gates. In fact, there are many similarities between the two. For example, in order to avoid being discovered, he needs to create the illusion that the trap has not been cracked in the cracked book. Deciding how to defeat a trap (whether it's very powerful or just a small trap or completely unprotected) is only half the battle.
The books he deciphered using various means and his dexterous knife were without exception far beyond the scope of his knowledge. Their contents were of the highest order, and Khadgar was determined to understand them one day. Either with his own knowledge or knowledge from Medivh.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUTOUT REMOVING this incident long later, he still felt very confused. What on earth did Medivh use this library for? No matter how you look at it, it seems that he has never really used it at all except to litter the floor with precious books and old stationery. The wizards of the Kirin Tor basically protect their files and information to a greater or lesser degree, and they will definitely hide the most precious ones well. But Medivh threw everything together. Like he didn't actually need them at all.
Unless this was a test, Khadgar thought, one that kept the would-be apprentice in the dark.
Now all the books have been returned to the shelves. The most valuable (and least visible) ones are placed on the upper floors and protected by chains. The lower floors contain books such as folk tales, history, diaries, etc. Scrolls are also placed here, ranging from the most common items sales and transactions in Stormwind City to the most precious epic records, and finally the information about Aegwynn that Khadgar is particularly interested in. The mother that Medivh claimed.
¡°If she really lived eight hundred years, she must have been a powerful mage, Khadgar thought. The spell-protected books on the upper shelves may contain more information about her. But so far, those books have resisted all his attempts, and his efforts to crack their seals and mechanisms still failed to make him move forward. Every time he couldn't help but try to open those books, the trap-detecting cricket always made a terrifying wail.
However, there are still many other things to do, such as collecting and repairing fallen pages. Rebind tomes that have fallen apart and sort (or at least read) correspondence. Several recent letters were written in Elvish. It also includes a type of writing that Khadgar doesn't understand at all (judging from various sources, it may be some kind of secret language). The lacquer seals on the letters showed that they came from different places around the world, Azeroth, Khaz Modan, Lordaeron, and even places that were never marked on the map. Khadgar saw a vague outline: a huge secret organization was communicating with each other using cipher letters, and Medivh was one of them
Several ancient grimoires have also been encrypted with this ciphertext, and most of the content has been processed into slang and the alphabetical order has been reversed. None of the cryptographic methods Khadgar knew could be used here. Perhaps they combined various encryption methods to create their own ciphertext.
result. By devouring the elementary tutorials on Elvish and Dwarven languages ??in the library, Khadgar finally found the way to decipher those cryptic grimoires one afternoon. At the same time, Medivh suddenly came back.
Khadgar neither heard the sound of Medivh nor felt any noise, and the air around him suddenly changed. Like a herd of animals fleeing a forest fire that had just passed by. The young mage turned around on his chair and saw who it was if it wasn't Medivh. His broad shoulders filled the entire hall, and his robes and cloak billowed in the air, making a hunting sound.
 "Sir, I" Khadgar half stood up on the chair, smiling and preparing to report the situation, but found that the Master Mage's hair was messy, and his usually soft and bright green eyes were now staring with anger. Hold yourself.
"There is a thief!" Medivh pointed at Khadgar and shouted, "Someone has broken into the tower!" The astral mage pointed at his assistant and began to recite a spell in a terrifying voice that was simply impossible. is what humans can emit.
In desperation, Khadgar raised a hand and drew a protective mark in front of himself. But in the face of Medivh's spell, all his efforts were essentially nothing more than making random rude gestures. A wall of air formed in front of Khadgar, encompassing him and the chair. The grimoires and tutorials crossed the table and fell to the ground like several ferries caught in a strong storm. Scattered notebooks were flying in the air.
A surprised Khadgar was pushed back by the wall of air and hit a bookshelf behind him. The bookshelf began to tremble, and the future apprentice was now afraid that it would fall over, undoing all his efforts so far. Fortunately, the bookshelf kept its balance just right. But the invisible force oppressing Khadgar's chest became stronger and stronger.
"Who are you?!" Medivh yelled, "What do you want to do here?!"
The young mage struggled futilely in the wall of air, resisting the heavy pressure on his chest and said: "Khadgar," he took a breath with every word he said, "assistant, organizer, library, your order." He also thought about how simple Moros' speaking style was. Is it for the same reason?
Khadgar's words made Medivh look confused. Suddenly, he calmed down like a person who had just woken up from a deep sleep, and then moved his hands slightly, and the air wall immediately collapsed. Khadgar's legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.
Medivh approached him and put his hands on Khadgar to help him stand up: "I'm sorry, kid." He was a little embarrassed, "I forgot you were still here I thought you were a thief"
"A thief who leaves the house cleaner than when he came." Khadgar said, feeling some pain in his lungs when he breathed.
"Yeah," Medivh looked around the room and nodded with satisfaction (of course, ignoring the chaos he had just caused), "it's not bad. I believe I still remember qingchu: No one before To be as good as you."
"I have sorted the books into categories," Khadgar said, still breathing hard and standing unsteadily. "On your left are history books, including epics. The middle part is legends and legendary materials. Classified by language and content. Shit. On the balcony are those books that are professional materials, alchemical research notes, spell explanations and theoretical hypotheses. In addition, books that are too powerful for me to look through and confirm the contents are also placed there. Maybe you need Came to inspect them myself.¡±
"Not bad." Medivh was so focused on observing the tidy library that he didn't listen carefully to Khadgar's words. "I should say it's great. You did a great job. It's great." He looked around the library again, with an expression on his face. As if he had regained his purpose in life, "That's really great. You did a great job. So. Come with me now."
The master mage walked to the door, stepped on the stairs to the upper floor, then turned around and asked: "Are you coming?"
Khadgar now felt as if he had been knocked unconscious by a fireball: "Come? Where are you going?"
"Come on," Medivh said briefly, "come quickly. Otherwise we will be late. Time is of the essence!"
The old mage took the lead and quickly went upstairs. Under his inspiration, Khadgar's steps became brisk.
"What's on the top of the tower?" On a platform near the top, the panting Khadgar finally caught up.
"Flying point," Medivh said sharply. Then he stopped again, seeming to hesitate for a while. His shoulders suddenly relaxed. At that moment, the anger in his eyes seemed to have burned out: "I must apologize. My old habits have happened again."
"My lord?" Khadgar was stunned by Medivh's strange behavior, which was like a transformation.
"My memory is very confusing. I don't know if what I remember is the truth, young trust," said the Star Mage. "I should have remembered that you were still in the tower. But I don't know what happened. I suddenly Just assume that you are"
"My lord?" Khadgar interrupted, "Time is life, huh?"
"Time" Medivh nodded and turned away, "Yes, time is life. Hurry, we can't waste time!" As he said that, as if to implement these words, the old man began to step into two gears at a time. Go up the stairs.
Khadgar realized that this haunted tower and its messy library were not the only reasons why Medivh's assistants had voluntarily resigned. He followed quickly.
The old housekeeper was waiting for them at the observatory on the top of the tower.
"Moros," Medivh shouted as soon as he arrived, "if you are willing, blow your golden whistle. That is your right."
"Hey," the servant responded, and he took out a small whistle and blew it. The runes and seals written in Dwarven language were carved on the side of the whistle tube, shining brightly in the firelight. "Exercise of rights, sir, here they come."
"Them?" Khadgar asked tentatively. Before he finished speaking, the sound of several pairs of giant wings beating the air sounded above his head. Medivh looked down at the buildings under the tower, while Khadgar looked up following the sound.
Several giant birds descended from the sky, their wings glowing under the reflection of the moonlight. No, that's not a bird. Khadgar looked at the griffin. They have the body of a giant cat, but at the same time they have the head and front paws of an eagle, and their wings are golden.
Medivh took one of the giant beasts and grabbed the reins on its head: "Pick one, let's set off."
Kadra looked at these giant beasts. The one closest to him raised its head and let out a scream, and tapped the stone tile floor with a huge claw.
"I have never" The young man was at a loss, "I don't know how"
Medivh frowned: "Don't the Kirin Tor even teach you this? I don't have the time now." He raised his right index finger and touched Khadgar's forehead, silently reciting a spell.
Khadgar screamed and fell backwards in horror. The old mage's touch made him feel like a piece of hot iron had been forced into his brain.
Medivh said: "Now you know. Ride up, now."
Khadgar touched his forehead and let out an exclamation. He did know now, how to properly control and ride a gryphon (even one without a saddle), and how to ride standard dwarf and non-dwarf ways. He knew how to turn in the air, how to hover in the air, and of course, most importantly, how to make an emergency landing.
Khadgar mounted his gryphon and felt a sharp pain in his head again. This new knowledge seemed to be pushing out the original knowledge in his brain to permanently occupy a place in his head.
"Are you ready? Follow us!"
Setting off, the two giant beasts stretched out their bodies and slowly rose up against the air. These giant creatures could easily carry an armored dwarf, but the weight of a robed human was near their limit.
Khadgar operated his griffon professionally, followed Medivh in a roundabout descent, and adjusted the height to a height slightly higher than the treetops. The dull, severe pain in his head continued to spread around the point where Medivh had touched, and now he felt light-headed and dizzy. Despite this, he could follow the movements of the astral mage as accurately as if he had spent his entire life on the back of a gryphon.
The young mage tried to catch up with Medivh and ask him about their destination and the purpose of going there, but he could not get ahead of him. Of course, even if he did it, Khadgar would actually be quiet, and the loud noise of the wind would swallow up his words. So he had no choice but to follow Medivh obediently, flying over the approaching mountains, and then turned east.
Khadgar could not tell how long they had been flying. He had dozed off and on several times on the back of the gryphon, but his hands were still holding the reins tightly, and his gryphon had been keeping the same pace as Medivh's. When Medivh suddenly turned right, Khadgar suddenly woke up from his deep sleep (if that could be called a deep sleep) and followed the Astral Mage to fly south. Khadgar's headaches have completely gone. All that is left is a vague memory of the pain.
Khadgar now found that they had flown out of the mountains and were flying over the wilderness. At their feet, countless pools and lakes reflected the broken moonlight. This is a huge swamp or wetland, Khadgar thought. It was already dawn, and the eastern horizon had turned white, welcoming the new day that was about to come. (To be continued) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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