Chapter 343 Fooling Medivh
"Medivh!?"
Hearing this name, all the elves, including Kael'thas, immediately stood up and took out their weapons.
This demigod-level Guardian of Tirisfal was synonymous with Sargeras at the beginning. Although I don't know why he was resurrected, if he really wanted to fight, I'm afraid everyone at the scene might not be able to beat him...Of course it was in the past His.
Medivh was interrupted to speak, he was a little dazed for a while, and after a few seconds he sighed and said, "Yes, I am the once fallen guardian Medivh, thanks to Duke Theron, you can recognize me. "
Charlemagne's mouth twitched, and he crazily complained in his heart,'Nonsense! Turned into a raven, claiming to be a prophet and wearing a feather cape, if I don't recognize it, I can go to Lake Ellendal! '
But recognition is one thing. Why did this guy come to Quel'Thalas? He didn't seem to have been here in the original history, right?
Medivh didn't care about the vigilance of everyone present. He cleared his throat and continued, "Continue to talk about the topic just now. I hope that the high elves can migrate to the Kalimdor continent. There is no hope for this eastern continent."
After Medivh finished speaking, the meeting hall fell into a strange silence, and Kael'thas and the council members looked at each other amusedly.
"Guardian Medivh, although I don't know what kind of thinking you are in to say such a thing, but you should also know that this is impossible. We high elves have lived and worked here on the sunwell for thousands of years, and now you let us abandon our own. Home and family across the sea to Kalimdor?"
Although Kael'thas remained polite and did not sneer at Medivh, the meaning in his words was already obvious, and he refused to accept Medivh's suggestion.
Although Charlemagne knew what Medivh meant, he also didn't think the high elves should migrate. "Although I don't know what you saw in the Twisting Nether, I'm sure that what you know must not be the whole picture of the incident. We almost guessed the intention."
Medivh's eyes widened suddenly, he looked at Charlemagne in disbelief and said, "How is that possible! The Burning Legion has not officially entered Azeroth yet, how did you..."
Charlemagne smiled mysteriously, "You are wrong. Although the Burning Legion did not enter in large numbers, the advance team sent by Kil'jaeden has already arrived."
As he spoke, he used arcane magic power to condense a pocket version of the phantom of the Dreadlord on his hand, "I don't know if you've heard of the Nathrezim race, but my scouts happened to find one of them in the Dragonblight recently by coincidence." One, this guy seems to be called Tichondrius."
Although Tichondrius has transformed into a high elf, this guy is still very secretive. He thinks he has escaped the surveillance of the giant eagle, but he doesn't know that Charlemagne secretly sent Emmoreel to keep Xueyu in The sky is watching him.
Tichondrius went to Dragonblight to bury Frostmourne. Xueyu saw with his own eyes that he walked into a cave in the northeast of Dragonblight with a sword and changed back to his original form. After that, he came out empty-handed .
In order to avoid being discovered by Tichondrius, Emeril did not get too close to the dreadlord, and he withdrew immediately after he left the cave and returned to Icecrown Citadel to report the news to Charlemagne.
Medivh shrank his pupils, looked at the spinning pocket model in Charlemagne's hand, and said solemnly, "The Dreadlord...I didn't expect them to have entered Azeroth in advance."
Charlemagne erased the image with a wave of his hand, stared closely at Medivh and said, "Although the purpose of the Burning Legion is unclear, the various visions that appear in Northrend should be related to them."
Now the war between Ner'zhul and Azronelub seems to be over, and the winner is Ner'zhul, who has completely enslaved the entire spider race.
Medivh sighed and said, "Okay, since you already know about the Burning Legion's movements, I'll tell you what I know."
Immediately, he told everyone present about the plan he had heard from the mouth of the demon in the Twisting Nether.
Kael'thas unconsciously tapped on the table with his fingers, with a thoughtful look on his face, "weaken Azeroth's power?"
"That's right, after the undead legion weakened the resistance of Azeroth, the Lich King will use the artifact to summon Archimonde, the number two figure of the Burning Legion, to Azeroth. At that time, the Eastern Kingdom will completely Hopeless."
Charlemagne sat down funny, took a sip of Ningshen flowers and plants on the table and said, "Mr. Medivh, you seem to have some logic problems. The Eastern Kingdom can't stop Archimonde. Limudo can't stop it either."
"Do you know that Archimonde twisted the neck of Malorne, the most powerful demigod in the War of the Ancients? Don't you think that the night elves alone can stop the demigod now that the demigod is completely lost?" Archimonde?"
Medivh paused lightly on the ground with his staff. "In any case, there is more hope than the eastern kingdoms that have been ravaged by undead. Moreover, the night elves have existed for more than 10,000 years. Maybe there will be some hidden means."
The corners of Charlemagne's mouth twitched, 'After all, you just want Archimonde to leave the Eastern Continent to harm the night elves, right? Surely your identity as a human precedes your identity as a guardian? '
However, this kind of thinking is closer to Charlemagne. These night elves have been an immortal race for too long. Since Tyrande in the whole race, their noses are almost up to the sky. Sometimes they even call other races unscrupulously. mortal.
Kael'thas nodded slightly at this time and said to Medivh, "Anyway, I would like to thank Mr. Medivh for bringing us precious information. If the Battle of Kalimdor really starts, the high elves will definitely not stay out of it. "
Medivh saw that he couldn't convince the Sun King, so he stepped forward anxiously and said, "But if you don't leave the Eastern Continent, you will definitely become the targets of the undead army and Archimonde. You mustn't forget the huge temptation of the Sunwell, right?" ?”
Kael'thas and the members of the council looked at each other, with a confident smile on their faces, "Regarding this, due to Duke Theron's reminder, we have already prepared a plan. Once the undead army starts to move, we will immediately open the cover." The enchantment covers up the fluctuations of the Sunwell."
If such a huge energy source as the Sunwell is not well hidden, it will definitely arouse Archimonde's interest. After all, it is made of the well water from the Well of Eternity, just like the Nordrassil World Tree. The part of the well that Dan pours into Mount Hyjal has significantly more water than the Sunwell.
Although this method cannot completely deceive everyone, as long as Archimonde, an extremely arrogant eredar demon who doesn't understand Azeroth, doesn't know, his first goal will still be to emit a more powerful The world tree with magical breath.
As for the Nightwell, Kael'thas has already taught Elisande this enchantment that the high elves have only researched for 20 years through exchanges. It's not too pleasant to come to cheat them.
Seeing that the high elves are determined to stick to it, Medivh sighed helplessly, "In this case, I will not advise anymore. I hope that the high elves will be seen in the battle of Kalimdor in the future. Farewell..."
"Please wait! Mr. Medivh, I have a question to ask you." Jaina, who had been silent all this time, called out at this time.
"Huh? You are Antonidas's apprentice, right? As long as I can answer, I will try my best to tell you."
Medivh's amiable attitude encouraged Jaina, and the Queen Proudmoore walked up to him with a look of admiration in her eyes and asked, "Can you tell me the whereabouts of your mother, Lord Aegwynn? I want to learn more from her." How arcane and independent witches survive!"
Medivh: "…"
(end of this chapter)