"Yes, boss, I feel that the way we played just now seems to be fine, right?" Maomaoyu didn't understand.

Zhuoer rolled his eyes and said that these little guys had no problem at all. Since that was the case, he could only continue to destroy it!

He had already discussed with Murphy yesterday and could not let these little guys rely too much on them. After all, they had decided that they would temporarily leave the game in a year and a half at most. In order not to let them fall apart after they got out of the game, the Blood Cross Guild would fall apart, so what should be taught must be taught slowly!

So Zhuoer simply said, "I feel no problem, what about the rest of you? What about?"

The little guys habitually didn't speak. This made Dow Murphy frown, but there were always people who spoke.

Black Moon Alpine said lightly: "Boss, we should have fought for the style of fighting just now. The reason for destroying the group is entirely because the healers' mana is not enough. The healers' mana is not enough because of the problem of natural resistance equipment, but the natural resistance equipment cannot be replaced, so we can only do some work on the use of healers' mana!"

Zhuoer smiled slightly and said, "Heiyue, tell me your opinion!" Zhuoer muttered in his heart: Heiyue, your question is not at the center of attention!

The Black Moon Alpine, who was not sure about the key points, said seriously: "So, my opinion is that the remote will naturally be as far away as possible from Princess Hahoran. At the same time, the remote profession will no longer let the healers add blood!"

Zhuoer raised his eyebrows, and the Black Moon Alpine finally reached the point and said, "Oh? Don't add blood to the remote profession?"

"Yes!" Black Moon Flying Dance said simply: "Don't add blood to the ranged profession. If the ranged profession loses blood, just bandage it yourself! In this way, the healers' mana value should be disbanded a large part of it!"

Zhuoer was silent for a moment and asked, "What do you think?" This was asked the entire team.

The little guys were silent for a moment before saying, "Maybe, you can try it!"

There was a boss who was remotely untreated, so the little guys were completely unresistent. Since this was the case, Zhuoer simply agreed and decided to give it a try next time.

Of course, the reason why Zoer agreed so simply is also reasonable that the distance professions should do this on Princess Hahoran.

"Okay, if you don't have any comments, wait for the distance professions to ask for good luck!" Zhuoer smiled and said, "I hope everyone has brought enough bandages!"

The little guys laughed, and if you don’t say anything else, the range professions must have brought a group of them. Not enough? Just ask melee players for it! Haha, what a simple thing isn’t it?

In the next two or three hours, the little guys went straight to Princess Hahoran.

The proposal of the Black Moon Alpine was correct. The little guys also slowly found the rhythm of fighting with Princess Hahoran as they opened up the land again and again. Princess Hahoran's health began to be lower than each other.

However, when Princess Hahoran's health reached fifty percent and the battle time finally delayed for five minutes, the problem arose again!

Even the little guys could not keep Princess Hahoran's blood down even after death, which annoyed the little guys.

Zhuoer saw that it was almost ten o'clock and the land had been opened for two or three hours. The little guys should be exhausted. Of course, their fighting spirit was getting higher and higher!

After all the bosses' training, the little guys have not developed other temperaments. When they encounter a boss, they are likely to push him to resist the landing, but they have cultivated a lot of temperaments.

This made Zoer Murphy very satisfied. You should know that the boss who opened the land was most afraid of was that someone would retreat. In this way, it would be easy to bring back other people who could still continue.

Now, the Blood Cross Guild is an elite. Not to mention anything else, they are more talented than the other, but looking at their ability to force themselves and Princess Alki and Lord Kerry and Vimmao who were able to avoid them only killed last month, you can understand what their mentality is!

We don’t believe it anymore, so we can’t deal with this dead boss!

The little guys were eating here and relaxing, waiting to wait and continue to fight with Princess Hahoran in all kinds of struggles, but Murphy asked simply: "By the way, I will continue to talk about what will happen after "The Last Guardian"?"

Seeing the little guys so well-behaved, Murphy is naturally very easy to talk to.

"Huh?" The little guys were stunned. Why did my sister-in-law say that again? Didn't he be unhappy to tell a story before?

Murphy shrugged and said simply: "Did you forget? Isn't this the previous agreement? Black Moon just made the right suggestions, so I'll tell a story!"

"Yes!" The little guys remembered that they had made such an agreement with Murphy before, but looking at their excited sister-in-law, they always felt like they were looking for trouble before. Now, looking at their sister-in-law taking the initiative to tell the story, they always felt like they were having trouble.

So do they decisively love each other? Let’s bet first!

I don't know what the little guys are nagging secretly, Murphy, who always keeps his word, has already started telling stories.

"I've seen them." Kardga said they returned to the Tower of Medivh. It's already seven days since then (Kardga took a full day off). During these days, Kardga's apprenticeship life was on track. Before breakfast, Kardga started an hour of spell practice under Medivh's guidance, from breakfast time to supper, and Kardga became Medivh's assistant, assisting the Astral Mage to complete various tasks. These include recording the spells Medivh noticed, or running to the library to repair books of one kind or another, or simply carrying his toolbox while Medivh was working.

He finally felt that working with this old man was quite enjoyable. It was a special moment, and he mentioned the attack in the swamp.

"Who have you seen?" Medivh glanced at him over the giant lens used for experiments. He wore a small finger ring on his hand, and an extremely thin probe was embedded in the ring. He was fiddling with the thing that looked like a mechanical bee, using the probe in his hand to check the bee's folded heavy wings.

"Those orcs," said Kardga, ​​"I've seen them before we started fighting with them."

"You didn't mention it to me when you first came here," Medivh looked a little absent-minded, his fingers were dancing weird dances, and the probes were in and out of the mechanical device. "I remember asking you about other races at that time, you didn't mention you've seen orcs. Where have you seen them?"

"In the illusion, just shortly after I came here," replied Kadega.

"Oh? You've encountered an illusion, well, you know there's a lot here. Moros should have told you that you know he's a little big-mouthed."

"I've met one or two, and I remember the one who compares qingchu was on a battlefield, those guys, I mean those orcs, on the other side, attacking us, I mean, attacking those humans who stand with me."

"Yes," Medivh moistened his lower lip, and the probe moved gracefully along the mechanical bee's copper breastplate.

"And I found that I was not here, not in Azeroth, nor in Lordaeron, where I was, the sky was as red as blood," Kardga continued.

Suddenly, Medivh's mood changed. His hair and beard stood up like an electric shock, and the probe on his hand also pierced the wrong part. The complex mechanical bee sizzled and flashed, and with a scream, it was scrapped.

"Red Sky?" Medivh no longer looked at the workbench, but turned his face and stared at Kadega. The strong magical energy rolled between his eyebrows freely, and there seemed to be a violent sea of ​​storms in his green eyes.

"Yes, the red sky is red like blood." Kadega said unhappily. He thought secretly that after repeated tempering, he seemed to have begun to adapt to Medivh's fickle personality.

Medivh's energy made a terrifying hissing. "Say! Keep talking! About that world, those orcs, those sky," he ordered coldly, "Tell me everything you know!"

Kardgar began to describe the illusion he encountered on the first night, mentioning everything he could remember. Medivh interrupted him from time to time and asked him questions like the orcs dressed, the way they looked like that world. What was there in the horizon and the sky, whether there were any flags in the orc army. Kardgar felt that his memories were turned over three layers inside and three layers outside. Medivh learned everything from Kardgar, except for one thing.

Apart from the strange and familiar look of the commander of the battle mage, Kardga felt that he should not mention these things. Moreover, Medivh's questions revolved around the world of the red sky and the orcs. Medivh hardly asked about the human defenders. When Kardga described those illusions to Medivh, Medivh seemed to calm down, but Kardga's words did not reduce Medivh's doubts, and the surging ocean was still rising and falling under his thick eyebrows.

"Strange." After Kadega finished speaking, Medivh said slowly, as if he was thinking about something. He leaned against the chair, tapping his fingers with the probe on his lips.

The house was shrouded in silence, and finally, Medivh spoke: "This is a new illusion, a very new illusion."

"Teacher." said Kardag.

"Medivh." The Astral Master reminded him.

"Teacher Medivh," continued Kardga. "Where do these illusions come from? Are those shadows from the past or omens from the future?

"All," said Medivh. He leaned back on the chair, "none of them either. Let's not talk about this. Now you go to the kitchen to get a can of wine, and today's work ends here. I think it's almost time for dinner, and I'm going to explain these illusions later."

When Kardag came back, Medivh was already comfortable sitting on a large chair, and the fire broke out. Medivh took out two large wine glasses, Kardag poured the wine, and the sweetness of the red wine mixed with the burning smell of the shirt wood, filling the whole house.

"How much can you drink?" Medivh asked him.

"Can drink a little bit," said Kardag. "In Violet City, it's normal to drink alcohol while eating."

"Yes," said Medivh. "By the way, you ask me about the illusion."

"Yes. Those illusions, and Moros..." Kadega hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to add another evidence to Moros's big mouth title, but he decided to continue. "Moros said that it's not only me who can see the illusions, everyone can see them all the time."

"He was right." Medivh said, and he took a big sip of wine and smacked his lips. "This wine is made of late-collection grapes, not too bad. Well... you know, this tower is built on an energy field. The surrounding magic energy will be gathered here by the force of the energy field. Such a place with thin time and space will cause space distortion because of the gathering of many magic energy, and will even make it an entrance to another world."

"What were those I saw at that time?" Kardga interrupted the Astral Mage, "Is it another world?"

Medivh put his finger to his mouth and shrewd, "I just said that the energy field generated for some reason will attract the magic energy around it and become a place full of energy. And Medivh Tower is such a place in Red Ridge Mountain. A long time ago, a huge explosion occurred here, forming this canyon and distorting the time and space here."

"The huge energy field generated by the explosion, is this why you live here?" Kardga asked in time, and Medivh shook his head and said, "You are wrong."

"You just said that there had been a big explosion here and made it a place where magical energy gather. Then you came..."

"Yes," said Medivh, "if you look at this in your usual way of thinking, it's really like this. But why can't it happen: it's because I'm finally here that the big bang happened and prepared me such a place full of energy."

Kardgar looked surprised. "That's impossible." "In a normal world, they won't," said Medivh. "But magic is an art that subverts common sense. This is why I say that the magic debate in Kenreto's hall is completely bragging and exaggeration. They just want to find a rational and perfect world, and they want to explain everything with laws. The rise and fall of stars, the alternation of seasons, the birth, old age, sickness and death of people, are all laws. But magic can invalidate the laws and change the orbits of stars. The changes of chaotic seasons and stop people's life and death are magic. The twisted space appears in the vast space of time and space, like a small fold on the floor, and can only wait for a hardworking person to discover and explore its mystery."

"But make me believe this place is entirely for you..." Kardga said in surprise.

“The real world is very different from what you see,” Medivh replied. “What exactly is what we should believe? How does time run?”

Medivh’s topic changed very quickly, and Kardga could not keep up at all. “Time?”

"We use it, we believe it, we use it to measure everything, but what exactly is it?" Medivh took a sip of wine and smiled at him.

"Time is a moment of constant flow, like sand in an hourglass." Kardag hesitated to express his opinion.

"A wonderful metaphor," Medivh appreciated. "Let's give an example, can you tell the difference between an hourglass and a clock?"

Medivh took another sip of wine, and Kardga lowered his head and thought about it. He shook his head slowly.

"Don't be discouraged, kid, it's not your fault. It's a difficult concept for you. A clock is a mechanical tool that simulates time, and is controlled by gears. When you disassemble the clock, you can find that every action of it is driven by a gear winding. You know what it will go next, because that's how the clockmaker designed it."

"Yes," said Kardga, ​​"time is very much like a clock."

"Yes, but time is also an hourglass," Medivh said. He grabbed the hourglass on the table and flipped it over.

Kadega looked at the hourglass and was stunned: it seemed that there was no hourglass on the table before Medivh received the wine. No, it should be said that, the moment Medivh reached out, there was no hourglass on the table. The hourglass seemed to pop out of thin air, which was amazing!

"Hourglass is also one of the ways in which time runs, isn't it?" asked Medivh.

"You can never know. At a certain moment, which sand is flowing from the top of the hourglass to the bottom. Even if you record the order of each sand grain, you will find that the order in each record is subtle. What is important is that the final result is always the same. That is, the sand will always flow from the top to the bottom. So "Medivh deliberately drags the long tone, and his eyes flash with strange brilliance.

"So," said Kardgar, "you mean, no matter how the cause and effect are arranged. Whether it is because of the explosion, you build a tower here; or because you need a place to settle down, it doesn't matter which statement is correct in both statements. What's important is that you have settled here now and the result is the same." "Very right." Mediev laughed. "So those illusions at that time are also, they are some time sands in the hourglass?" Kardgar was still full of doubts. Mediev leaned forward slightly, and the young apprentice immediately felt the pressure from Mediev. "If my tower was a huge hourglass rather than a clock, then at any time, there would always be some time sands flowing here. They were around everyone, so we often see them, but often we can't see them. Among these time sands, some came from the past and some came from the future. Can't some come from another world?"

Medivh gradually fell into deep thought, and now he looked more like he was talking to himself. "It is completely possible, it is entirely possible. Everything we see now will become illusions hidden around us in the future. If my tower is a clock, these illusions will appear regularly and will be easy to explain. But from the moment the tower becomes an hourglass, the laws are broken by the twisted time and space, and each illusion appears around us with its own laws, and it becomes even more difficult to explain them." Medivh leaned back to the back of the chair, with his mouth slightly raised.

These are really interesting. I have never liked a neat and arranged universe and space-time." Cardagha nodded in understanding. "You have seen such special illusions. Is there no way to predict the future through those illusions?" Medivh's mood suddenly fell down again. "Is there no way to avoid that future?" Medivh murmured. "No, they are the kind of things that even a wizard has to keep awe. Yes, they are such awesome things."

"But" "No," Medivh rudely interrupted the apprentice and drank the wine in the glass. "Now you have drunk a lot of wine, let me see what impact it has on your magic control. Come, float my wine glass." Kardga frowned, and he felt a little drunk. He said vaguely: "But we have drunk a lot." "Yes," Medivh replied, "You should keep your state, you will never know when those sands of time and space will appear rashly. There are two solutions, or you should always be vigilant and avoid the sinister fate; or you enjoy life comfortably and wait until bad luck comes before you can pay the price. Don't wait until the battle is in progress, you should prepare for the future. Okay, use your floating technique, hurry!"

Kardga didn't know how much he had drunk, so he tried to stay awake and tried to make the heavy pottery cup float... A few minutes later, he set out to the kitchen to find tools to clean the fragments of the pottery cup.

Every night, Kadega had some free time to do some magic exercises and research, while Medivin did some other work. Kadega was very curious about what these work were. He thought these work was related to a dwarf. The dwarf came to the tower on a griffin and came twice a week. Each time he brought something and took something away. The things were packed in his bag. Kadega didn't know what they were.

Medivh allowed young apprentices to freely read materials in the library, and even allowed him to look for questions raised by the wizards of Kenreto. "I only have one request," Medivh smiled. "I have to see the letter you sent to Kenreto." Kardga's expression became very unnatural. Medivh saw his embarrassment and smiled: "I'm not worried that you would hide something from me, young trust, but that you know my memory. I just hate them knowing things that I might have forgotten."

With Medivh's permission, Kardag was buried in the vast library. He found a catchy scroll of ancient epics for his first teacher, Jazba, which recorded in detail the battle between Medivh's mother Egwen and an unknown demon; listed a bibliography of the history of the elves for Ms. Dales; read all the monster manuals he could read for Aurunda, but unfortunately he still could not infer the existence of the fifth troll from it. At the same time, Kardagag also continued his initial magic practice. Of course, he was also looking for ways to crack those ancient books, which were protected by powerful magic, which made him unable to read the precious materials. In order to find clues to crack the barrier, Kardagag also often studied the cracking method without sleep.

Another thing he has been busy with recently is the "Guardian". Medivh once mentioned it. Sir Lothar once thought Medivh had revealed the Guardian to him, but when he found that Medivh hadn't said it at all, he quickly changed the subject. It seemed that this was a huge secret. Guardian, more than a name, an illusion shadow, no more real than those illusions that appeared in the tower all day long. The ancient books of the elves have always had the name Guardian. Guardian also appeared in the royal history of Azeroth. He often appeared in a wedding or funeral, or in the vanguard of an attack. It is often mentioned, but it has never been described in detail. This is Guardian. Is it a title, or the mother of Medivh who lived for eight hundred years?
Chapter completed!