Time runs, time flies

The study began for me as soon as I found a decent accommodation. My father and I parted ways, and I cannot say that it was easy. I stayed with an elderly widow who lost her husband during his work. He was a magician's assistant. His death was quick and painless. Together with him, the magician that was conducting experiments was blown up. As a result of the explosion in this laboratory, no one survived. She has one child. Her daughter was with very little magical abilities. They were not enough to become a full-fledged magician, but enough to try to somehow help the magician in his work, or to become a simple village witch, who can only call rain and then after several weeks of magic.

This girl's name was Lola, and she was seventeen years old. Young and pretty, a girl, but with her own interests. As soon as she found out that I was studying to be a magician, she immediately began to cling. Her mother did not oppose this. In order to somehow distract her from me, I had to throw off some materials about magic to her. It's not difficult for me, they are not secret, but the girl will be pleased. And she will lag behind me. If I had known that she would be possessed by magic, then perhaps I would have thought three times before giving her knowledge. Only after that, I would have thought about this decision two more times, but time cannot be returned. Perhaps it will be beneficial in the future somehow.

I lived in a small room on the second floor. I had access to the shared bathroom as well as the kitchen. And if I had a desire, then I can cook food. But the hostess did all the cooking, and I can say that she cooked very tasty. She may not be a professional chef, but she's already got her hand on this. Her name was Lolita. It turned out interesting. The mother's name is Lolita, and the daughter is Lola.

There was a bed in my room, that's understandable. In addition to that, there was a large oak study table and a shelf for books. As soon as I settled in there, I immediately posted my books there. Lola looked at them in the first days with such desire that I even got goosebumps. If someone looked at me like that, I would definitely run away ...

"Can I read something from these books?" Lola asked, looking with her puppy eyes.

"Lola," her mother called, and then added to me. "Sorry, Mr. Wizard. She's not out of spite. She's just interested in magic."

"I'll think about it," I replied, after nodding to Lolita.

That's exactly how I ended up giving her books. For a while, I wondered why she wasn't married yet. No matter how different this world is, and no matter how different it is from my own, ordinary people get married quite early in the Middle Ages. Although ... if you more thoroughly, there is magic in this world, and it serves as a huge factor that affects society in various forms. So over time, I learned that the number of children with defects is minimal, and if one is born, then several sessions with a magician-doctor can fix everything, making a healthy patient out of the sick. It was quite difficult to accept, but I was able to do it. Nevertheless, I still had some prejudice from my past world.

My father got a job at the Violet Citadel. He became a simple janitor, working with magical artifacts. At first, I didn't quite understand why he was hired for this job. The thing is that artifacts and spells for clearing any territory are quite simple and completely uncomplicated. But my father somehow got this job and with it the room in the citadel. I don't know what he promised, and at what cost he got this job. I just decided not to ask about it, because I'm sure he won't tell me anything truly.

The training itself was both challenging and simple. I had to study a lot and remember a massive amount of theoretical knowledge, books, and other things. I also needed to learn how to properly keep a laboratory journal and what to write there. Academic lessons were replaced by practical ones, and then vice versa. I had classes in artifacts, potions, an introduction to shamanism, combat magic, and general magic. Besides, some lessons included general sciences such as geography, political science, and other sciences. As it turned out, the school of Varanas magicians was elite and taught really well.

All teachers were masters in their direction, and some even in more than one direction. There was no one among them under seventy years of age. Let's just say that they were only happy to increase the load to the maximum and squeeze everything out of the student. You just had to show your desire. Every day I came home tired. After a quick snack, I went to my room and continued to study, sometimes sitting up late into the night.

Workouts, projects, and experiments. All this was connected in such a sequence that I even somewhat lost the sense of time. Every single day, it was the same. And only sometimes it changed to something else. The result of these active training was that my magic source and magic reserve began to grow and develop quite quickly. At the end of the year, they were almost three bigger higher than before.

I studied theory in Potions for the first three months. Then there was practice, and then theory again. Artifactory is the same, but since it was not a priority, I did not lean too much on it. Let's just say the progress in potions, general and combat magic was much greater than in artifactory. For general subjects, I only set aside two days a week to distract myself from my studies. I immersed myself in it so deeply that I even missed local holidays.

Lola tried to pull me out for a walk, but I sat like a dummy and continued to cram magical sciences. After the third time, she gave up these attempts and continued to extort knowledge and books from me. It was also useful for me because I understood and realized it better after explaining this material to someone. It was nice and quite the right decision. Lola herself could only listen to theory and brew the simplest potions at the end of the year.

Communication with other young magicians that I met went wrong. And all for one reason ... In addition to studying, they wanted to have fun and rest. They went to group gatherings in taverns, on holidays, and on other occasions. I was cut off from public life and continued to study, not paying attention to anything. Whether it is rain, cold, or heat.

The sorcerers who were my teachers were only happy that they had such a diligent student and happily fed me with new knowledge, techniques, and other things that they learned from their own experience and after participating in skirmishes. This experience was valuable for me and allowed me to develop by leaps and bounds.

A whole year without rest flew by in an instant.

"Ali," Bormann said. It was a magician who taught me combat magic. He was an excellent magician with extensive experience. He taught me theory as well as the practice of magic duels and fights. "You have done well this year."

That's right, today is the last day, after which I have to decide whether I want to continue my studies or not. I already have enough knowledge to start doing my own research or even take a student. It's true. Besides, one very interesting and important ceremony was awaiting me today: acceptance at the Kirin Tor. This means that the surrounding magicians recognize my knowledge, and it also shows that I really tried hard. Rarely there is someone who receives this mark after a year of training from the magicians of Varan.

"Yeah," I told my teacher, watching the clouds slowly float across the sky. "If there were more hours in the day, I would have achieved even more."

"Perhaps," Bormann said. "Anything is possible. Take my advice. Take yourself a few months off. Go travel and explore the world. You've been in Dalaran the whole time. This is not good."

"Do you think so?" I asked him and looked at my hands.

"I'm sure about that," he replied. "The journey will be exactly what will transform all your knowledge and experience gained into a single complex, which can be called power. After that, you will understand when you need to return to school. Perhaps this will never happen, and you will take your own student."

"I don't think so," I shook my head. "I don't feel strong enough to train a student. In addition, there is still so much that I have not studied."

"This is the way of a magician," Bormann said and exhaled with a smile. He straightened his red robes and then smoothed his black hair down a little. "Always seek truth and knowledge."

I said nothing. Bormann just grinned and then disappeared into the glow of the teleporter. I have not yet mastered this magic. In order to start studying it, I had to explore many other topics, and I have been studying them all this year. When I return for the second year, I will concentrate on it.

I turned around and left the training field. It looked shabby—burnt earth with funnels, mud, and large boulders. The fight between magicians has never been easy. The stronger the magician is, the more damage he can inflict on the surrounding space. Compared to the beginning of my studies, I have become much stronger and more dangerous. Now, I think I could sew on all those pig-faced ones myself.

I scratched my eyebrow and continued my way. Returning home, I quickly took a shower and changed into a dress robe. It was simple, with a minimum of decoration. But, no matter how I looked at her, she looked stylish and attractive. Also, after the purchase, I worked on it and applied a network of protective enchantments. I have a dozen artifacts that are always on me.

The most important artifact was my staff. Any mage can cast without a staff. The staff can play many different roles. Depends on what the magician wants. This is why healers create staff for themselves, which will help them precisely in healing. Combat magicians have staff that will help in combat magic. Of course, some staffs simply increase spells' power if created through them, but this makes some restrictions for the mages themselves. Through such staffs, you will not use especially powerful spells, only spells of medium power. This did not suit me.

My staff was a simple artifact without any "bells and whistles". Only two spells were saved in it. One was offensive and the other defensive. More my skills and knowledge did not allow. To do this, I would have to put in a lot more effort to learn to the right level.

"You look cool," Lola said. She just recently turned eighteen. During this year, she has grown and blossomed. "Will you take me with you?"

"Thank you," I answered her compliment. "But perhaps not. I'll just go get the Kirin Tor mark."

"Just a mark, of course," she said. I just grinned at that but didn't say anything. Our relationship was friendly and has not developed into anything yet. I could change it with the transition to the horizontal plane, but I ... do not need it right now. I need to learn, and I will start a relationship later when I can easily use the portals, and I myself will be an archmage in terms of strength.

Lola turned away and went to her room, slamming my door with frustration. Our relationship was friendly. I kept pushing books for her, and she loved to tell me about events in the city, as well as about various rumors. I am not blind, so I understand why she is angry sometimes.

On the street, people didn't pay much attention to me. For them, I was just a simple magician, who for some reason, put on a dress uniform. I must obtain the Kirin Tor Mark at the Violet Citadel. After that, I will already think about what to do next.

The center of Dalaran hasn't changed at all since I arrived here. Yes, some celebration happened, changing it into something amazing. That's what I heard, but I did not attend it. I needed to keep learning. You know, I can't even believe that I survived this year in such an active study of magic.

Stopping, I exhaled. A light breeze stirred my hair, which had already grown in a year. Shaking my head, I continued on my way. At the Violet Citadel, no one stopped me. Only the magicians who were on guard carefully examined me and scanned me with their own senses. For them, I was as much a magician as many others.

Inside, the Violet Citadel has not changed at all. The same monumental building with amazing power. I didn't feel it before, and I couldn't appreciate this building, but now. Now I can only admire and wonder how it was built and what had to be done for this. With a breath, I passed the clerk and headed towards the reception desk. There I had an appointment.

The hallway was quiet. Only a few magicians stood and looked around attentively. When I approached, they only smiled at me but did not start a conversation. I didn't say anything either. They must be here to claim their Kirin Tor mark too. I wonder in what areas these magicians specialize. Okay, I'll find out later, if possible.

The appointed time came very quickly, and the door opened. One magician who was there nodded to us and invited us inside. With a shrug, I entered first. The other sorcerers followed me as they felt a little shy. The room we found ourselves in was large. Not even that ... it was huge. Statues of magicians, and ordinary knights, stained glass windows on the walls depicting scenes of magic, and simply multi-colored windows. Precious jewelry and bas-reliefs. All this made an unforgettable impression. In addition, the walls were decorated with flags with the Kirin Tor coat of arms in its official colors.

In the center stood a tall wizard in a handsome robe. He was drawn by power. He seems to be some kind of a big shot in Dalaran, and quite powerful at the same time. The other mages whispered quietly, looking at the mage with mild surprise and awe. I wonder if they really know him ... I don't know him.

"Good morning, sorcerers," said this wizard and raised his hands slightly up. Other magicians who were also here looked just as pompous and interesting. "Today, we welcome these four mages to the Kirin Tor, as we are confident in their knowledge and interest in studying magic."

He was silent for a few seconds and then continued to speak.

"Today, I have the privilege of holding the acceptance ceremony," said the magician in a calm voice. "My name is Krasus Reddragon, and I am the head of the Council of Six."

Wow ... When I studied non-magic subjects, I got enough information about the Council of Six. These are the true rulers of Dalaran. And just like that, to meet such a person, amazing. Moreover, the most important thing ... I wonder why he is here. I don't think it's simply to give a mark. Probably, one of the magicians present here is his relative. Then that explains everything. But who? Who can be his relative?

Taking a look at the other magicians who also wanted to undergo this ceremony, I shake my head. I just can't find any of these people to be relative to one of this city's rulers. But oh well. It doesn't hurt me in any way, so let's keep listening. Let's hope the ceremony won't last long.

The head of the Council of Six talked a lot, but it was interesting. For all the time, I have never felt tired or the desire to take a nap. Krasus spoke of valor as well as our future achievements. But one day it had to end. We lined up and held out our own hands for the seal.

The archmage took a small artifact and approached each one, leaving a magic sign. When he approached me, he hesitated a little. Only after that did he attach the artifact and a magic sign appeared on my hand in the form of an eye with three lines that go from it. He gave it a little bit of magical energy and the sign glowed with a light purple color. Not bad.

"Congratulations," Krasus said. "You are now officially the mages of the Kirin Tor."

There were claps. Since there were not very many magicians here, they could not create the feeling of a full hall and stormy applause. Even so, I felt pleasure as well as my worth. Other magicians who received this sign with me were also happy. Some of them will definitely celebrate this day loudly and with alcohol.

When the ceremony was over, I left this room and breathed in the fresh air of the Violet Citadel with pleasure. One more step was taken, another page of my history turned over. I am now officially a Kirin Tor mage. What should I do now?

"Congratulations," said the magician, and held out his hand to me to shake hands.

I answered him and looked him over with slight suspicion. He was pretty strong, and he could definitely tie me in a knot if I did something wrong.

"Thank you," I told him. "I had to try very hard to achieve this."

"I understand, Alistair," he said. I raised my eyebrow in slight surprise. "Don't be so surprised. You have attracted enough attention to your success. So ... oh yeah."

The magician tapped himself on the forehead and then said.

"Exactly, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lirem Winterstorm."

"Nice to meet you," I nodded to him.

"Of course," said the magician. "In general, you are now a Kirin Tor mage, did I understand correctly?"

"Yes," I confirmed it to him once more, and then showed my magic symbol. It lit up with slight violet light and then slowly extinguished.

"Excellent," the mage nodded, then added. "Would you like to earn some silver?"

"Perhaps I would like to," I answered him, and then bent down slightly. - "Do you have any work?"

"Yes, yes, of course," said Lirem. "I want to gather a group of mages to explore some ruins. The group is almost ready. We only need to get one more person.

"And?" I asked as if pushing him to say what he had to say. I wonder if he wants to invite me to his team? It should be interesting.

"Knowing your academic progress, I decided that you would be an excellent addition to our team."

I was flattered by the words of the magician. But I do not consider myself as such a cool magician. I may have learned something, but how much more I need to learn. To be honest, I am ready to agree to go on this little trip. I will be able to gain experience there, but at the same time, I will be dispersed from studying. And it's worth making some acquaintances. Tapping my fingers on my staff, I nodded my head.

"Okay," I nodded to him. "If you invite me to join you, then I will join you with pleasure."

"Of course, I invite you," the magician nodded contentedly. "I did not expect any other answer from you."

"Well, I could have refused," I answered him, to what the magician smiled. "But oh well."

"Great," he nodded. "Then, we're going to be here tomorrow morning at eight."

"Got it," I nodded to him. "I will be here."

Lirem turned on his heels and quickly walked off somewhere. On the way, a portal lit up around him, and he disappeared. That was a cool departure. Hmyknuv, I also went out into the street. After that, I decided to have a bite to eat in a small cafe, and I witnessed how several warriors began to bully the elves that were drinking some kind of drink.

"Hey, beautiful," one of them said. I wonder why he decided that the elf would be interested in talking to him. "I would carry you in my arms if you spread your legs."

Putting my food aside, I just watched the situation. In general, this tackle sounds very stupid. The elf didn't even move her ear but continued to drink her tea. Other people who were also in this cafe did not pay attention to what was happening. They just kept going about their business.

"Hey girl, does your mother need a son-in-law?" the mercenary continued to press.

"No," the elf replied calmly, without looking up at the man. "I'm not interested in you."

"Ah," said the mercenary and grabbed his chest. - You broke my heart! Well, there is no way… "

After that, he returned to his comrades, who began to laugh at him. A funny situation. And I thought that everything would turn to physical confrontation. And here's how it turned. It seems that the mercenary is not stupid enough to attack an elf, much less a female one in Dalaran.

When I finished lunch, I decided to finally go to my new home. Taking the keys in hand, I threw them several times up and went. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the elf also got up and followed right behind me. I did not look at her, but I felt with my magical sense that she continued to follow me. I turned around several times to check my thoughts. The elf continued to follow me, following on a reasonably long distance. Sometimes I felt her calm gaze on my back. The herd of goosebumps ran from this gaze. Squeezing the staff a little harder, I turned towards the empty passages. I was here several times and managed to study them a little.

I quickly turned a corner and cast an invisibility spell on myself. The elf approached the place where I stood and then stopped. She began to carefully examine the surrounding area and sniff at something. After nodding her head a little, she turned to me and said:

"Found you."

The invisibility disappeared from me, but I was already preparing a spell to try to somehow get out of here. I didn't like this situation. I didn't like her very much. What does this elf want from me?

"What do you want from me?" asked her.

"Me?" she asked with surprise. "Actually, nothing. What do you want? Why did you look at me like that all the time in the cafe? If it was lust, I would sense it."

"It was just an interesting situation," I said, dismissing the spell visually. In reality, it would fly at my enemy at any moment. Leaning on my staff, I added: "I've never seen anything like that to happen."

"Is that all?" she asked calmly. "And you have no desire to kill me, steal, sell into slavery or rape?"

"No," I told her. Where did she even get such thoughts in her head? I just watched the situation and nothing else. If everything went for the worst way, then I might have intervened to help her.

"So you think I'm ugly?" with half-closed eyes, she asked. "Am I ugly?"

I suddenly wanted to close my eyes and try to disappear somewhere. An idiotic situation. It would be better if I continued to study magic and did not leave Varana magicians' training. Such a situation would not have happened. Maybe it would not have happened.

"No, no," I replied, seeing that the elf was waiting for an answer. "You are beautiful..."

"So you want to date me?" she asked with a sneer and then added. "Not mature yet."

I just said nothing. The elf chuckled and went somewhere arrogantly. But on the way, a curious situation happened to her. A black cat ran out and briskly ran across her path. The elf only hesitated, and then, lifting her nose, continued on her way. Hmm ... What a strange situation. I absolutely do not understand what just happened, and I will not even try to understand. Well, whatever, I am still alive.

Coming out of these alleys, I went home. Neither Lola nor Lolita was here. It looks like they have gone about their business. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to return to reading a fascinating tract on arcane magic. It is interesting in that it contains information, as well as a technique for developing new spells. I'm not even trying to create new spells, as I don't have enough knowledge, but it's never too late to learn techniques for that. And you know, the faster, the better. Soon, I will not have access to the library of Varan's mages. It will close tomorrow, to be more precise.

Lola returned in the evening. She went somewhere for a part-time job. If I'm not mistaken, she's learning something from some dwarf dressmaker and helps in the store. Lolita works as a clerk in a small bank, which is located three alleys from the house. In general, the ladies live their own lives.

"Ali, are you already here?" asked Lola, bursting into my room. She loves to do it, and I do not scold her for it. It even pleases me, as I felt some warmth from such actions. I didn't want our relationship to be lean and simple. "Oh, what are you reading?"

"Books about the charts for constructing spells," I replied calmly and returned to studying the books. "It's a pity that tomorrow it will be necessary to return it."

"Hmm, will you move out?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I nodded. "I like it here. And I'm used to it already."

What I said was true. I really like this room and live with this family. I would not want to lose such a place.

"Then don't move," said Lola. "I'm sure if I ask my mother, she will definitely give you a discount."

I smiled and said nothing. Lola went inside and sat down on a chair. She was a pretty girl—nice oval face, straight hair that fell below her shoulders.

Exhaled, I leaned back on the bed and put aside the book.

"I'm going on a little trip tomorrow," I said calmly. "I don't know when I'll return, but I don't think the journey will take more than two weeks."

"Hmm," Lola drawled. "You need to talk about this with your mother. But I think you will find a solution. By the way, show me your label!"

With a chuckle, I lifted my sleeve and showed her the sign of the Kirin Tor. A slight effort and he glowed with a pleasant purple light. Lola looked at this sign as if spellbound. And I understand her, I, too, have not yet got used to it and could light this sign every time I look at my hand. It looks very cool.

"Congratulations," Lolita said. She stood in the doorway and did not dare to enter the room. Lolita was also a pretty woman. She was very similar to her daughter, and the only thing that differed between them was her eye color. Lola's were blue, Lolita's were green. "I heard the conversation. Just pay in advance, or marry my daughter."

"Well, mom," said Lola blushing. "We are just friends."

I raised myself a little from my bed and stared at the woman in surprise. Although yes, I understand her motives. As a magician, I will always earn enough. In addition, she has already managed to study me a little and understands that I will not allow my loved ones to vegetate in poverty. My father doesn't count, and he doesn't live in poverty. But I'm definitely not going to get married yet.

"Don't bother me here," she said sternly to her daughter. "If you yourself are not going to arrange your life, then I will do it for you."

Lola just turned and looked intently out the window, as if trying to find something there. I just nodded with a grin and stood up.

"So be it," I nodded. "I'll pay."

"Excellent," Lolita nodded. "For how long will you pay?"

"I'll take it for six months".

Having paid her quickly, I signed a contract. After that, Lolita herself signed it. Now, I can live here for the next six months, and in my absence, she cannot settle anyone here. Only if my death is proven. I like these rules in Dalaran.

Lola left, and I again plunged into the study of the information that was in the book. This scroll will simply disappear tomorrow. That was the kind of magic that was put on him. It's good that I've already copied enough into my books and diaries.

After that, there was a light supper and sleep.

In the morning, I quickly woke up and immediately went to wash. After that, I got dressed and packed my bag. The clock was just half-past seven. I managed to do everything I needed. My hiking bag contained some food, books, some tools, warm clothes, a change of clothes, a tent, a pot, and a bottle of water. I had a pouch with a few potions that I could use as a last resort under the robe. The mana recovery potions I got from my ancestor I decided to leave here. The thing is that their concentration is too high, and even one bottle will be enough to fill one hundred of my reserves. I learned to recognize this in potions. So, I'd better save it for the future. Having checked the security perimeter against thieves one last time, I exhaled in satisfaction. Very well.

It was somewhat chilly outside. Shivering, I quickened my pace and very soon walked out to the meeting place. Lirem was already there, as were two other sentient beings. One was human, and the other was an elf. I lost my pace for a few moments, and then came closer.

"Good morning, Alistair, " Lirem waved his hand to me. " Nice to see you."

I went over and shook his hand. The magician smiled and then said:

"Let me introduce you to Alleria Windrunner," he said, pointing to the elf. She nodded to me warmly. The elf was dressed in a green uniform. She had a rather large bow with a quiver of arrows behind her. Alleria wore the same green cape on her head that hid most of her golden hair. And she's pretty. Lirem switched to a man who was wearing heavy armor. He had a long, two-handed sword behind him that looked very dangerous. "This is Turalyon Concordius, the paladin.

"Glad to meet you," I said respectfully. "I hope that we will become friends."

"If you are not a supporter of evil, then we will definitely not be enemies," Turalyon said. "And if you happen to be them… then you won't carry your head on your shoulders."

"Of course," I answered very seriously.

The elf was only silent and did not say anything. I tried to feel her with my feelings and understood that she was not a very strong magician. Yes, Alleria certainly has some spells, but I don't think she's powerful. But I still won't bully her. She is an elf, and therefore spoiling a relationship with them is not the best idea.

"Excellent," said Lirem clapping in his palms. "Now we are going to our point, and there you will continue your acquaintance."

A teleportation spell lit around us. For a moment, we were covered with a purple swirl. A second later, we found ourselves in a completely unfamiliar place for me. We ended up in the mountains, at a relatively high altitude. I wonder what we're going to do here ...

***

Medivh gazed intently at the magical blue water of the spring. Mentally, he thought about his own steps and how he would communicate with the creatures outside Azeroth. Exhaling, he shook his head and then said to himself:

"If I don't, then the demons will definitely break into Azeroth."

"Yeah. Right."

He echoed the last phrase to himself. His face was staring at him in the water, but not his at the same time. It was the face of a powerful being called Sargeras. He completely controlled Medivh's thoughts and actions. That one, so to speak, was just a doll of a mighty titan. No thoughts of his own, no ideas. He has no love, no compassion—only one goal.

An evil smile appeared on his face, and if one of the reasonable saw it, he would immediately run away in fear. And so ... he could easily do his business in the Guardian's castle, in Karazhan. Exhaling, Medivh tuned in to the Burning Legion's call beacon and sent a projection of his mind there. Before this, he sent a signal to Kil'Jaeden to speak. He had already prepared everything and was just waiting.

The mind of Medivh-Sargeras appeared in a small dark room. In front of him sat six different creatures, from which it smelled of blood and the desire to kill. The Titan felt in each of these sentient beings what he needed so badly.

"Greetings," Gul'ddan said. His master told him who he would talk to, and also advised him to listen carefully. The orc shaman happily obeyed the demon.

"I came to negotiate," Medivh said in a calm tone. He saw green-skinned creatures and did not react to it in any way. If they are so stupid to sell their souls, they will not be suitable for anything more than being used.

"Listen," Gul'dan said again, shutting Blackhand with a single glance. He obeyed and only sniffed. But he could restrain himself and not make hasty actions. "What did you want to propose?"

"I can feel the noble desire to fight in your warriors," Medivh said. "I saw what great warriors they are, and therefore they deserve more. They are worthy to rule in other worlds."

-"Other worlds? - asked Gul'dan and then slightly leaned forward as if hoping to hear everything and not miss a word. He, too, realized that he had recently reached a dead end. The draenei were nearly annihilated, and the orc held great power. He happily used it to slowly drain the life around. He had fought glorious battles, slaying the draenei in the hundreds, sparing no one.

"That's right," said Medivh. "You will receive even more strength and power, and your soldiers will again bathe in the blood of enemies."

Power and Strength were magic words for most of the Shadow Council members. Everyone wanted to get more than they already have, and now they have such an opportunity. You just need to agree.

"What do you want?" Gul'dan asked carefully. "It's so easy to get into another world?"

"Immerse him in the flames of war," Medivh said. "I want the blood to flow in rivers so that women scream, and children cry."

"Ha, ha-ha," Blackhand suddenly laughed loudly. "I like your idea."

Medivh paused and looked at the orc carefully. He was somewhat obscured by this gaze.

"There is a world called Azeroth," Medivh said. "It can give you what your world began to lose. There is enough food, greenery, and other things that are so important to you."

"And how do we get there?" asked Gul'dan. This was a very important question, without which it is not worthwhile even to rock the boat.

"Portal," Medivh said. "You will build a portal arch in your world, and I will open a passage to mine. Then you rush in and spill blood."

"Okay," Gul'dan nodded. "But what should the portal look like? What is its structure?"

"You will find out very soon," Medivh said with a grin. After that, his projection increased slightly, and he added. "Start getting ready, we don't have much time left."

"Yes," Gul'dan nodded.

After that, Medivh dispersed his projection and exhaled with slight fatigue. Sargeras hid inside his soul, so much that no one else could even find and see him. If it were the whole soul of a titan, then he would not need the help of beings from another world. He would simply fulfill his goal and continue the campaign of conquest. But there was only a tiny part of his soul in Medivh's body, and it could not do anything but make plans to summon the base.