"My God... what on earth is that?"
When Anduin Lothar, Medivh, and Khadgar arrived at the battlefield with a detachment of soldiers, all of them were stunned.
It wasn't that the sorcerer's display itself was shocking.
Mages weren't rare on Azeroth, and they had one of the strongest mages in the world standing right beside them.
What truly stunned them were the frozen monsters.
They had no idea what these creatures were.
A few days earlier, Lothar had received urgent orders from Stormwind and rushed back from Ironforge.
Someone was attacking Stormwind's outer fortresses.
The reports he received along the way were deeply unsettling.
After nearly lecturing Khadgar in the morgue, Lothar contacted Medivh through the King of Stormwind.
After some discussion, the three of them entered Elwynn Forest.
Their goal was clear.
Those wolf-riding, heavily armed, seemingly unstoppable giant monsters were somewhere in this forest.
To understand what they were facing, they needed captives.
So this elite force set out.
They searched for days with no results.
Until today.
During a routine sweep, both mages sensed a surge of magic.
Following that pulse, they arrived here.
And saw this.
The sight was genuinely shocking.
The extreme cold had already weakened, but traces of it still lingered.
The massive monsters were frozen solid, like grotesque ice sculptures.
Most shocking of all, one of them was suspended in midair.
There was no ice beneath its feet.
It simply hung there.
Unnaturally.
"This mage is incredibly powerful," Khadgar whispered as he turned to Medivh.
"Guardian... what should we do? Should we ask him to thaw them?"
"Thawing them won't help," Medivh said calmly.
"They're already dead."
His gaze lingered on the green light still faintly glowing within the frozen remains.
His brow furrowed.
"It seems things really are troublesome."
Truly troublesome.
Medivh recognized that green energy almost instantly.
The familiar, hateful whisper in his mind began to stir again.
He had long been aware of his condition.
For years, he had devoted everything to suppressing it.
He had even severed contact with Lothar and Llane for six full years, hoping to eliminate the threat.
The results were poor.
His condition was getting worse.
At this point, Medivh had not yet been fully corrupted.
It was a process.
A slow one.
But his state was already terrible.
Resisting the demon consumed nearly all of his focus.
He couldn't use his full power.
If he overextended his magic and weakened his mind, the consequences would be catastrophic.
That was why even casting one or two spells left him looking exhausted.
He wasn't tired.
He was fighting a demon every second.
As for the young, unfamiliar mage ahead of them...
Medivh could tell he was powerful.
Very powerful.
Not someone to provoke lightly.
But he sensed no hostility.
So Medivh chose not to interfere.
This situation could be handled by Lothar and Khadgar.
His strength needed to be saved for far greater dangers.
In this, Medivh was wrong.
It wasn't that Noah lacked malice.
He was simply stunned.
He had finally confirmed where-no, when-he was.
This was the first... no, that wasn't right.
The first time had been long ago.
Then this had to be it.
The period when the orcs had just entered Azeroth.
Which meant only one thing.
The people in front of him were Medivh, Lothar, and Khadgar.
All of them.
At once.
Meeting so many legendary figures in person made even a half-informed player like Noah feel excited.
But that excitement vanished almost instantly.
Because he remembered something else.
In both the game and the movie, Medivh was possessed by Sargeras.
The difference was timing.
In one version, he had already fallen.
In the other, he was still resisting.
If this had been before his conversation with the system, Noah would have turned around and left immediately.
No contact.
No hesitation.
But with the system's assurance, he dared to stay.
He even briefly wondered if he could just kill Sargeras now, while the Titan was in such a weakened state.
It wasn't arrogance.
Medivh's current condition was genuinely terrible.
And Noah wasn't weak.
With full knowledge of the plot, he knew exactly how much Medivh was suffering.
The thought flickered.
Then vanished.
Sargeras was no joke.
If Noah killed Medivh and ended up dragging Sargeras's soul into the abyss like in the original story...
Then what?
Endure Khadgar's curse?
Rapid aging?
That wasn't happening.
Even if old mages looked impressive, Noah preferred looking young.
He dropped the idea.
Seeing Medivh move to examine the green energy, Noah prepared to leave.
He needed time.
Time to plan.
Time to sort through his memories.
The timing of his arrival was terrible.
In his recollection, the Silver Hand hadn't fully formed yet.
Which meant the Path of the Holy Light might not even exist.
And there was another problem.
A critical one.
It felt like he... shouldn't be in this universe.
My god.
Did my brain glitch back then?
I created Neltharion.
And now I'm here.
Isn't that going to cause a collision?
Noah felt both amused and distressed.
This was absurd.
He couldn't even remember where Neltharion currently was.
Otherwise, he might have tried to find a man named Benedictus.
That could have led to something interesting.
As his thoughts wandered, Noah noticed Lothar and Khadgar approaching.
He immediately adjusted his expression.
"Hello, gentlemen," Noah said politely, offering a refined mage's bow.
"????"
Both Lothar and Khadgar froze.
They couldn't understand a single word.
This young human mage wasn't speaking any language they recognized.
Not human.
Not elven.
Not dwarven.
And definitely not Common.
Confusion spread across their faces.
"Do you..." Khadgar hesitated. "Do you speak Common?"
"..."
Noah tilted his head slightly.
He had expected this.
The movie language meant nothing.
It had just been translation.
His own translation device was completely useless here.
Awkward.
After a brief pause, Noah had an idea.
If words didn't work, he could build a bridge directly.
A mage of his level could do that easily.
In an instant, the connection formed.
Khadgar didn't even have time to react before his mind was linked.
"Can you understand me now?" Noah's voice echoed directly in his thoughts.
"Huh?"
Khadgar stiffened.
Something had touched his mind.
It felt... strange.
"Yes," he replied carefully. "I can understand you. What... what kind of magic is this?"
"Just a small trick," Noah said calmly.
"Don't worry about it."
"Allow me to introduce myself."
"My name is... Noah."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, mage."
He hadn't planned to use his real name.
But when he thought about using another-Rhonin, or something similar-he couldn't say it.
It wasn't external pressure.
It came from himself.
A feeling.
Strange, but he followed it.
He also deliberately omitted his surname.
"Khadgar," the young mage replied.
He clearly wasn't sure how to handle this situation either.
But he didn't forget why he was here.
His expression turned serious.
"Mage Noah, can you tell me what happened here?"
"And... who exactly are you?"
"Me?" Noah shrugged helplessly.
"I'm an Astral Mage."
"My arrival here was an accident."
"As for them..." He glanced at the frozen monsters.
"I don't know."
"I was attacked the moment I landed."
"I assumed this was how your planet welcomed visitors."
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