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Each king seemed - wow gold

Each king seemed to feel he should have command of the unified army. Terenas pointed out that Lordaeron was the largest kingdom with the most troops, and also that he was the one who had summoned the rest of them. Trollbane claimed to have the most actual fighting experience, at looking at the gruff mountain king Lothar believed him. Proudmoore mentioned the power of his navy,Despite himself, Lothar was impressed. Stormwind had been a towering, imposing city, filled with spires wow gold and terraces, carved from strong stone to resist the wind but polished to a mirror sheen. But in its own way Capital City was equally lovely. Not that Capital City was the same as wow gold Stormwind. It was not as tall, for one. But what it lacked in height it made up for in elegance. It sat on a rise above the north shore of Lordamere Lake, gleaming all in white and silver. It did not glitter as Stormwind had, but it glowed somehow, as if the sun were rising from its wow gold graceful buildings instead of beating down upon them. It seemed serene, peaceful, almost holy.“It is a mighty place,” Khadgar agreed beside him, “though I prefer a little more warmth.” He glanced behind them, toward the lake’s southern shore, where a second city rose. Its outlines were similar wow gold to those of Capital City, but this mirror image seemed more exotic, its walls and spires suffused in violet and other warm hues. “That is Dalaran,” he explained. “Home of the Kirin Tor and its wizards. My home, before I was sent to Medivh.” “Perhaps there will be time for you to return, at least briefly,” Lothar suggested. “But for now we must concentrate on Capital City.” He studied the gleaming city again. “Let us hope they are as noble in their wow gold thoughts as they are in their dwellings.” He kicked his horse into a canter, and rode down out of the majestic Silverpine Forest, Varian and the mage right behind him and the other men trailing them in their carts. Two hours later they reached the main gates. Guards stood wow gold by the entrance, though the double gates were wide open and large enough for two or even three wagons to pass abreast. The guards had clearly seen them long before they reached the gates, and the one who stepped forward wore a crimson cloak over his polished breastplate wow gold and had gold traceries in his armor and helmet. His manner was polite, even respectful, but Lothar could not help noticing how the man stopped only a few feet away, well within sword range. He forced himself to relax and ignore the laxity. This was not Stormwind. These people were not seasoned warriors, hardened by constant battle. They had never had to fight for their lives. Yet.“Enter freely and be welcome,” the guard captain stated, bowing. “Marcus Redpath warned us of wow gold your arrival, and your plight. You will find the king in his throneroom.”“Our thanks,” Khadgar replied with a nod. “Come, Lothar,” he added, nudging his horse with his heels. “I know the way.” abzhangxiaochen091010 and the importance of ships for troop transport and supplies. Graymane’s was the most southern of the kingdoms, and he seemed to feel that meant he should have command because his lands would be the first overrun if the Horde approached on foot—even though that wasn’t true, since Stromgarde actually was foremost along the path the Horde would take from Khaz Modan to Dun Modr and on. Perenolde suggested that brute force alone was not enough but that the commander should have intelligence, wisdom, and vision, all of which he felt he possessed in abundance.

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The second day had been more of the same - wow gold

The second day had been more of the same. They had settled on the idea of war, at least, but now there were the logistics of cooperation to consider. Which armies would supply what troops,“Oh, we will be useful,” Gul’dan assured him, bowing low. His mind was wow gold already working. “I will create for you a host of creatures such as you have never seen before, mighty Doomhammer—warriors who will serve you alone. With their might and our magic we will crush this world’s magi even as the Horde tramples its warriors into the dust.”Doomhammer wow gold nodded, his snarl fading to a thoughtful frown. “Very well,” he said at last. “You have promised me warriors who can combat the humans’ magic. I will hold you to that.” Then he turned and walked away, clearly dismissing him. The orc warriors wow gold departed as well, leaving Gul’dan still on his knees with Cho’gall not far away. The orc warlock thought he heard them laughing as they left.Damn him! Gul’dan thought, watching the warchief disappear back into his tent. And damn that human wizard as well! Gul’dan shook his head. Perhaps he should be cursing his own impatience instead. It had been that which had driven him to enter Medivh’s mind, seeking the information the Magus had promised but thus far withheld from him. And it had merely been bad luck wow gold that Gul’dan had been inside Medivh’s mind when the wow gold human had died, his own spirit weakened by the sudden violence. He had been trapped, unable to return to his body all this time, unaware of the world around him. And that had given Doomhammer the opportunity to seize control.But now, at last, he was awake again. And once more he could pursue his plans. Because at least that desperate, dangerous act had not been wasted. Gul’dan had the information he needed. And soon he would not need Doomhammer or the Horde any longer. Soon he would be all-powerful without them. “Gather the others,” he told Cho’gall, pushing wow gold himself up off the ground and testing his limbs. He was weak, but he would manage. He had no time to do otherwise. “I will forge them into a clan in truth, one that will serve my own ends and protect me from Doomhammer’s wrath. They shall be Stormreavers, and they will show all the Horde what we warlocks wow gold can accomplish, until even Doomhammer cannot deny their worth. Gather your clan as well.” Cho’gall led the Twilight’s Hammer clan—they were obsessed with the end of the world but were fearsome fighters. “There is much to do.” abzhangxiaochen091010 where they would be stationed, how they would be supplied—details Lothar had dealt with himself for years but only for one nation’s military. Now they were dealing with five, not counting any Stormwind survivors he could muster, and each king had his own ideas and his own methods.
And of course the biggest question was the one of command.

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More often than not they had turned - wow gold

More often than not they had turned out to be cowards. Perenolde was probably afraid of battle personally and extended that to his subjects, many of whom were no doubt braver than he was. Graymane was a surprise, however. The man certainly looked the warrior,Doomhammer grunted. “You have never demonstrated wow gold obedience before,” he pointed out sharply. “Why should I believe you capable of it now?” “Because you need me,” Gul’dan replied, raising his wow gold head to meet the warchief’s glare. “You have slain my Shadow Council, yes, and consolidated your power over the Horde. That is as it should be. Blackhand was not strong enough to lead us on his own. You are, and so you have no need wow gold of a council.” He licked his lips. “But you do need warlocks. You need our magic, for the humans have magic of their own and without us you wow gold will fall to their power.” He shook his head. “And you have very few warlocks left. Myself, Cho’wow gold gall, and a handful of neophytes. I am too useful to kill simply for revenge.”Doomhammer’s lips pulled back in a snarl, but he wow gold lowered the hammer. For a moment he said nothing, simply glaring at Gul’dan, his gray eyes filled with hate. But finally he nodded.“What you say is true,” he admitted, though the words clearly took enormous self-control to utter. “And I wow gold will place the needs of the Horde over my own.” He bared his tusks. “I will allow you to live, Gul’dan, you and those of your warlocks who remain. But only as long as you prove useful.” abzhangxiaochen091010 with that powerful frame and his heavy armor. Nor had he stated that he would not fight. But he had been quick to suggest other options every time the talk had turned back toward war, and Perenolde of course had insisted on examining each suggestion in great detail. It was only after Proudmoore and Trollbane all but accused Graymane of cowardice that the burly man had agreed an army was their own recourse.

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After lunch that first day - wow gold

After lunch that first day, they had returned to the throne room for more discussions. Everyone seemed to accept the idea that the Horde would come, even that too-smooth Perenolde. Now the question was what to do about it.
It had taken the rest of the day to convince everyone that a unified army was the only answer. Terenas had agreed at once, fortunately, as had Trollbane,Gul’dan cowered, thinking fast. He had known Doomhammer could become a problem. The powerful orc warrior was too intelligent, too honorable, too noble to be easily swayed or controlled. He had been second wow gold to Blackhand, the powerful Blackrock leader Gul’dan had chosen as his puppet for the Horde leadership. Blackhand had been an extremely powerful fighter but had thought himself clever and thus had been easily controlled. Gul’dan and his Shadow Council had been the real wow gold powers, and Gul’dan had ruled the council as easily as he did their warchief. But not Doomhammer. He had refused to follow, carving his own path with reckless abandon equaled only by his loyalty to their people. Clearly he had seen what occurred behind the scenes, witnessed what he considered corruption. And when he had finally seen enough, when he could endure no more, he had acted. Clearly Doomhammer had chosen wow gold his moment carefully. With Gul’dan out of the way, Blackhand had been vulnerable. How he had discovered the Shadow Council’s location was unclear, but obviously he had done so and then had eliminated most of them. Leaving Gul’dan, Cho’gall, and who knew what others.And now he stood over Gul’dan, hammer raised, ready to destroy him as well. “Wait!” Gul’dan cried out, both hands wow gold raising automatically to shield his face and head from harm. “Please, I beg you!”That made Doomhammer pause. “You, the mighty Gul’dan, beg? Very well, dog, beg! Beg for your life!” The hammer had not lowered, but at least it had not fallen. Yet.“I—” Gul’dan hated wow gold him then, hated him with a passion he had never known for anything but power itself. Yet he knew what he had to do. Doomhammer hated him as well, for orchestrating his old friend Durotan’s death and for transforming their people from peaceful hunters to raving wow gold warmongers. Given even the slightest excuse, that hammer would smash his skull in, coating itself with his blood and hair and brain. He could not wow gold allow that to happen.“I bow to your might, Orgrim Doomhammer,” he managed at last, pronouncing each word clearly and loud enough that all those nearby wow gold could hear him. “I acknowledge you as warchief of the Horde, and I pledge myself to you. I will obey you in all things.” abzhangxiaochen091010 and Proudmoore had taken little coaxing. But Perenolde and Graymane had been more difficult. Lothar wasn’t surprised at Perenolde’s reluctance. He’d known similar men back in Stormwind, smooth and silky and nasty and always out for themselves at any cost.

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Right now he thought - wow gold

Right now he thought it more likely to cost him his sanity. Lothar had never had much patience for politics, and had watched amazed over the years as Llane placated this noble and that one, easing arguments, diffusing conflicts, settling disputes, all the while never favoring any one over the other or letting personal interests interfere with affairs of state. It was all a game,“He took control, Gul’dan,” Cho’gall said wow power leveling quietly, pacing beside him but staying beyond the warriors’ reach. “While you were unconscious! He attacked the Shadow Council and killed most of them! Only you and I and a few of the lesser warlocks remain!” Gul’dan shook his head, trying to wow gold clear it. He still felt fuzzy, unfocused, and from what Cho’gall said this was not a good time to lack clarity. But what the ogre had said made him more confused rather than less. Killed Blackhand? Destroyed the Shadow Council? It was insane!“Who?” he demanded again, twisting to face Cho’gall over the warriors’ broad shoulders. “Who did this?” But Cho’gall had slowed wow power leveling his steps, falling back, a look of surprising fear crossing both his faces. Gul’dan turned back around just as a powerful figure strode forward. And at once, seeing the massive warrior in his black plate armor, the colossal black warhammer held so easily in his hands, Gul’dan understood.Doomhammer.“So you are awake.” Doomhammer all but spat the words as the warriors stopped before him. They released Gul’dan’s arms suddenly and the orc warlock was unable to stop himself from crumpling to the ground. He looked up, on his knees, and gulped at the naked fury and hatred he saw in his captor’s face. “I—” Gul’dan began, but Doomhammer cut him, backhanding aion gold him hard enough to lift him off the ground and drop him in a heap several feet away.“Silence!” the new Horde leader snarled. “I did not say you could speak!” He strode closer, raising Gul’dan’s chin with the head of his fearsome weapon. “I know what you have done, Gul’dan. I know how you controlled Blackhand, you and your Shadow Council.” He laughed, a harsh sound filled with bitterness and disgust. “Oh, yes, I know about them. But your wow gold warlocks will not help you now. They are dead, many of them, and the few who remain are chained and watched.” He leaned closer. “I rule the Horde now, Gul’dan. Not you, not your warlocks. Doomhammer alone. And there will be no more dishonor! No more treachery! No more deceit and lies!” Doomhammer rose to his full impressive height, towering over Gul’dan. “Durotan died from your scheming, but he will be the last. And he will be avenged! No more will you rule our people from wow gold the shadows! No more will you control our fate and direct us for your own sordid purpose! Our people will be free of you!” abzhangxiaochen091010 Llane had told him over and over again, a game of positioning and influence and subtle maneuvering. No one ever really won, not for long, and the goal was simply to maintain the strongest position possible for as long as possible.
From what Lothar had seen, this continent’s monarchs were experts at the game. And being forced to deal with them, supposedly as an equal, was driving him to his wit’s end.

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Home. A place that no longer existed - wow gold

Home. A place that no longer existed. Lothar knew he would have to accept that at some point. It still seemed unreal for now. He kept expecting to turn and see Llane laughing,Then, suddenly, all changed. With a gasp the orc sat bolt upright, the furs wow power leveling falling away from his sweat-drenched body. His eyes opened, glassy and unseeing at first, then blinking away the long sleep and glancing around him. “Where—?” the orc demanded. A larger figure was already moving to his side, both heads registering wow gold pleased surprise, and as the orc’s gaze caught him the eyes sharpened, as did the features. Whatever confusion had lingered was gone, replaced by cunning and rage. “Where am I?” he demanded. “What has happened?”“You were asleep, Gul’dan,” the other creature replied, kneeling by the cot and offering a goblet. The orc grabbed it sniffed it, and tossed back the contents with a grunt, wiping a hand across his mouth afterward. “A sleep like death. For weeks now you have wow power leveling not moved, have barely breathed. We thought your spirit gone.” “Did you, now?” Gul’dan grinned. “Were you afraid I would leave you, Cho’gall? Abandon you to Blackhand’s tender mercies?”The two-headed ogre mage glared at him. “Blackhand is dead, Gul’dan!” one head snapped. The other frantically nodded agreement.“Dead?” At first Gul’dan thought he had misheard, but Cho’gall’s grim expressions convinced him even before both of the ogre’s heads nodded. “What? How?” He pulled himself up to a sitting position, though the motion made him reel and break out in a cold sweat. “What has happened while I slept?”Cho’gall began to answer but his words died as someone thrust aside the tent flap and burst into the small, dim space. Two burly orc warriors shoved Cho’gall out of the way and roughly aion gold grabbed Gul’dan’s arms, hauling him to his feet. The ogre began to protest, rage darkening his twinned features, but two more orcs squeezed into the tight space and barred his path, heavy battleaxes at the ready. They stood guard as the first two dragged Gul’dan from the tent.“Where are wow gold you taking me?” he demanded, trying to wrest his arms free. It was no use, however. Even at full health he would not have been a match for either warrior, and now he could barely hold himself upright. They were dragging him as much as leading him and he saw that he wow gold was being taken toward a large, well-crafted tent. Blackhand’s tent. abzhangxiaochen091010 or look up and watch a pair of gryphons gliding by, or hear the sound of his men martialling in the courtyard. But all that was gone now. Their friends were dead. Their home had fallen. And he vowed to keep this land from following it into darkness, even if it cost his life.





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T wo days after the first meeting - wow gold

T wo days after the first meeting, Lothar found himself back in the Lordaeron throne room with the continent’s rulers. Khadgar had accompanied him again, A dark figure stood upon a tall tower, gazing wow power leveling out at the world below him. From his vantage point he could see the city beneath and the countryside around it. Both were covered in swirling, shifting darkness, a tide that swept across the land and covered the buildings, leaving them in ruins. The figure watched. Tall and powerfully built, massively wow gold muscled, he stood motionless upon the stone peak, his sharp eyes studying the scene below him. Long dark hair swung in braids about his chiseled face, the tasseled ends occasionally striking the long tusks that jutted up from his lower lip. The sun beat down upon him, making his skin glow emerald in the light, and creating a glare from the many trophies and medallions he wore about his neck and across his broad chest. Heavy wow power leveling plates covered his chest, shoulders, and legs, their scarred surfaces gleaming black except where heavy bronze knobs studded them. Gold gleamed along the edges, proclaiming his importance.At last the figure had seen enough. He raised the enormous black warhammer he had been leaning upon, its stone head absorbing rather than reflecting the sunlight, and bellowed. It was a warcry, a summons and an exclamation, and the sound swept forth,slamming into the buildings and wow gold hills around him and echoing back.Below him, the dark tide ceased its movement. Then it rippled, as faces turned upward. Every orc in the Horde stopped and looked, staring up at the solitary figure high above.Again he shouted, his hammer held high. And this time the tide erupted in cheers and shouts wow gold and answering cries. The Horde acknowledged its leader.Satisfied, Orgrim Doomhammer let his signature weapon drop back down to his side, and the dark tide below resumed its destructive motion.Down below, beyond the city’s gates, an orc lay upon a cot. His short, scrawny frame was covered in thick furs, a sign of high status, and rich clothing lay in a pile nearby. But the clothing had not been touched, not in weeks. For the orc lay without stirring, as if dead, his ugly face scrunched in pain or concentration, his bushy beard bristling about his snarling mouth. abzhangxiaochen091010 and Lothar was glad of the lad’s presence. Terenas was a kindly host and a good man, as were some of the other monarchs, but the young wizard was the only one Lothar had known from Azeroth. Even though the young man was not native to Stormwind his presence reminded Lothar of home.






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The troll considered this - wow gold

The troll considered this. “Your Horde still seekin’ to conquer the world, ya?” he asked finally.
Doomhammer nodded, not daring to speak.
“We be aidin’ you, then,So what should he feel, Khadgar wondered? Should he be sad that wow power leveling his master had died? At times he had liked Medivh a great deal, and certainly the world had lost much when the Magus died. Should he be proud of the role he had played in freeing the man and driving Sargeras from this world again, perhaps for good? Should he be enraged at what Medivh had done, both to him and to others? Or awed that one man could resist the influence of a titan for so long? He could not tell. Khadgar’s mind was awhirl, as was his heart. And added to all the thoughts of Medivh were more. For he was home. At least, he was back in his homeland, back in Lordaeron. And not in the way wow gold he had expected. When he had left to become Medivh’s apprentice, at the behest of his previous masters in Dalaran, Khadgar had not expected to return until he was a master mage himself. He had thought to fly back on a gryphon, as Medivh had taught him, and land atop the Violet Citadel so that all his former teachers and fellows could marvel at his prowess. Instead he was riding a plow horse beside Stormwind’s former Champion, leading a ragtag band of men to speak to the king about saving the world. Khadgar bit back a chuckle. Well, at least they would make a dramatic entrance, he thought. That was something his old teachers and friends would appreciate.“What will we do once we reach the city?” he asked ” Zul’jin announced after a moment. “As you aided us. Allies.” He extended his hand.
“Allies.” Doomhammer clasped it. His mind was already awhirl with possibilities. Between the trolls and the Horde and the new forces Zuluhed was binding to the Horde’s will, nothing would stand in their way.






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Your warriors saved us - wow gold

“Your warriors saved us,” the forest troll acknowledged, stepping up beside Doomhammer and giving him a nod, a greeting among equals. “They were too many, ya, an’ used torches ta hold us at bay.”
Doomhammer nodded. Lothar shuddered, remembering the ugly, nightmarish conflict. He had found himself, with Khadgar, the half-orc Garona, and a handful of men, against Medivh himself. Khadgar had administered a lethal blow to his master out of necessity but it had been Lothar who had removed his old friend’s head, a head he had protected many times in their youth. Back when he and Medivh and Llane had been friends and companions. Lothar shook his head to drive away the tears. He had grieved many times wow gold on their long sea voyage, but still it felt as if the pain and rage and sorrow would overwhelm him. Llane! His best friend, his companion, his king. Llane, with the bright smile and the laughing eyes and the quick wit. Llane, who had carried Stormwind into a golden age—only wow power leveling to see it torn apart by the orcs, their Horde sweeping across the land and destroying everything in their path. And then to discover that Medivh had been responsible for it all! That his magic had aided the orcs in reaching this world, had given them access to Stormwind! And thus wow gold had led to not only the kingdom’s destruction but Llane’s death! Lothar bit back a cry at the thought of all he had lost, all his people had lost. Then he hardened himself to it, as he had so many times during their journey. He could not let himself succumb to such emotion. His people needed him. And so did the people of this land, though they did not know it yet.And so did Khadgar. Lothar still did not understand everything that had happened in Karazhan that night. Perhaps he never would. But somehow, during the battle with Medivh, Khadgar had changed. His youth had been stripped away, his body aged unnaturally. Now he appeared an old man, far older than Lothar himself though Khadgar was the younger of them by almost four decades. And he worried what else it had done to the young wizard.Khadgar, for his part, was too lost in his own thoughts to notice his companion’s concerned gaze. The young-old wizard’s thoughts were turned inward, though they ran along the same lines as his companion’s. He was reliving the battle in Karazhan, and experiencing again that horrible wrenching sensation as Medivh drew from him his magic and his youth. The magic had returned—indeed, in many ways it was far wow power leveling stronger now than before—but his youth was gone, torn from him long before its time. He was an old man now, at least in appearance. He still felt hale and hearty, and had as much endurance and strength and agility as ever, but his face was lined, his eyes deep-set, and his hair and fledgling beard a stark white. Though only nineteen, Khadgar knew he looked three times that and more. He looked like the man in his vision, the older version of himself he had seen in battle through the magic of Medivh’s tower. The older man who would someday die beneath a strange red sun, far from home.Khadgar also studied the emotions within him, the ones that came from Medivh’s death. The man had been evil incarnate, singlehandedly responsible for loosing the orc Horde upon orld. Yet it had not been the man, not truly. For Medivh had been subsumed by the titan Sargeras, who his mother had defeated millennia before. Sargeras had not died, only his body, and he had hidden away within Aegwynn’s womb, infesting her unborn son. Medivh had not been responsible for his own actions, and his dying words to Khadgar had wow power leveling revealed that the Magus had been fighting the evil within himself for years, perhaps all his life. Khadgar had even encountered a strange phantom version of his dead master, shortly after burying the body, and that Medivh had claimed to be from the future and to be free of Sargeras’s taint at last. Thanks to Khadgar himself. abzhangxiaochen091010  “I am pleased to aid a fellow warrior,” he said. “When I heard you had been captured I sent my warriors at once.”
Zul’jin grinned. “Your leader be sendin’ you?”
“I am leader now,” Doomhammer replied, his own grin widening.





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They were penned and chained - wow gold

“They were penned and chained,” Rend reported, stopping only a few feet from where Doomhammer stood. “The humans were careless, assuming the only threat in the forest was the one they had already captured.” The Black Tooth Grin chieftain laughed. Marcus’s eyes had widened at the list of troubles, and his gaze had wow gold gone quickly to the youth standing beside the big warrior, then moved away before his stare could become rude. “It will be done,” he assured them, and turned away to speak to one of the villagers, who nodded and leaped onto a nearby horse, galloping away before the headman had taken two steps back to the church. “Willem is our finest rider, and his horse the fastest in the village,” Marcus assured the two men. “He will reach Capital City well ahead of you and deliver your message. We will gather horses and what food we can wow power leveling for you and your companions to take on your own journey” Lothar nodded. “Thank you.” He turned to the violet-robed man. “Gather those who would come with us, Khadgar, and make ready. We leave as soon as possible.” The wizard nodded and turned away, heading for the nearest cluster of refugees. A few short hours later, Lothar and Khadgar wow gold left Southshore, the prince Varian Wrynn beside them, leading threescore men. Most had chosen to remain behind, either from illness or fatigue or simply out of fear and shock and a desire to cling to those few survivors from their own land. Lothar did not begrudge them. A part of him wished he could remain in the small fishing village as well. But he had a duty to perform. As always. “How far to Capital City?” he asked Khadgar, riding beside him. The villagers had offered them the use of what few mounts and carts they had, which had proven just enough to manage. Lothar had hesitated about taking any more from the generous villagers but had finally accepted, knowing it would speed their process immeasurably. And time was of the essence. “A few days, perhaps a week,” the wizard replied. “I don’t know this part of the country that well but I remember it on the maps. We should see the city’s spires in five days at the most. Then we will have to pass wow power leveling through Silverpine Forest, one of the great wonders of Lordaeron, to skirt Lordamere Lake. The city stands along its north shore.”Khadgar fell silent again and Lothar studied his companion. He worried about the young man. When first they’d met he’d been impressed by the wizard’s composure and easy self -confidence, and astonished at his youth. He had been only seventeen, little more than a boy, and already a wizard in his own right—and the first Medivh had ever wow power leveling deigned to accept as an apprentice! Subsequent encounters had shown him that Khadgar was bright, stubborn, focused, and friendly. He’d found himself liking the boy, the first time that he’d felt such friendship toward a wizard since—well, since Medivh himself. But after the events at Karazhan…. abzhangxiaochen091010   “No one who saw us lived.”
“Good.” They watched as the troll leader approached. He looked the same as the last time they had met, and Doomhammer could tell from the troll’s expression that he remembered their encounter as well.





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