Chapter 67 Black Hourglass

Ryan, who was in a good mood, slapped his thigh on the throne, and said with a smile: "Okay, Medivh, my old friend, the guardian of Azeroth. It stands to reason that there should be no hypocrisy between you and me. But since you You said you want to offer a gift, so come here, I also want to see, what did you specially find?"

There was an almost cruel smile on Medivh's face, which gave Ryan a sudden bad feeling. Not to mention Ryan, even Anduin took a step forward involuntarily.

As friends who have known each other for decades since childhood, they shouldn't have reacted like this. But the ominous atmosphere that was so bad that it leaked out clearly made them instinctively reject Medivh's approach.

Medivh didn't make a move, he opened his hand, suddenly conjured a big hourglass nearly as long as his forearm, and put it in the hands of the ceremony officer.

It was a weird transparent hourglass.

Inside the ecru birch shell is a glass hourglass. However, the sand in the hourglass is black!

Black sand exuding an ominous and destructive aura!

"Shushasha!"

The sand poured non-stop, but the sand on the upper part of the hourglass slowed down very slowly. It was not so much an hourglass as it was a strange magic device that was counting down.

Seeing this iconic hourglass, Duke felt his heart beating violently. This time, his heartbeat was so violent that it almost jumped out of his chest. At the same moment, his black pupils also shrunk to the smallest size, staring at the hourglass firmly.

"Hey! Medivh, from the first time I saw you today, I felt something was wrong with you. What the hell are you doing?" Anduin Lothar stepped forward, and at some point, he had quietly put on a suit of armor, Although this is also a ceremonial armor, armor is armor. You must know that he was only wearing a knight dress before the opening.

Now, Anduin Lothar, the future lion of Azeroth, was vaguely blocking the line between Medivh and Ryan. He was holding the scabbard in his left hand, and he was in the posture of drawing his sword at any time.

"Old friend, if it's a cold joke, it's a bit harsh. Tonight is a New Year's banquet!" Ryan spread his hands, as if trying to smooth things over.

Medivh didn't appreciate it, and there was clear sarcasm and mockery on his face.

"What is this, you will know later." The slender and thin finger poked lightly, and under the astonished gaze of the ceremony officer holding the plate in both hands, Duke, the king's family, Anduin and the crowd While the nobleman watched, the black hourglass overturned.

"Crack!" The huge hourglass fell to the ground.

It stands to reason that the sand in the hourglass should flow in reverse under the action of gravity.

but no!

The sand defies the gravity of the earth, from bottom to top, still maintaining the same rhythm, flowing sand one by one, pinch by pinch.

Everyone's eyes suddenly froze, and every heart in the audience almost forgot to beat.

Fear, anxiety and deep confusion have captured everyone's heart.

The strong negative emotions almost caused Ryan's chest to explode. He pressed his left hand on the shoulder armor of Anduin's right shoulder, as if breaking Anduin apart, and wanted to ask Medivh face to face. But Lothar's bulging muscles told Ryan that the head of the Royal Knights had entered a battle-ready situation.

King Lane couldn't help but froze.

He didn't do anything to Ryan, Medivh's face was filled with endless arrogance and a touch of evil.

Without saying a word, Medivh snapped his fingers with his left hand amidst a burst of "hahahaha" laughter like a night owl, and in an instant, his entire body disappeared.

It turned into countless black crows flying all over the sky, making an unpleasant "quack quack" cry, and walked away under the stunned gaze of hundreds of nobles.

In midair, countless black crow feathers floated.

An ominous and gloomy atmosphere spread to everyone in the audience.

banquet?

Can the party go on? Even if the chief etiquette officer let the band play with great interest, the ominous atmosphere was slightly diluted with cheerful music. It's a pity that no one will be in a good mood when they see the black crow feathers and the hourglass that actually flows sand.

Unable to even conceal his resentment and confusion, King Ryan tried to insist on the banquet. This attempt lasted only fifteen seconds, and Ryan nodded to the bottom, and then left with his family.

Following closely in Ryan's footsteps was the loyal Anduin Lothar, as well as dozens of heavily armed royal knights who came around the venue at some point. They surrounded the king like a moving fortress.

There is no good banquet.

The nobles were also in a bad mood and dispersed one after another.

"Let's go." Duke greeted Ms. Jones and the old mage Norton, and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, three figures deliberately stood in front of Duke and the others.

Duke was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the guy who took the lead in front of him didn't know him. The high-ranking nobleman with the brown middle part nodded to Duke.

"Hello, I'm Duke Bolvar Fordragon."

Hearing this name suddenly, Duke's heart trembled. Bolvar is not a cat or a dog!

In the original history of Azeroth, Bolvar will first become the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom in the future, responsible for taking care of the young king Varian Wrynn.

Later, Bolvar encountered an assassination against the undead Scourge, and the expeditionary army led by him was wiped out. He was lucky enough to 'survive' with an inhuman body. The Lich King tried to turn him into a death knight, but he thought his great will resisted the Lich King. Later, after the death of the Lich King, with his broken body, in order to suppress the Scourge Legion full of undead, he took the initiative to use his body as a seal to become the next Lich King.

It can be said that Bolvar Fordragon is a model of paladins and a model of human virtue.

For such an existence, even if he is not as great as he will be in the future, Duke can't help but be in awe.

"Hello, I am……"

Weird at Duke's sudden shift in reaction, but Bolvar didn't pay much attention because he had more pressing matters.

"Sir Marcus, may I come a little closer?"

Duke was puzzled, but nodded. Bolvar came over and whispered: "I'm sorry to disturb your next trip, but Sir Anduin Lothar asked you to follow me into the inner palace by name when he left just now, to discuss the matter with His Majesty."

Duke is a little embarrassed. I was being targeted by Lothar and King Wrynn?

Duke turned his head and looked at Old Man Norton. The old man was very knowledgeable: "Then I will take Ms. Jones back first. Windsor and your coachman will wait for you there."

"Sorry, Master Norton is also on the list of His Majesty's call." Bolvar added.

Ms. Jones made a ladylike salute knowingly: "Then I'll let the guards take me back."