Ryan, who was in a good mood, slapped his thigh on the throne and smiled, "Alright, Medivan, my old friend, Guardian of Azeroth. It stands to reason that there should be no false courtesy between you and me. But since you said you want to give a gift, then come, I want to see what you have found in particular?"

Medivan had an almost cruel smile on his face, which gave Ryan a bad feeling suddenly. Not to mention Ryan, even Anduin couldn't help but take a step forward.

As friends who have been friends for decades since childhood, they shouldn't have reacted like this. But the ominous aura that leaked out almost clearly made them instinctively reject Medivan's approach.

Medivin didn't make a move, he had a hand, and Huo Ran conjured a big hourglass nearly the length of his forearm as if he were juggling, and put it in the hands of the ceremonial officer.

It was a weird transparent hourglass.

Among the hazel birch shells is a glass hourglass. However, the sand in the hourglass is impressively black!

Black sand with an aura of foreboding and destruction!

"Rustle!"

The sand poured incessantly, but the sand on the top of the hourglass slowed down very slowly, not so much an hourglass as a strange magic device counting down.

Seeing this iconic hourglass, Duke only felt his heart beat violently, and this heartbeat was so violent that it almost jumped out of his chest. At the same moment, his black pupils shrank to the smallest and smallest, staring at the hourglass.

"Hey, Medivan, from the first time I saw you today, I thought 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 it was also a ceremonial armor, but armor was armor. You know, he was only wearing a knight's dress before the opening.

Now, the future Lion of Azeroth, Anduin Lothar, faintly blocks the line between Medivan and Ryan, holding the scabbard in his left hand, again in the same position as he draws his sword at any moment.

"Old friend, if it's a bad joke, it's a bit worse, tonight is a New Year's party!" Ryan spread his hands, as if he wanted to round the scene.

Medivan was unappreciative, his face clearly mocking and mocking.

"What this thing is, you'll find out later. The slender and thin fingers poked lightly, and the black hourglass overturned as the ceremonial officer holding the plate in both hands watched in astonishment, and in the gaze of Duke, the king's family, Anduin, and the nobles.

"Smack!" the huge hourglass fell to the ground.

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

But no!

The sand defy gravity, from the bottom to the top, still maintaining the same rhythm, one grain after another, pinch after pinch of sand.

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

Fear, insecurity, and deep confusion captured everyone's heart.

The strong negative emotions almost made Ryan's chest explode, and he pressed his left hand on the shoulder armor of Anduin's right shoulder, as if breaking Anduin to ask Medivan face to face. But Lothar's bulging muscles told Ryan that the head of the Royal Knights was on the verge of battle.

King Ryan couldn't help but stiffen.

Didn't do anything to Ryan, Medivan's face was filled with endless arrogance and a hint of evil.

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

Turning into countless black crows flying in the sky, they made an ugly "quack" sound, and left in the stunned gaze of hundreds of nobles.

In midair, countless black crow feathers floated.

It spreads an ominous and cold atmosphere to everyone in the audience.

Banquet?

Can the banquet go on? Even if the chief celebrant let the band play with great interest, diluting the ominous atmosphere a little with a cheerful sound. It's a pity that anyone who sees the black crow feathers and the hourglass that actually turns the sand back up in that place will not be in a good mood.

Unable to hide his frustration and bewilderment, King Ryan tried to hold on to the feast, which lasted only fifteen seconds, before Ryan nodded down and left with his family.

Closely following in Lane's footsteps were the loyal Anduin Lothar, as well as dozens of heavily armed royal knights who came to the vicinity of the venue at an unknown time. Like a moving fortress, they surrounded the king and left.

There is no good feast.

The nobles were also in a bad mood and dispersed.

"Let's go. Duke said hello to Miss Jones and Old Master Norton, and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, three figures deliberately blocked in front of the three Dukes.

Duke was stunned for a moment, and was shocked to find that the guy in front of him who was taking the lead didn't know him. The high-ranking nobleman with a brown mid-parted head nodded to Duke.

"Hello, I'm Duke Berval Fotagen. ”

Suddenly hearing this name, Duke's heart also trembled. Boval isn't a cat or a dog!

In the original history of Azeroth, Berval would first become regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind, taking care of the young King Varian Ureon.

Later, after Bolval was conspired against the Scourge of the Dead, the expeditionary force led by him was completely annihilated. He was lucky enough to 'survive' with an inhuman body. The Lich King attempts to turn him into a Death Knight, but he thinks the Great Will has resisted the Lich King. Later, after the death of the Lich King, he took the initiative to use his own body as a seal to become the next Lich King in order to suppress the Scourge Legion full of undead with a broken body.

It can be said that Berval Vortagan 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'm ......"

Strange about Duke's sudden change of reaction, but Bolval didn't pay much attention to it, because he had more important things to do.

"Sir Marcus, may I allow me to come over a little?"

Duke was puzzled, but nodded. Bolval leaned over and whispered, "I'm sorry to disturb you for the rest of your trip, but when Ser Anduin Lothar left just now, he asked you to come with me into the inner palace to discuss with Your Majesty what you have just done." ”

Duke was a little embarrassed. He is being targeted by Lothar and King Ureon?

Duke turned his head to look at Old Man Norton. The old man was very interested: "Then I will send Ms. Jones back first." Wendthor and your coachman will be there waiting for you. ”

"I'm sorry, but Master Norton is also on His Majesty's call-up. Bolwal added.

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