Azeroth Trail of Light

Karazhan, this mysterious mage tower on the Deadwind Path always looks dilapidated. It looks like an abandoned building. From the outside, this place is not brilliant. Even the homeless would not choose it. Stay overnight here.

It’s not because of dislike, don’t forget, this is a magical world. Guys who stay in some places at will will always lose their lives accidentally. Of course, there will be no wanderings in places like the Deadwind Trail. Han will set foot on it.

King Varian has restored the pardon here. Since Meri Winterwind has used the seal to suppress the dark energy of the Karazhan Tower, the dark sky of the Twilight Forest has gradually disappeared. Now this place is still dim, but according to According to the official statement, at most three years later, the dark sky here will be completely dissipated. The wolf crowds who had a tendency to overflow in the Twilight Forest were also taken away by Velind, so the Twilight Forest, which was once panicked, will soon be taken away. The tranquility of the past has been restored, even because of the unique local climate, and it has also attracted many tourists and even aristocrats to play here.

It is precisely because of this feat that King Varian officially entrusted the Deadwind Trail to Median, and under the arrangement of Meili, this place has become Mediian's private "garden". People without permission cannot break into the deadwind. In the trail, the undead in Karazhan don't need to be tied to the tower, they can finally go out for a walk.

Khadgar came to the Deadwind Path again and saw this scene that was enough to scare ordinary people crazy.

The entrance to the Upwind Path, which has been renovated, is now equipped with a solid iron gate and two primitive lanterns. In the foggy night, Khadgar can clearly see the direction for the lost. In the next house, a white-haired undead was sitting there reading the newspaper. He seemed to have seen that person while he was still alive.

The mage stepped forward and knocked gently on the glass of the gatehouse, attracting the undead's attention.

Earl Robin didn’t like the current situation of Stormwind very much. The cultists who made trouble everywhere were very troublesome. They always tried to sneak into the Deadwind Trail and steal the knowledge of Karazhan. For this reason, Atumen had to organize an undead hunting team. Robin, who specializes in dealing with these difficult guys, is also one of them, who is good at using double swords.

Before he followed Mr. Medivh, he was also a nobleman with a fief. His fief was in Long Beach in the Westfall, which was once one of the best tourist attractions in the entire kingdom, but after being rescued by Mr. Medivh on the battlefield, Luobing Danis became a member of the Karazhan family.

Live together and die together.

After Median's return, Earl Robin also came to a clear sense of his long-term loss and dedicated his best to serve this kind little master. Today, it is his turn to station at the gate of the Deadwind Path. This is very boring. No one wants to come here for work, but Robin doesn't care. After putting down his weapon, he is a quiet guy. Sometimes he feels that death is not an unbearable thing, at least he can enjoy the tranquility wantonly.

But today, his tranquility was broken.

"Hi, hello, can you open the door for me, I want to visit the owner of this place."

It was a voice familiar to Earl Robin, but in his long memory, there were too many such voices. At first Robin didn’t intend to pay attention to him. These boring adventurers always wanted to make a fortune on the Deadwind Trail, but here Except for the kingdom of death, there is nothing, just ignore it, and if they feel frustrated, they will naturally leave.

But the moment Robin looked up inadvertently, he saw that face...that face that will never be forgotten in his memory.

"Chun...Chun"

The two swords were unsheathed, and the ghost sword was covered with cruel frost. The newspaper in Earl Robin's hand was shattered by the murderous intent aroused by the undead. This undead who was still quiet just now seemed to have aroused the deepest hatred. He stared at Khadgar, strode forward, and quickly walked through the shackles of the walls of the house with a ghostly body to the clearing outside.

"Kadgar! You traitor, you still have the face to come back! When you killed Mr. Medivh, you had become the enemy of the entire Karazhan! I tell you, no matter where you have fled these years, but today , Your sinful life will be punished as it deserves! You are dead!"

"No! Earl Robin, I came with kindness...no!"

"Repent to death, traitor of Karazhan!"

"boom!"

Warning fireworks exploded in the dark sky. Atumen, who was drinking with a group of undead, turned his head and looked to the sky, then put down the wine glass in his hand, and turned around, a group of horses burning with green flames appeared beside him, and others. The hunting team members all gathered very quickly in the square at the bottom of Karazhan.

Accompanied by the galloping and weird roar of the ghost horse, this hunting team composed entirely of undead, with billowing smoke and dust, rushed out toward the path against the wind.

The reversal of this encounter took place 15 minutes later. When the gloomy Meri Winterwind took Medien and Anduin on holiday, appeared at the entrance of the Deadwind Path in the light of teleportation, Kade Jia is fighting hard against as many as 30 undead cavalry attacks.

He only defends and does not attack, and he has no intention of harming these undead. Although he may only need a large-scale attack to make them temporarily lose their combat effectiveness, he did not do that, because no one knows what Karazhan hides better than him. What kind of power, once those powers are angered, even the current Archmage Khadgar, it is difficult to get the opportunity to enter Karazhan again.

Especially when he heard that his mentor Medivh still had blood.

He knew that she shouldn't be here. There was only hatred for him, but he still came, maybe to see the old man, maybe to... atonement, who knows?

"Enough, Atumen! Put down your weapons! The little master is here!"

Moros, the old butler who came out of the shadows, is the most human-like among the undead. Thanks to the burning blue rose on his chest, his shape is almost the same as his appearance more than ten years ago. Under his scolding, Artumen raised the horn unhappily, and finally gathered the furious undead knights. The most excited Earl Robin even had to be held down by two undead cavalry to ensure that he would not face. Khadgar rushed over.

Hatred... Unspeakable hatred. All of this made Khadgar's heart heavier, especially when he saw Moros, the butler who had barely changed in his memory, approached him, the wizard couldn't help but remember it. At that time, he was selected by the six-member assembly in Dalaran and sent to Karazhan on the first day.

He was still very young, energetic, and motivated, but he was still very excited when he thought of joining the famous Astral Master to learn magic and become an apprentice. But when he met Medivh, he felt very excited. The bad astral mage scolded him for the little spy he had sent for Dalaran, and then walked away. When Khadgar was most embarrassed, Moros stood up, gave him a cup of hot tea, and gave him a cup of hot tea. He told a lot of Karazhan's taboos. He still remembers how much the kind old butler helped him during his difficult apprentice years.

Even when he angered Medivh, Morros would take the initiative to speak for him to avoid the trouble he would get in. It can be said that Morros was the old man Khadgar missed the most during his years in this tower. .

When Khadgar evacuated Karazhan with Marshal Lothar at the end, the old man who refused to leave held the corpse of Medivh’s mentor and the servants who joked with him on weekdays. They gathered around the master’s corpse. There was silence and icy cold. They looked at him as if they were looking at a stranger or an enemy. Such gazes will still make Khadgar feel the tremor of his heart.

And now, Moros appeared again. He stood there, 10 steps away from Khadgar, and then asked indifferently,

"What are you doing here? You should know that this land does not welcome you!"

A tone colder than a stranger made Khadgar awake from the memory. He took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the child next to Meri Winterwind. He was wearing a green and black mage robe in his hands. Holding a book, those eyes looked like Medivh. From those eyes, Khadgar could still see a hint of curiosity and a hint of inexplicability.

He lowered his head,

"I came to meet the blood of the mentor and return it by the way."

As he said, Khadgar took the Staff of the Guardian from his back, put it in his hand, and handed it to Moros, who was full of icy smell. This was the staff used by Medivh. Khadgar used it in the past. After leaving Karazhan, I got it by accident. Now that the instructor Medivh still has blood, then this staff should be returned to its original owner.

Morros’ eyes were cold, but when he faced Khadgar’s actions, he hesitated, then looked at Meri Winterwind and Median, the old necromancer, leaning on the broken wooden staff, in Medieval Ann helped him and walked to Khadgar. He stretched out a finger, nodded on the staff of the Guardian that Khadgar handed out, and then shook his head.

"This staff has already recognized you. Before you completely die, others can't use it... But I'm curious, Khadgar, where did you get it? As far as I know, without Medivh’s permission, No one else can use it, let alone get its approval."

Meri's eyes narrowed, he looked at Khadgar who was silent in front of him.

"So, I guess, you saw Medivh after you killed Medivh with your own hands, didn't you?"

Silence, silence, a few seconds later, Merrie waved his hand and said to Morros,

"Butler, prepare a guest room for this guest. It seems that he knows something we don't know, about Medivh."

After speaking, Meri left here with Mediian and Anduin during teleportation. Morros looked at Khadgar, who was silent, and stretched out a finger.

"Only this time! Don't come again! You don't belong here."

Khadgar took a deep breath. In the eyes of other undead hatred, surrounded by their weapons, he walked into the open iron gate. He didn't care about the hatred of these undead or their attacks. He came. To get rid of the demons, nothing more.

Thirty minutes later, with the light of the portal shining in the Karazhan Hall, Dick with a tired face walked into the mage tower that had been "lived" again by the undead, in Morros's tower. Under the guidance, he walked into the distorted space at the top of Karazhan.

This place was built by Medivh himself as a platform for communicating and distorting the void. All the order of time and space quietly disappeared here, and it was mixed into a special law in the mighty power of the Astral Master, complicated and mysterious , So far no one can understand.

Earlier, this place was occupied by an Eredar demon named Prince Markzal, but after Meri Winterwind took time out of the tedious magic research, the heart of the arrogant Eredar demon and That pair of indestructible claws has become a very inconspicuous one of Karazhan's many collections.

Dick pushed open the closed wooden door and saw the people standing on the platform.

Meri, Median, Anduin, Ronin and a stranger wearing a purple robe, carrying a guardian staff, and a short white hair, wearing black gloves.

He knew who it was. After saying hello to the others, Dick reached out to Khadgar and whispered between the two.

"Welcome back, Mage Khadgar, and, when those guys beat you, did you cry?"

Khadgar suddenly raised his head, seeing a trace of abuse on Dick’s face, and a touch of deliberate coldness.

"It's you!"

"Yes, it's me!"

Dick bared his teeth, then spread his hands, "A little joke, it means I am upset with what you did. Of course I know you did the right thing, but I'm still upset... So, that one The fight is for Medivh."

Khadgar also cracked his mouth, and whispered uncompromisingly.

"Oh, that's a special welcome ceremony. By the way, maybe they didn't tell you. Even with the fist, I won!"