Karazhan, the mysterious mage tower on the Upwind Trail is always a dilapidated and abandoned building, and from the outside, this place is nothing but impressive, and even the homeless would not choose to spend the night here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's not because of disgust, don't forget, this is a magical world, and people who stay in some places at random will always lose their lives unintentionally, and of course, no homeless person will set foot in a place like the upwind trail.

King Varian has restored the pardon here, because Merry Winterwind has suppressed the dark energy of the Karazan Tower with a seal, so the dark canopy of the Twilight Forest has gradually dispersed, and now this place is still dim, but according to the official version, at most three years, the dark canopy here will completely disperse, and the wolf people who originally had a tendency to flood in the Twilight Forest were also packed and taken away by Verinde, so the twilight forest that was panicked in the past quickly restored its past tranquility, and even because of the unique local climate, it also attracted many travelers and even nobles to play here。

It is precisely because of this merit that King Varian officially gave the Upwind Trail to Median, and under Merry's arrangement, it also became Median's private "garden", where people could not break into the Upwind Trail without permission, and the undead in Karazanri did not have to be bound to the tower, they could finally go out for a walk.

Khadgar once again came to the upwind trail and saw this scene that scared ordinary people crazy.

The renovated entrance to the Upwind Trail, now fitted with a sturdy iron gate, and two quaint lanterns, to guide the lost in the foggy night, Khadgar could see clearly that in the house next to the gate, a white-haired undead was sitting reading the newspaper, and he seemed to have seen the man, while he was still alive.

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

Count Robin doesn't like the current state of affairs in the Stormwind Kingdom, and the cultists who are causing trouble everywhere are very troublesome, and they always try to sneak into the upwind trail and steal Karazan's knowledge, so Artumen has to organize an undead hunting party to deal with these difficult guys, and Robin, who is good at using dual swords, is also one of them.

Before he followed Mr. Medivan, he was a nobleman with a fief in Long Beach in the Western Wilderness, which was once one of the most popular tourist destinations in the kingdom, but after being saved by Mr. Medivan on the battlefield, Robin Danis became a member of the Karazan family.

Live together, die together.

After the return of Madion, Count Robin also woke up from the long loss, and did his best to serve this kind little master, today, it is his turn to be stationed at the door of the upwind path, this is a very boring job, no one wants to come here, but Robin doesn't care, after laying down his weapon, he is a quiet guy, sometimes he feels that death is not an unbearable thing, at least he can enjoy this tranquility freely.

But today, his tranquility was shattered.

"Hi, hello, can you open the door for me, I'm going to visit the owner of this place. ”

It was a voice that was somewhat familiar to Count Robin, but in his long memory, there were too many such voices, at first Robin didn't want to pay attention to him, these boring adventurers always wanted to make a fortune on the upwind trail, but here there was nothing but the land of death, just ignore it, they felt frustrated, and they naturally left.

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

"Rub... Rub"

The twin swords were unsheathed, the ghost sword was covered with cruel frost, the newspaper in Count Robin's hand was crushed by the murderous aura aroused by the undead, this undead who had been quiet just now seemed to be aroused the deepest hatred, he stared at Khadgar, strode forward, and soon passed through the shackles of the wall of the house with the ghostly body to the clearing outside.

"Khadgar, you traitor, you still have the face to come back! By the time you killed Mr. Medivan, you had become the enemy of all Karazan! I tell you, no matter where you have fled all these years, today your sinful life will be punished!

"No, Count Robin, I have come with good intentions... Don't!"

"Repent to death, traitor of Karazhan!"

"Bang!"

Warning fireworks exploded in the dark air, and Atumen, who was drinking with a group of undead, turned his head to look at the sky, then put down the wine glass in his hand, and when he turned around, a group of war horses burning with green flames appeared beside him, as well as other members of the hunting party, all very quickly gathered in the square at the bottom of Karazhan.

With the gallop and eerie roar of the ghost horses, the hunting party composed entirely of undead rushed out of the upwind trail with billowing smoke and dust.

The reversal of the encounter took place 15 minutes later, when the gloomy-faced Merry Winterwind appeared at the entrance to the Headwind Trail with Median and Anduin, who had come on vacation, in the shattering light of teleportation, and Khadgar was struggling to fight against the attacks of up to 30 undead cavalry.

He only defended and did not attack, and had no intention of harming these undead at all, although he might only need a large attack to temporarily disable them from combat, but he did not do that, because no one knew better than him what kind of power was hidden in Karazhan, and once those forces were provoked, even the current archmage Khadgar would have a hard time getting the chance to enter Karazhan again.

Especially when he heard that the Mentor Medivan still had a bloodline.

He knew she wasn't supposed to be here, there was only hatred for him, but he came anyway, maybe to see the old man, maybe to... Atonement, who knows?

"Enough, Artusen, lay down your weapons!

Moros, the old butler who came out of the shadows, was the most human-like of these undead, thanks to the burning blue rose he wore on his chest, his body was almost indistinguishable from what he had been more than ten years ago, and under his reprimand, Artumen raised his horn angrily, and finally gathered the furious undead knights, and the most excited Count Robin even had to be held down by two undead cavalrymen to ensure that he did not pounce on Khadgar.

Hate... The unspeakable hatred made Khadgar's heart even heavier, especially when he saw the barely changed butler Moros walking towards him, and the mage couldn't help but recall the first day he had been chosen by the Council of Six of Dalaran and sent to Karazan.

He was young, energetic, and energetic, but he was thrilled to learn magic and become an apprentice under the famous Astral Mage, but when he met Medivan, the Astral Mage who was not in a good mood scolded him for being a spy sent by Dalaran, and then walked away, and in Khadgar's most embarrassing moment, it was Moros who stepped forward, gave him a cup of hot tea, and told him a lot about Karazan's taboos, and he still remembered how much the kind old butler had helped him during his difficult years as an apprentice。

Even when he angered Medivan, Moros would take the initiative to speak for him to avoid the trouble he would get into, so to speak, Morros was the old man that Khadgar missed the most in the years of this tower.

At the end of Khadgar's evacuation of Karazhan with Marshal Lothar, the old man who refused to leave was holding the corpse of Mentor Medivan, and the servants who had been joking with him on a daily basis, and they gathered around his master's corpse, silent, cold, and they looked at him with a gaze that made Khadgar tremble in his heart to this day.

And now, Moros appeared again, and he stood there, ten paces away from Khadgar, and asked indifferently,

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

Khadgar took a deep breath and his gaze fell on the kid beside Merry Winterwind, dressed in a mix of green and black mage robes, holding a book in his hand, and his eyes were very similar to Medivan's, and from those eyes, Khadgar could see a hint of curiosity and an inexplicable taste.

He bowed his head,

"I've come to meet the Mentor's bloodline and return it by the way. ”

As he spoke, Khadgar took the staff of the guardian from his back, put it in his hand, and handed it to Moros, who had a cold smell all over his body, this is the staff used by Medivan, Khadgar got it unexpectedly after leaving Karazan that year, and now since the mentor Medivan still has blood, then this staff should be returned to its original owner.

Moros' eyes were cold, but in the face of Khadgar's actions, he hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Merry Winterwind and Median behind him, the old necromancer, with a broken wooden staff, walked up to Khadgar with Madian's support, he stretched out a finger, nodded on the staff of the Guardian that Khadgar handed out, and then shook his head,

"This staff has approved of you, and no one else can use it until you are completely dead... But I'm curious, Khadgar, where did you get it, as far as I know, no one else can use it without Medivan's permission, let alone get its approval. ”

Merry's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the silent Khadgar in front of him,

"So, I guess, you've seen Medivan after you killed him with your own hands, right?"

Silence, silence, and after a few seconds, Merry waved her hand and said to Moros,

"Butler, prepare a room for this guest, it seems, he knows something we don't know, about Medivan. ”

After saying that, Merry took Median and Anduin to leave here in the teleportation technique, and Moros looked at Khadgar, who bowed his head and was silent, and stretched out a finger,

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

Kad took a deep breath, and under the hateful gaze of the other undead, surrounded by their weapons, he stepped into the open iron bar, he didn't care about the hatred of these undead, he didn't care about their attacks, he came and went, that's all.

Thirty minutes later, with the light of the portal shining in the halls of Karazhan, a tired Dick walked into the mage tower that had been renovated by the undead who had been "revived", and under the guidance of Moros, he walked into the twisted space on the top floor of Karazhan.

This was once a platform built by Medivan himself to communicate and distort the void, and all the order of time and space has quietly disappeared here, and in the power of the astral mage, it has been mixed into a special law, complex and mysterious, which no one can understand to this day.

Some time ago, it was occupied by an Ereda demon named Prince Makzar, but after Merry Winterwind took time out of his tedious magical research, the arrogant Ereda demon's heart and indestructible claws became one of the most inconspicuous in Karazan's collection.

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

Merry, Median, Anduin, Ronin, and a strange mage wearing a purple robe, carrying a Guardian's Staff, and short white hair with black gloves.

He knew who it was, and after greeting the others, Dick reached out to Khadgar and whispered between the two men,

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

Khadgar looked up suddenly, and saw the hint of sadism on Dick's face, and a deliberate coldness,

"It's you!"

"Yes, it's me!"

Dick bared his teeth, then spread his hands, "A little joke, it means that I am unhappy with the things you did, of course I know you did the right thing, but I still don't feel good... So, that beating was for Medivan. ”

Khadgar also cracked his mouth, and whispered without giving in,

"Oh, that's a welcome ceremony, yes, maybe they didn't tell you, even with my fists, I won!"