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Medivan has made a number of changes to this amazing mage tower with a large interior, such as the magic lamp overhead, just like the sensor lamp Dick had seen before, which automatically turns on whenever someone approaches, dispelling the darkness.

And Medivan seems to like purple very much, which causes all the lights to come on as if they were shining with ultraviolet rays.

This gave Dick a sense of abruptness, until he entered the quiet ballroom, where Moros was sitting in the chair at the top, with his back to him, the old undead who cared more for Madion than the whole world, and when he was empty, he also hunched his back, quiet as a piece of wood.

Dick is very familiar with this situation, on the battlefield in the northern frontier, he has seen such undead more than once, that is when memories and reality conflict, the undead will enter a special state, so from the side reflects a point:

Unlike those cute, curious undead, Moros clearly knows his current state, he knows that he has become an undead, and he clearly knows what is happening to him.

As Dick approached, Moros's hoarse voice rang out.

"I was there when my master died... Mr. Lothar and the traitor Khadgar and the orc killed him, it was not that we didn't want to save him, but the master ordered us not to stop the murderers, I knew that it was the master and the dark voice who was fighting him, he knew that it was a sin to live, and I knew that he was seeking his own death. ”

"But what's the point of our people's existence without their master? Do you know what? Knight Dick, at that time, the whole of Karazhan's servants was like a lost soul, and every day someone committed suicide because he couldn't stand that kind of mental torture, and I know how the outside world judges the master, but in our hearts, the master is the master, and even if we are controlled by the dark voice, he will not accuse us poor people, let alone punish us. ”

"All the people in this tower were rescued by the master, without the master, Artemon would have died on the battlefield, Dorothy would have been tortured to death by that hateful nobleman, Romeo and Juliet would have fallen into the abyss of despair because of the hostility of the family, and the poor people who have been displaced, you don't understand, Knight Dick, you don't understand what the master means to us people. ”

Dick wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, and stood quietly behind Moros, the butler, this unique undead spirit had a special feeling, and Dick believed that if he could shed tears, he would probably be in tears by now.

"It was a terrible time, just when Atumen and I were about to break down, and the master returned! God, you can't imagine what the whole Karazan was like that day, the dead and the undead singing and dancing, we were given a new life, and I knew that the master had become spirits by then. He told me that he had an important mission to do, and that his children would eventually come back and inherit all that he had. ”

"Now, Master Median has returned, and this lonely tower finally has an owner. ”

Moros got up from his chair, carrying a peculiar horse lantern in his hand, and in the silver light he turned his head and bowed to Dick,

"Praise you, Mr. Dick, for bringing this tower back to life, and for us to be alone and ghosts, and for our cursed lives to have meaning once more. ”

The paladin pursed his lips, and he asked,

"But you have become the undead, have you ever resented this place, and it has taken away your most precious things!"

Moros squeezed out an ugly smile,

"Why be resentful? The master gave us the meaning of existence, but he just turned into a ghost, who would dislike his own home?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to get what you deserve. ”

The butler turned, but Dick stopped him,

"Wait, Mr. Morros, I think you need this thing more than I do, and you are more qualified than I am to keep it. ”

Moros turned around and saw the blue flame rose in the paladin's palm, all his quiet expression completely collapsed at this moment, and his demeanor disappeared, like a farmer who suffers from gains and losses, his hands are constantly rubbing against his clothes,

"Really? Can I really keep it? I can feel the aura of my master wrapping around this treasure, are you really willing to give it to me?"

Dick shrugged his shoulders, if his current behavior was seen by other paladins, he would definitely be called a heresy, not everyone could accept the existence of the undead, but Dick didn't care about this, he showed a hearty smile,

"Take it, Mr. Medivan has left me enough, and you need it more than I do. ”

With a trembling left hand, Moros took the Flame Rose handed over by Dick, and placed it in the collar of his clothes as a treasure, and the next moment, a dark blue flame appeared from Moros's body, and quickly wrapped it.

This strangeness made Dick couldn't help but take a step back, just about to make a move, the next moment, the flames disappeared, and Moros's standard undead face disappeared together, replaced by a white-haired old butler with an indifferent look, just like the old-fashioned old gentleman he had seen in the undestroyed Andorhar, if I didn't guess wrong, it should be what Moros looked like before he died.

The scene was lifelike, like a living person, but Dick could perceive that it was actually just an illusion, but Moros's appearance was more acceptable than the previous one.

As for why this was so, Dick didn't know, and he didn't care.

"Follow me, distinguished guest!"

Moros was unimpressed by the changes that had taken place in him, as an old butler who had served the astral mage for decades, he had seen more wonderful scenes more than once, and this small scene could not touch his cold heart.

But it can be seen that his voice also contains pleasure.

Ten minutes later, after passing through three elaborate traps and two secret doors hidden behind bookshelves, Dick followed Moros to a place that was familiar to him.

Observatory!

In the game, it is occupied by a Shadow Dragon, which is a very difficult opponent to deal with.

Now, there was indeed a shadow dragon lying on its stomach in the clean-up observatory, but Dick didn't feel the slightest hostility from it.

"This is the Void, a dying old dragon that the owner rescued in the Dragon Bone Wilderness, it doesn't like to deal with strangers, but the owner treats it well, and uses magic to extend its lifespan, and also changes its form, after the owner leaves, it is responsible for guarding the master's favorite observatory, and anyone who does not get permission to enter it will be ruthlessly torn apart by the Void!"

Moros gave a brief introduction, and then beckoned,

"Come with me, what the master left for you is here!"

It was a delicate stargazing platform, and on an obsidian table carved with star-scarred traces, three small golden boxes were placed, and Moros held out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

"Accept the gift of your master, Dick, you deserve it. ”

Dick glanced back at the mysterious building, Zhou Tianxing formed a gorgeous and mysterious scene in the light curtain behind him, making him feel like he was in the most beautiful illusion, the paladin withdrew his eyes, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and reached out to open the first box.

Flooded with golden light, Dick took a step back, reached out and took out the miniature suitcase inside, and the moment it was taken out, the box quickly grew in size, and finally became a large box that was one person tall and half a person wide.

The paladin opened it, and at this moment, his eyes widened!

A complete set of golden-red armor, fastened to a shelf inside the chest, visor, shoulderplates, breastplate, leg armor, bracers, boots, hand armor, belt.

The eight parts complement each other, and the common lines of gold, black, and red render this set of armor gorgeous and solemn, especially on the breastplate and the shoulder armor with two short swords inserted upside down, the holy book written by the astral spell himself, after the contact of Dick's holy energy, each character, shows a unique light.

There are also gold crosses on a red background on both sides of the battle armor, and the armor of the battle skirt, the holy text pattern intertwined by chains and armor pieces, and the golden belt in front of it, on which the gorgeous magic pattern interprets a unique luster, Dick stares at the overlaid, unique triangular visor, and in the two crystal inlaid eye sockets, as if there is another person watching him.

Just, serious and holy!

Obviously, this is a set of magic armor!

The most important thing is that Dick knows this suit of armor!

Paladin's Class Outfit T2 - Judgment Armor.

Dick's equipment system is definitely fresh in Dick's memory, but since entering this world, he has never seen a set of high-end armor, so he arbitrarily believes that there may not be a "suit" in the real world.

But now, that judgment has been overturned!

Because the moment Dick's hand came into contact with this armor, he understood that the armor in front of him was a suit of armor carefully crafted by Karazan's blacksmiths and enchanted by Medivan himself.

It seems that on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal that day, the astral mage was still modest, and this set of armor alone was a rare gift!

Dick's hands trembled a little as he felt the information in his head, and he gently closed the large suitcase, and then put it into his storage backpack, the astral mage must have thought about carrying it, so when this suit of armor was placed in the box, it would be treated as the "same" thing, and could be accommodated by the storage rucksack or storage ring.

"The master ordered the blacksmiths to take out all the minerals and magic materials he treasured, and carefully selected a lot, the ghost blacksmiths worked for half a month, and after making the rough blank, the master personally enchanted this set of armor, and also applied several magic circles, Dick Knight, the master has been paying attention to you since very early on, this is what he prepared half a year ago. ”

Moros sighed, remembering the time when Medivan was still there, and his tone was a little gloomy, "Go and see the second box, it's another gift that the master has spent seven days preparing for you." ”

Dick stretched out his hand and opened the second box, and this time it was no longer golden light, but a bright starlight, so violent, so dazzling, Dick couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hand, and then he heard the neighing of a war horse.

When the paladin opened his eyes, in the light that had rendered the entire stargazing platform like a galaxy, a unique majestic war horse walked out of the starlight.

This beautiful and majestic creature, as tall as Dick, its whole body was covered in pale blue starlight, and in a trance you could see a few stars emerging in its body, and its neck was bound with violet magic harness, like the harness that knights used to protect war horses, protecting most of its head and neck, and under the harness, the starlight eyes looked at Dick.

Every now and then, there will be a sneeze, on the chest of this astral warhorse, a huge violet gemstone and metal reins of the horse, binding the golden saddle behind the back of this warhorse, the astral mage's taste is absolutely superb, and even the reins of this circle of horses are embedded with mysterious magic patterns.

Of course, the most noteworthy thing is that the wings of this war horse, yes, are the same as the invincible death war horse of Arthas, this astral war horse, also has a pair of wings as light as cicada wings, perfectly integrated with its dreamlike body, when it stands on the ground, the wings are retracted on the sides of the body, the horse raises its legs at will, and a touch of starlight escapes around its legs, like a little light feather, falling to the ground.

Dick could even imagine what a beautiful band of light would appear behind this astral warhorse when he rode this starlight warhorse and soared into the sky.

But isn't this guy a little too beautiful, like a work of art, if you really ride it into battle, will it be targeted by some envious, jealous and hateful opponents?

Although thinking about these messy things, Dick's left hand still gently put on the neck of the astral warhorse,

"Hello, Xinghua. ”

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