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If you had to find something here, there would be nothing but the barren dirt, the wandering undead, and the simple-minded, four-limbed Downwind Ogre, who could thrive in this dead land.

In recent years, some of the nobles of the Twilight Forest have ventured out on the Upwind Trail and investigated the strange aura of death that pervades the area. They entered the tower in the darkness, but never returned. In fact, some witnesses insist that the spirits of the nobles still hovering within Karazhan, suffering from the curse, and that they will never be able to leave the shattered halls of the tower.

But there are some people who are not afraid of the spirits of the dead.

"Mentor, your ghost story isn't very good. Elsa looked around with interest. "You should listen to the ghost stories told by my brother, when I was a child, he used to scare me so much that I didn't dare to sleep. Elsa blushed, and she heard that she was scared into her brother's quilt when she was a child, and her brother had no choice but to sleep on the floor.

"I'm reminding you that Karazanny is not really abandoned, it is now occupied by some less hospitable hosts. Khadgar lifted his hood, the magic net near Karazan has been in a very disordered state since Medivan left, and if he uses the teleportation book to teleport directly around Karazan, he will be thrown into the distorted void, and as a last resort, the master and apprentice can only choose to walk, of course, this trip is not only the two of them, but also some of Dalaran's mages, and even, Ronin himself came.

"Master Khadgar. Ronin was cautious all the way, and when he entered the upwind trail, the chaotic energy here made him feel uncomfortable. Not to mention the ogres who are always roaming around them----- those guys have very high magic resistance to their skin, making them difficult for the average mage to deal with.

"Just call me Khadgar. "The 'hierarchy' among mages is generally only expressed in the amount of knowledge they possess, because knowledge represents the power that the mage wields, and Khadgar and Ronin are both archmages.

"There are more and more ogres. Ronin pointed to the distance on the west side of the road, where several ogres had clumsily hidden themselves behind a pile of rubble.

"Don't worry. Khadgar turned his head and smiled. "I have a way to deal with them. ”

Karazhan's tower was already clearly visible, its green tops illuminated by the sunlight piercing through the clouds, shining like jewels, and it was here that Khadgar spent his apprenticeship, and it was here that he witnessed the fall of a great magician and a different kind of love.

"Kill them all!!" The ogre behind the pile of rocks finally couldn't help but rush out, and Luo Ning was surprised to find that there seemed to be some kind of spellcaster among these ogres, and a ball of energy composed of lightning was flying towards him.

Khadgar swung his staff, and several huge fireballs formed, heading straight for the ogre spellcaster.

The hulking ogre didn't dodge Khadgar's magic, and its magically resistant skin didn't protect it, and in the blink of an eye, it wailed and turned into a large torch.

"@#!#!!!" Before Ronin could activate the arcane magic brewing in his hand, the ogres suddenly shouted an unknown prophecy and fled in all directions.

"There is a shaman among these ogres. Khadgar gestured to the still burning corpse. "Just kill it, and the other ogres will run away. ”

Ronin nodded, it was not surprising that Khadgar had lived here for a long time, and he knew the customs of these ogres.

The towering Tower of Magic, a mixture of heavy white brick and stucco, jutts into the sky, taller than all the surrounding mountains, and looks like a lighthouse in the moonlight. The tower has a low wall at its base, and outside it is an abandoned residential area, and inside the wall is a tall tower, an animal pen, and a blacksmith's shop, which is no match for the height of the tower - in fact, the tower stands out from everything, including the mountains here.

The tower is silent, but that doesn't mean it's motionless. In the embrace of night, silent images float in and out of the windows, and various visions dance between the terrace and the wall. It's not a good idea to call them ghosts, but rather to be a remnant of a poetic past. These shadows of the past have been unleashed by the madness of the tower's erstwhile owners. Now, a terrible curse has forced them to recreate their old ways over and over again in this forgotten tower, forcing them to perform mime without an audience.

"It's just a magical bondage. Khadgar explained to his students. "The web here has been transformed, and all the energy flows into the tower, and even when I was studying with Medivan here, those ghosts often came out to 'make trouble', in fact, they are just images of the past embodied by the arcane, and real ghosts are not so friendly. ”

Karazan's key had long since been lost, and Khadgar stood in front of the rusty bar, muttering a spell to himself.

The incantation grew louder and louder, shattering the silence around them. The wolves in the mountains in the distance heard his chant and instinctively howled in response.

The iron fence slowly rose with a creaking sound, and the invisible barrier slowly receded, and Karazhan turned and nodded in favor of the brim of his hat.

"Welcome to Karazan. ”

Khadgar took a breath and stepped into the place where he had studied and lived and was considered a magical mecca.

An old butler in black stood in the doorway, a frail old man holding a silver disc and a pair of blindfolds on his head, shuffling slowly through the corridor with heavy steps.

Khadgar held Elsa's arcane hand and shook his head at him, and he took a few steps forward, straight through the old butler's body.

"The images of the past don't do us any harm, they're just images, repeating what arcane beings are. ”

Elsa looked back, and sure enough, the old man was just walking back and forth in the doorway, as if waiting for the guest to come to the door.

"Do you know why I came here to study in the first place?" Khadgar asked Elsa and looked at Ronin.

"Like a spy, I'm the eyes and ears of the Kenrito Council at the side of the Guardian, and Kenrito is eager to learn the valuable knowledge that the most powerful wizard in the world has hidden in his library, and of course, if his heir is Kenrito's chosen one, that would be the better, wouldn't it?" Khadgar smiled self-deprecatingly, he didn't expect that decades later, he would return here for the same purpose, and moreover, with Kenrito's people.

"At that time, I was just an apprentice. Luo Ning explained to Elsa, who looked puzzled. "I do know, however, that it has not been a year or two since Medivon ignored Kenrito, and that Master Caddegar was the first time he had responded to Kenrito's request, and perhaps he had foretold something. ”

"Actually, no, I was ----- more like I was exiled, and the old men of Violet Castle were a little afraid of me. Khadgar suddenly winked at his student. (To be continued.) )