The departure of Ryan and the others made Karazhan, which had been bustling and lively a few days ago, particularly gloomy and deadly in contrast. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Awakening from a deep slumber, Medivan still doesn't seem used to being noisy and bright. Anyway, the guests had already left, and the loyal Moros did as he wished, forbidding the movement of his servants after dark, and reducing the magic lighting.

Without the lights and popularity, Karazhan takes on a strange and subtle gloomy horror at night.

The slight footsteps were amplified countless times, step by step, as if walking on a person's heartbeat.

Who would break Morros's ban?

You know, in the matter of Talia, although Ryan and Lothar didn't say anything, Medivan purged a large number of servants as soon as they left. It is said that he was exiled to a foreign land, but he was never seen again. Not to mention the life of the servant, not to mention the guardian, even the great butler will not care. The rest of the people did not have the courage to question their whereabouts, so they could only be extremely careful to clamp their tails and behave, and would never violate Moros's orders at this time and cut off a small life that they had managed to save.

Even Moros himself, who is the most faithful executor of Medivan's orders, will never walk around privately without the call of his master.

Then, at this time, the only one who is still walking around Karazhan so unscrupulously is naturally the owner of this Karazhan.

Medivin walked slowly down the spiral staircase, looking down at the bottom of Karazhan at his feet. It was dark, and he couldn't see anything, but he smiled with satisfaction.

He quickly reached his destination, pushed open the door, and walked inside.

The room has been cleaned and all the furniture has been renewed. But even so, there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

Medivan pulled out his chair and sat down. He pulled his hand and snapped his fingers. An unknown liquid flowed out of the teapot and poured into the cup. The plate is automatically filled with pastries that are still warm.

He picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

"I'm still not used to this kind of human appetite." He muttered softly to himself. "But let's do as the locals do."

Medivan's other empty hand randomly drew magic patterns in the air, and when all the patterns took shape, a little gold poured out from his fingertips, coating all the magic patterns with a bright golden light. He casually recited the incantation. "Back in time."

If Simon was here, he would have jumped in horror - Medivan had already mastered the Bronze Dragon's Time Spell.

In the dimly lit room, the light gradually distorts. A bright mirror image slowly emerged in the darkness.

Madison is smiling and sipping pastries, drinking tea, and his face is covered with the soft reflection in the mirror, like an ordinary person sitting in a movie theater watching a movie in the twenty-first century.

The opening of the movie is the sound of the door being opened.

The man in the inner chamber came out, and it was the fake Talia, who was angrily clutching her hair and complaining.

"Who?"

Seeing the person who came in clearly, her eyes lit up, and she gently pulled the strap of the robe that had just been put on, and the silky satin flowed down the girl's smooth skin like water, revealing the sultry little dress inside. She winked at her and wanted to speak.

As soon as the doorman closed the door, he strode in, stretched out his hand and copied her, and went into the inner room.

All I heard was a muffled sound. Talia was thrown on the bed by him.

The man's fingers slowly swam down her shoulders, forearms, fingers, she squinted with enjoyment.

Then there was a crunch, accompanied by Talia's screams of disbelief.

A bloody finger was snapped alive from her hand by the man.

"You ......," Talia jumped to her feet, her eyes full of fear and cried for help. Morag!! ”

The man blinked and looked behind him. In the corner, in the shadows, the figure of a man gradually became apparent.

Seeing that her reinforcements had arrived, Talia was relieved again, and her pain and fear turned to anger. She hissed, "Kill him!" Morag, kill him!! ”

The man tossed the finger in his hand like garbage, and turned around.

"Morag?"

Morag was still under his cloak, and his face and expression could not be seen in the shadows. I didn't see him move, but I saw the star-like arcane coming straight to the man's face.

Starlight seemed to meet an invisible wall an inch in front of the man, silently exploding and shattering into fluorescent. He himself commented calmly. "Look at this level, it's good. Then you should know this. ”

He pulled out a palm-sized piece from his bosom, the black surface with bright red patterns like hot lava.

"This ......," Morage withdrew his hand in disbelief.

Talia didn't know what he was hesitating about, but she knew that she could only rely on Morag for her life and death. And what kind of token is this thing - a token that will make Morag hesitate. So she couldn't help but exclaim, "That's fake." Morag, don't trust him. As he spoke, he boldly ran towards the Morag.

The man didn't stop her, but raised his hand at Morage. "Whether it's fake or not, see for yourself."

He threw his things flat on the ground not far from Morag.

Morag ignored Talia, who was hiding behind him like a frightened bird, and instead fell down on one knee at the black object, muttering something in his mouth.

Suddenly a puff of black smoke floated from the object, and in the black smoke was a pair of golden majestic eyes, and a cold light flashed in the cold vertical pupils.

Morag took a deep breath and fell to his knees. "Your ......"

"Obey him as you obey me."

A roaring sound shook the air in the room.

The man casually walked over, picked up the thing on the ground, and stuffed it back into his chest. "Now you believe it?"

"Yes." Morag also stood up, bowing his head obediently. "The will of the king cannot be disobeyed. What do you need me to do now? ”

"What! Morag! Are you crazy? Thalia screamed. Listen to him? Look what he did to me! She lifted her hand, and it was a pity that the slender and beautiful hand was mutilated because it was missing a finger.

"It's noisy......," said the man, strolling over to the coffee table and sitting down gracefully. In that plane, he happened to be sitting on the other side of Medivan. "So, Morag, first thing, pluck her tongue off."

Talia covered her mouth in horror.

And the Morag in front of her had already turned. Her eyes were calm as if she were just an animal to be slaughtered.

He reached out and grabbed Talia by the neck.

"My lord, she could have been the queen of Stormwind."