Karazhan.

At one time, it was the residence of the mysterious Guardian of Tirisfa. It was once a place full of life. And now, it has fallen silent with the passing of its owner.

It's silent, but that doesn't mean it's motionless. In the embrace of night, silent images drift 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 are released into figuration by the madness of the tower's erstwhile owners. Now, a terrible curse has forced them to recreate the old days over and over again in this forgotten tower, forcing them to perform one-act plays without audiences.

"This damn place...... Dasohan watched as a black-clad butler passed through his body, the frail old man holding a silver disc and a pair of blindfolds on his head, shuffling slowly through the corridor with heavy steps, Da Sohan's presence seemed to have no effect on him.

"yes, there's nothing here except this old ghost who keeps wandering around here, and I have a creepy feeling!" Muradin shuddered, very cooperative.

"Moros!" Khadgar suddenly raised his head and said loudly, from the moment he entered this quiet mage tower, this mage had been unusually silent, and at this moment his face was filled with nostalgia and emotion: "His name is Moros, and he is Master Medivan's butler. ”

Khadgar looked at the ghost of the old butler and repeated the same action back and forth, and sighed, "He's a good man, a good good man. ”

"What really happened?" Even honest people like Ferding began to gossip.

Khadgar just looked up at the dilapidated apartment and didn't speak.

Danas coughed heavily, and since the outbreak of the Orc War, Danas has participated in countless battles along with Tulayan and Khadgar. Forming a deep friendship, he knew Khadgar's complicated feelings for Medivan.

"Regardless, that astral mage is the guardian of our humanity, and we should have enough respect for him!"

Danas's words brought the Fordin to their senses, and they were a little ashamed of their actions.

"I'm sorry, Khadgar. I ......"

"It's nothing, Tirio. It is an indisputable fact that the Astral Mage was possessed by a demon and opened the door to darkness, and we cannot deny it, but I am sure that he never gave up the battle against the demon in the last crucial moment, if it were not for his help. I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat that powerful demon yet. ”

"Okay, okay, all of them are big men, why are they chirping here." Da Sohan's loud voice shook the room, "There are no astral mages, there are other mages, demons will always find the person they want to possess." Now that our war is on the verge of victory, the orcs will soon be driven back to their homeland by us, and we will kill them again. Wipe them out completely, and our world will be completely safe! ”

If Carl is here. Sure enough to give a thumbs up to Dassault Suohan. Nima, you were so prescient, how did you later possess the devil......

"I said," a faint voice suddenly sounded from Mograini, "should you find a place for wounded people like me to rest?" ”

"Cut!" Da Sohan looked at Mograini with disdain. "Muradin's injuries are much worse than yours, look at people - look at you again, it's a shame, don't go out in the future and say I know you......"

As he spoke, he slapped Muradin in the chest. Da Sohan's stature is the tallest being among humans. Muradin, on the other hand, was only up to his thighs, and Da Sohan had to bend down, looking unusually funny.

Muladin was caught off guard by being slapped in the wound, grinning in pain, slamming his hand away, and roaring: "Go aside!" ”

Dassault Han smiled wryly, causing everyone to burst into laughter, and the originally somewhat oppressive atmosphere finally dissipated and softened.

They went to a spacious hall, where dinner was served, and the funeral of the fallen warriors was buried halfway up the hill behind the Karazhan Tower, from which they could see most of the valley and a platform of the tower.

After attending the funeral, everyone gathered back in a conference room to discuss the next steps.

"Karl has gone to join the Generalissimo, and we should launch a final general assault and fight the Horde to the death." Speaking of business, Da Sohan did not have his usual big grin, and said in a solemn tone with a straight face. "If nothing else, Stormwind is the place where we will fight."

Everyone nodded, now that the situation was clear, the orcs had lost their grip, and even if they resisted, it was just a death throe.

"So what are you waiting for? We're heading to Stormwind, and I can't wait! Mograini slammed the table and shouted.

Everyone gave him a blank look, only Muradin and Dassohan looked at him with approval, and they were clearly eager to try.

"I think we should keep an eye on the orcs' movements, and we must not let the orcs escape back to their homeland this time." Tirio said.

"Because we might launch an attack on their world next?" Danas picked up the conversation.

Except for a few people with a great sense of war, the others looked at Danas in confusion.

Khadgar saw the puzzled eyes of several people, and explained for Danas and Tirio: "Deathwing took that orc and artifact, which is always a threat to us that cannot be ignored, so we must send an army to recapture the artifact, destroy the Horde, and prevent the Horde from summoning the Burning Legion." ”

Only then did everyone realize that even if the Stormwind Battle Alliance won the victory, it did not mean that the war was over, and they faced a greater threat. Especially the mages of Quel'Salas and Dalaran who know the Burning Legion and demons unusually well.

Romans the Great and Kr'Zugaard looked at each other.

"Yes, we must reclaim the artifact and stop the invasion of the Burning Legion!"

"Dalaran will fully assist the expeditionary force in attacking Draenor!"

"It's our duty to be a Hammer Clan!" Furstad patted his chest hard.

Muradin glared at the guy and loudly expressed his support for the Alliance's expedition in the same unconvinced.

Danas looked at the crowd, "This is just our speculation, we still need to wait for the final decision of the council." ”

Everyone nodded knowingly, believing that the kings would not be so short-sighted, and the Alliance's expedition seemed to be imperative.

"So what are we going to do now?" Verena asked.

"We're heading towards Stormwind, where our big force awaits us!"

"Agreed~"

"Agreed!"

……

On one of the terraces of the Karazhan Tower, Onexia sat on a battlement, her legs bent, her knees folded, and she watched the two bright moons in the sky.

"Are you- are you really the Black Dragon Princess?"

A timid voice rang in Onexia's ears.

She didn't have to look back, she knew who was coming. Onexia moved to the side, and the visitor sat down next to her.

"I'm a black dragon, but I'm not a princess anymore."

Wen Leisha's face was unusually pompous with a look of surprise, perhaps realizing that she was not the material for the show, she lowered her head a little embarrassed, and suddenly raised her head suddenly, her two jewel-like eyes rolling around.

Onexia looked at the eccentric Winresa with some amusement, and said softly, "You don't have to be tempted, Sylvanas already knows my true identity." ”

Wen Ressa's small mouth opened into an O-shape, this time there was no element of performance, she didn't expect her second sister to tolerate such a thing, the black dragon is almost the enemy of the world.

"I ...... I, I'm just wondering why you fell in love with that bastard Carl, when you met him, he wasn't as strong as he is now...... Well, perverted, perverted, right? ”

"Flutter~" Onexia couldn't help laughing, she didn't expect Wen Lesa to learn to use the word metamorphosis and metamorphosis, which must have been influenced by the ears and eyes of those guys in Danas.

Wen Resa also seemed to find that his words were a little 'rude', his face was a little blushing, but in his heart he shot Carl over and over again, and he blamed this bastard!

"When you fall in love with someone, you'll understand!" Onexia looked at the white lady hanging in the sky, and a happy smile was on her face.

Wen Lesa pursed her lips disdainfully: If you don't say it, don't say it, what's so strange, I really don't know what's so good about Carl's bastard, how arrogant her second sister is, there is no man in the whole Quel'Salas that she can look at, who knows, but she was coaxed by Carl, a flowery ghost.

It is said that curiosity kills cats, and Wen Lesa is completely unaware that she has sunk into it because of her curiosity about Carl. (To be continued.) )