The teleportation array glowed blue in a dark corner.

"Ahem, ahem..."

The smell of dust caused Kael'thas to cough twice, and Medivin let go of his hand and led the way.

This is an unknown corner of Karazan, at least not in the last life of Kael'thas.

"There are a lot of teleportation circles hidden here, and only I know how to teleport."

Medivan explained with a smile.

He led Kael'thas through the ruined cloister, where damaged portraits remained on the jade-like walls.

"Isn't it cleaner here?"

Kael'thas found that everywhere he passed was a mess.

"Oh, all the useful things have come and carried them away by the men of Dalaran - in wagons."

Medivan said with something like sarcasm on his lips:

"Those people have been spying on my knowledge and the Great Library for a long time, and they have formed a secret organization, the Violet Eye, to target me specifically and steal my knowledge, treasures, and books."

"Including that disciple of mine, Khadgar, who is also a spy sent by them."

Turning his head, Medivan looked at Kael'thas and smiled:

"The key to Karazhan is now only on him."

This mage knew all the little moves of Dalaran.

However, Kael'thas didn't ask Medivan why he knew Khadgar was a spy and took him as a disciple.

He never believed that a few humans could kill this demigod so easily...

Khadgar is just a pawn of Medivan, and he uses Khadgar to let others know about the demon in his body, and personally guide his own destruction.

Speaking of which, Medivan was not killed by others, but killed himself.

The two men walked down the cloister to the entrance of the main entrance.

Medivan stopped.

Kael'thas looked at it with some confusion:

"What's wrong?"

He noticed that Medivan's gaze was looking at the stables on the other side, and from there there was a deep evil aura.

Kael'thas knew what it was.

It was where the Mafu Atumen of the Medivan family was located - he was now an undead.

Karazan used to be a bustling castle, a backdrop or a city... But most of them were killed by the demon-possessed Medivan, and those souls and bodies were confined to this place all the time.

"There was an unexplained explosion in this area in the primeval era, and space-time blurred and collapsed, making this a space-time node in the universe, connecting many other worlds and the warped void."

"I built Karazan here, and those special surnames keep those souls from resting."

Medivan shook his head bitterly:

"Maybe it's the wrong choice."

His face was a little pained, but Kael'thas understood.

Killing servants with your own hands and watching them turn into monsters - no one is happy.

"If you can't accept it, you don't have to watch us do it later."

Kael'thas advises Medivan, and he brings a lot of High Elves over to deal with Karazan's monsters.

Medivan nodded.

"That's the gate, and the way to open has already told you."

He pointed to the huge gate in front of him and finished speaking to Kael'thas, turning into a raven and flying away.

'Open it from the inside without a key. That's why the two of them teleported in.

Kael'thas walked to the gate and fiddled with the simple mechanism around him.

"Bang" "Bang"

Little by little, the huge gates opened, kicking up huge amounts of dust.

Sunlight penetrated through the outside, and a golden color appeared in the field of vision.

"Your Highness, everyone is ready."

The female ranger walked forward and saluted, this is Aurelia.

Perhaps to change something, Kael'thas called out her from Quel'Thalas.

"Well, those spellbreakers have also arrived?"

Kael'thas glanced at his elven troops, then asked Aurelia.

This female ranger has a stern look and clear eyes.

"Yes, Your Highness, they are right behind."

She pointed in the direction for Kael'thas to be a few High Elf Spellbreakers with two-headed blades and golden shields.

Spellbreaker - a unique class of the High Elves, a very mysterious profession even in this race.

This class doesn't have many offensive skills, but they're more valuable than any other class - because they're the natural enemy of all legal classes.

Spellbreakers are not affected by any spells and can easily interrupt the caster's spells, spells, and even turn spells cast by others towards their attacking owners.

Unfortunately, after the Scourge of the Dead, the profession faded away.

Karazan was more important than Kael'thas had in the first place, and the Anastarians had sent them to help.

"Legendary mages sent by His Majesty are surveying this area."

Aurelia went on to report on the movements of the other group:

"They have to determine how to open the barrier based on the terrain."

This was also arranged by Anastarian, and the Headwind Trail had apparently been turned into his own force by the High Elves.

There was a slight discrepancy with Kael'thas answer to Varian.

"Hmm."

However, Kael'thas can't call the shots in this matter, and who can resist the strength of the king of elves?

Anastarian spoke, and even the mages of Dalaran did not dare to act lightly on his decision—the elven king had not spoken to the outside world for centuries.

Besides, Karazan's good things have already been almost moved by Dalaran.

For cases like this... Kael'thas was also inevitably a little happy in his heart.

Setting up an enchantment on the upwind path and completely transforming Karazhan into a castle for the High Elves is also in line with his expectations.

Karazan is a huge castle, even bigger than a small town, well... It was a small town for a while.

This majestic multi-storey castle with its own banquet hall, opera house and ballroom was the most popular entertainment haven for princes and nobles from all over the continent many years ago.

If such a castle becomes a city of high elves, it can also carry the normal life and study of more than 10,000 people.

At this moment, there are nearly 600 High Elves gathered at the gate of Karazhan, and these people will help cleanse the undead and monsters.

Kael'thas walked into Karazan with the elves.

"Break this door first."

To prevent accidents, Kael'thas first asked the elves to break down the gate - which would help them come and go freely.

And it would be safer to build a new gate afterwards.

In less than a minute, the gate was breached.

Kael'thas called a few familiar subordinates and gave them a map of the place.

"We divided into six teams and went to different levels to clean up."

He assigned specific layered routes.

There may be more than a dozen floors in Karazan, including underground, but Kael'thas has the impression that there are only about five floors that are qualified for the elves to deal with seriously - well, that memory is too far away.

But Kael'thas still remembered the awesome thing, and he wasn't sure how many bosses would be there at this time, but he still reminded the elves.

After that, Kael'thas brought more than 90 elves of his own to the stable.

Their arrival caused turmoil in the stables, and some of the horses that had long since died and only skeletons were left running to attack.

"Destroy them."

Kael'thas ordered.

These things that have been left behind by Karazhan are not the same as the real undead, at least they are not collectively subordinate to one person.

The horses were crushed to the bones and soon fell, but the movement also attracted the hunter Atumen and his mounts.

"Who killed these horses."

"The master will be angry!"

As soon as this groom appeared, it was burned to the ground by the fire of the elves.

[So weak? 】

Kael'thas was a little taken aback.

But Artumen was only a groom during his lifetime, and it is normal for him to be weak.

A few mages chanted incantations, then banished the scattered souls from the stables, and the place was clean.

Kael'thas led the men up the stairs.

They arrived at the cabaret, where the undead had been cleared, presumably by others passing through the area to make it up to the third floor.

"Let's go to the next ballroom."

Kael'thas led the elves into some of the apparitional banquet halls.

The lavish hall was still as it had been before the destruction, with everyone eating and drinking freely and eating food that would never be finished, and a skeletal butler in a red gown was walking around with a few of his servants.

"Well, uninvited guest? It's time to prepare. ”

The human elves were spotted, and the red butler made a sound.

He called someone to drive the elves away, but the elves didn't care so much and started fighting.

These undead don't really have much intelligence, and most of them simply repeat their actions before they died.

Kael'thas watched with some pathetic look at the butler as he muttered to keep it clean as he fought, carefully recalling his name.

Moros... It seems to be the name, he was Medivan's housekeeper during his lifetime, and he was once persuaded to leave, but he didn't do it...

The result was that he was killed by Sargeras.

"As soon as I left, it was dirty again."

Moros fell down as he read a monotonous sentence, his skeletal hand sticking out with hollow eyes.

"Ah, I'm useless... The host's banquet..."

Until the flame of life is extinguished, his obsession remains.

Kael'thas finally understood why Medivan didn't want to see these things.

What was the meaning of this Karazhan to that mage?

Anger, regret, regret, sadness...

He got rid of Sargeras with death, and now what kind of mood is he using to make up for a mistake that he did not make at all?

Kael'thas suddenly admired Medivan - no matter what, this mage is great.

How many people can stay in the world while dying and worry about other lives?

Kael'thas told the elves to continue to disperse the souls, allowing them to leave Karazhan and sleep peacefully.

(To be continued)