"That's right, Merry, you and Medivan have really got Karazan up again. ”

Upwind trail, Karazan Tower.

Boss Hu stood on the circular terrace on the top floor of Karazhan and looked at the affiliated towns below that had barely regained some popularity.

The inner hall of this circular terrace, which was the place where Boss Hu and Sargeras fought fiercely, had been bombarded into a suspended ruin by divine power, and the space was extremely unstable, but after Merry and Medivan took over, they worked hard to stabilize the unstable space here, and renovated the top floor of the tower.

Once the entire Karazhan Tower had been largely repaired, Meri began to rebuild the ruins of the town around Karazhan and called on the people to return in the name of the Guardians, promising that the tragedy of the past would never be repeated.

Today, a small number of residents who had fled to other places have returned.

The inhabitants were bold and reluctant to leave their homeland, so after seeing that the new Guardian had rebuilt their homes for them and exempted them from taxes for another five years, they couldn't help but come back to find out what was going on.

Merry Winterwind also touched the Twilight Orchard Grove in the Twilight Forest region, a fledgling colony founded by refugees from the Upwind Trail.

Their leader's name is Vinianca, who has an artifact greatsword called Apocalypse, and is only about sixteen or seventeen years old, not yet officially an adult, but his mind is already extremely mature.

Now that she's heard from the Guardians, she's considering whether to move all of her followers back to her homeland on the Windwind Trail.

"It's nothing, just do what we can, after all, Karazan was also a prosperous area in the first place, and it would be a waste to be abandoned like this. Merry laughed hoarsely.

Boss Hu leaned on the edge of the terrace and looked down, and nodded when he heard the words.

"Venianca's side you have a snack, it's better to let them all move back, this little girl is a little extreme, don't force her. ”

"I understand. Merry replied immediately.

"By the way, I heard that there are still remnants of that group of black-clothed cavalry outside?" Boss Hu asked again at this time.

Medivan, who was sitting on the side, was a little embarrassed, after all, this black cavalry was established by himself when Sargeras was possessed, and the only purpose was to loot all kinds of artifacts for Karazhan.

Now that the black-clad cavalry had all turned into undead form, they were carrying out this mission even more radically, and had completely forgotten their master, Medivan.

"We're already working on clearing it, and the location of the camp for this group of Black Cavalry is very secretive, so it's tricky, but the artifact treasure room at the base of the tower has now been cleared. ”

Hu Feng nodded, "Yes, in short, this group of black cavalry must die, and it is a disaster to keep it." ”

"Now the overall situation of Karazhan is also considered to be normal, which is also good for the Overwatch in the Cursed Lands, otherwise the Alliance's supply lines to the Overwatch are too far away. Medivan shrugged his shoulders and replied, "By the way, Lord God, I heard that the new tribe is also going to establish an outpost in the Cursed Lands?"

Hu Feng sighed when he heard this, "That's right, it seems that it was decided to call it the Thunder King Fortress, which echoes the Overwatch Fortress, one in the east and the other in the west, to jointly monitor the movement of the Dark Gate." ”

"Sooner or later, we will fight it, and there are still many remnants of the old tribesmen in that broken world. Merry then replied hatefully.

Medivan tilted his head at this point, as if listening to a spiritual message.

"The banquet hall is ready, let's go down, the ghost opera troupe is also ready, it feels like a lifetime has passed since the last performance, and I really miss it. ”

Coming to the opera banquet hall on the ground floor of the tower, the stage opposite has been shrouded in scarlet curtains, and the ghost actors are now doing the final rehearsals and duets backstage.

These ghostly actors are trapped in Karazhan forever, but thanks to Merry*'s efforts to improve it, they can now step out of the Karazhan Tower and move freely around the surrounding area, which is also a big improvement.

The entire theater hall is divided into the main area on the lower floor and the VIP seats on the upper floor, the main area is like a large banquet hall of the hotel, dozens of tables and stools are placed in it, and it is already full of people at the moment.

All the older generals of King Ryan and Grand Chief Durotan were all gathered here at this moment, with the humans sitting on the left and the orcs on the right.

But to expect these generals to be able to keep to themselves or pay attention to the rules is really too much.

A large part of these visitors had met and fought on the battlefield.

And at this moment, I saw the old opponents on the battlefield, and naturally there were all kinds of sarcasm and scolding, grievances and grievances between the alliance and the tribes, which could be written into a long history book.

However, because it has been strictly forbidden to have fights and fights, these generals are mixed together, you have me, I have you, and the distribution of seats is completely chaotic.

The former old rivals sat at the same table, you stare at me and I stared at you, you said a league dog and I said a tribal pig, and the atmosphere was not warm.

Either they take the liquor and viciously fight with the other party, and the losing side is laughed at loudly, and all kinds of abuse and sarcasm are endless.

The high-level VIP seats on the second floor are much more elegant, and the number of people here is also scarce, basically high-level bigwigs of the level of Ryan, Lothar, Durontan and Orgrim.

"It's not me talking about you, back then, your old tribe knew that it was a sure defeat with your ass, don't believe it, just that kind of chaotic beating, it's strange if you are undefeated!"

Lothar was arguing loudly with Orgrim, who was sitting across from him, and the latter, as the last Grand Chief of the Old Tribe, was naturally resentful.

"Fart! You're so smart with a butt and you can prophesy!" Orgrim poured down a glass of spirits before slamming the glass on the table.

"Also, the people of your alliance are too cunning, don't think I forgot, you used moldy and spoiled grain to fool us, and you also painted white paint on it, causing the tribal warriors to keep diarrhea, and you also used a chain of tricks to find a hateful dwarf to attack the tribal soldiers who were having stomach trouble!"

That dwarf Oscar has nothing to do with our alliance, that's just his personal behavior!"

"I even know the name, and I say it's a personal act! Okay, how do you explain the grain thing!"

Lothar and Orgrim stared wide-eyed and sat on the sidelines and made a noise, as everyone around them was accustomed to it.

These two generals of the older generation are actually not so obsessed with the grievances of the past, they are just remembering the years of the year, remembering their young peak time when they could step on the war horse at any time and join the battle.

As for the current Cold War and military confrontation between the Union and the Horde, they did not say a word.

That's already a problem and responsibility for the new generation, isn't it?