Aturus looked up at the sky, his mood as heavy and depressed as the dark canopy of the sky.

He is an archmage affiliated with Dalaran and has a lot of experience and qualifications. So, unsurprisingly, Kenrito was appreciated, and he joined the Violet Eye many years ago, and quickly became one of the most important decision-makers.

The Violet Eye is a private organization established by Kenrito to investigate and monitor Medivan's activities, and is one of Kenrito's most important units. The benefits are naturally superb, not to mention that after Medivan's death, the Violet Eye has almost absolute freedom of action in Karazhan.

It was the abode of the famous guardians, and the hidden value in it once made the Violet Eye the most famous fragrant bun in all of Dalaran.

However, the good times did not last long, and a series of grotesques that occurred after almost completely wiped out this hidden organization.

Oturus rubbed the back of his aching neck and slowly withdrew his gaze. As usual, the sky was always dark and gloomy, day and night.

"Moving your cervical spine again?" Behind him, another middle-aged woman in a purple archmage robe walked over.

Oturus didn't look back, he knew who was coming, and he knew that just as he had the habit of observing the sky every afternoon, the other party had also developed the habit of laughing at him after he had finished observing.

Yes, this place is just too boring.

After Medivan's death, the emanating dark magic swept through the Windwind Trail, leaving nothing left but barren dirt. Even the Sunshine Forest and the Dark Swamp on the east and west sides have changed dramatically as a result, and over the years, they have become quite aptly named Twilight Forest and Sad Swamp.

Moreover, due to the erosion of the magic net by evil energy, the flow of magic in this area is quite chaotic and manic. If the magic of Dalaran is a lake, then it is a wild horse.

In such an environment, it is impossible to calm down and delve into arcane knowledge.

It is precisely for these reasons that there are fewer and fewer mages who are willing to stay here, and now only Oturus and Raylda remain. The former is the commander of the operation, and the latter is the official promotion of the archmage by completing this mission.

As for the rest of the assistants, there is no need to mention them, anyway, they will be replaced by new ones in a few days.

"How's it going today?" Otulus ignored Relda's teasing, and looked at the tower behind her.

The outer walls, darker than the sky, were crawling with dark moss, clustered in the cracks of the walls, like swarms of decaying maggots. The cold wind wandered in confusion through the paths, and around the towers of the independent wasteland, there were mournful murmurs.

The Tower of Karazhan, despite the fact that the Violet Eye has done its best to preserve it while exploring it out of awe and profit, the legendary Mage Tower is still falling like an old man on the verge of death, at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The magic escaped, and the infrastructure collapsed, especially in the upper areas where the fighting broke out, and the broken walls and bricks of various sizes collapsed irregularly. The dilapidated corridors, the broken beams, all piled up on the torn floor.

Looking at the upper layer alone, it can only be described by the word dilapidated. The strange thing is that in the relatively intact lower area, the small windows are still flickering.

"There is no room for optimism. Layda put away her jokes, her face becoming more and more heavy, "Those ghosts, now even the hall entrance and the stables are completely occupied. ”

Yes, ghosts.

The Tower of Karazan has suffered many catastrophes that mortals cannot resist. Egwene's feud with Medivan, the infighting of the Council of Tirisfa, and the Battle of the Ages that led to Medivan's fall. These battles broke out without any prior warning, and the nobles and wealthy merchants who came to Karazhan to enjoy themselves were not able to escape such a catastrophe.

With the addition of minions, this famous, legendary tower has buried hundreds of corpses. The guardian Medivan, who was dragged into the abyss by the demon back then, rarely participated in the gatherings and pleasures of the lower levels, so naturally he would not be so kind to clean up.

After all, he wasn't even too lazy to leave his own library to Khadgar to take care of.

Ever since Magnus used the Windward Reaper to wreak havoc on the Nexus of the Magical Web, the flow of mana in the Windward Trail and the surrounding area has been in turmoil, and now that the Guardian is gone, Sargeras's unstoppable evil has almost completely destroyed the order here.

Flowers, plants, birds and beasts, life withered, the dead returned to the present world, and the chaotic time and space made them forget everything, repeating the carnival of the moment before death day after day.

The Violet Eye had been cleaned up at the first time this phenomenon appeared, but at dusk, the ashes of the undead would reappear in the tower. Still forgetting everything, still repeating the carnival.

And now, the value of the Tower of Karazan is getting lower and lower in Dalaran's eyes, a large number of members of the Violet Eye have been drawn, and the only two remaining archmages have no ability to break through the undead infested area of the lower level with a few soy sauce-playing assistants.

In fact, after Dalaran looted Karazhan, the focus of Violet Eye's work was gradually shifting. If nothing else, it would have been possible for Oturus and Raylda to be transferred out of this barren land a long time ago.

Unfortunately, the news about Ebony Cold not long ago aroused great interest among Kenrito's higher-ups, and in order to receive the archmages who secretly came to investigate, Oturus and Relda also had to stay behind.

However, after such a long time, I don't know how many people come and go, but I still haven't been able to find out why. Instead, the caster's rampant activities in the Tower of Karazhan further interfered with the chaotic local magical network, and disturbed spirits swarmed.

In fact, whether this was necromancy or an illusion caused by temporal distortion, Oturus and Ralda had never been able to decide.

But the result is certain, the stealth exploration mode of an archmage and apprentice alone can no longer continue to penetrate Karazhan. Even with the help of Oturus and Layda, they could only barely break through, but until the next night, these spirits would reappear, as if nothing had happened the day before, and continue the day-to-day revelry.

Under these conditions, Kenrito had given up on continuing the quest, and Oturus and Raylda thought it would not be long before they would be recalled by Dalaran. But God seems to like to joke with them, and a few days ago, news came from Dalaran asking them to assist the two new commissioners to continue to explore the location of Ebony Cold.

There was no way, and Oturus and Relda, who had been idle for a long time, had to return to their old jobs and continue to investigate the situation in the tower day and night. It turns out that if you don't change the way you change the method, it's useless.

Listening to Rayda's description, Oturus shook his head helplessly: "Although Karazan's magic network hub has run out of oil, after all, it is the residence of the guardians all along, and the magic absorbed by the magic array hidden in it is enough for these undead to toss until they grow old." ”

"If this continues, will they break out of Karazhan one day?" Ralda asked, frowning, her face full of worry.

"No, it won't. Thankfully, the experienced Aurturus gave a reassuring answer, "The magic of the upwind trail is so chaotic that as soon as they come out of it, they will be eaten away with nothing left." Karazan is able to form a steady supply of mana purely because the tower itself is a large and efficient array of magic. ”

"There are exceptions to everything. Rayda looked at the tower full of weirdness, and still did not let down her vigilance in her eyes, "We have gone back and forth in it so many times, it's not that we haven't encountered powerful undead with a mind comparable to ordinary people, if one day they find a way out of the tower......"

"Don't worry. "Oturus's experience and experience give him enough certainty and confidence, and he won't take these unfounded guesses to heart at all, "Not to mention that there has been no one living in a radius of tens of miles for a long time, the changes in the arcane are all traceable, if there is a change, we will definitely be able to detect it early." ”

"Don't be too confident, Oturus. Rayda sighed and looked up at the sky, "It's like you didn't realize that our guests would be here so many days in advance. ”

Hearing this, the archmage followed her gaze and stared into the distance. Under the dim sky, two brown and white figures galloped in a crisp and loud roar.

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