The Sunshine Forest, a region south of the Elwyn Forest and north of the Valley of Thorns, is a buffer zone between the two forces due to the strong combat capabilities of the Gulabash trolls in the forest area. For humans, it can be described as a high-risk area. However, there are still many ordinary people living here, after all, the farm ecology here is much better than that of Alwyn Forest.

But overall, compared to the dwellings of the Elwyn Forest, the Sunshine Forest is completely vast and sparsely populated.

In fact, few players in previous lives knew the name, but if you mention what people will call it in the future, it will surely resonate with all players.

Twilight Forest.

It is rumored that Medivan's power is extremely strong, but in front of the Chosen Son, Khadgar, he is still invincible, and finally falls to Karazhan. After Medivan's death, the power of the corrupted Guardians formed a vast evil force that enveloped almost the entire Sunshine Forest like a curse.

Since then, the land has always been shrouded in fog, and there is no sunlight all day long, and finally the name of Sunshine Forest has been completely forgotten by word of mouth.

On horseback, Lanlos boredly flipped through the old tomes in his hands. It had been several days since he had set foot in the territory, and he had still not found any signs of human activity.

This meant that he had to defend himself against attacks from trolls or beasts that could happen at any time, and sleeping with one eye open was not an easy task.

He began to regret his decision to put down Teregossa before he left, otherwise, at least he would have a companion for now.

However, remembering the purpose of this operation, Lanlos could only dispel this idea while sighing continuously.

Truth be told, Ranros wouldn't have been willing to get close to Medivan unless he had to. After all, the latter has a wisp of soul hidden in the dark Titan Sargeras, and if he accidentally provokes the other party, it will be a lot of fun.

And once what he wants to do is revealed, it is very likely.

His target wasn't Medivan, but Karazhan.

Although harnessing the abyss was very effective in curbing the demonic energy in his body, it still could not remove the influence of the evil energy on his body, and he still needed to use more external forces to restore this handsome face.

Karazan, an artificial hub of magic created by Satel with the help of the magical Usales countless years ago. With the help of this power, Medivan perfectly concealed his demonic traits in his later depravity, and was not discovered by others until he opened the door of darkness.

It is still uncertain whether Medivan has been affected by the Dark Titan, but it is certain that if he senses the darkness in the depths of his soul, he will definitely try his best to cover up or exorcise this evil force.

And this method can also help Lanloth.

You know, Medivin never showed signs of being corrupted by evil energy until he died.

Even if nothing had happened, then Lanlos would have nothing to lose. Because it means that as long as he does not die, Medivan will not endanger his own life. After all, the original intention of this party was just for the Guardian to relieve the depression of a long otaku life, and blood was not what he wanted to see.

And this is also the reason why Lanlos left Terret, if it is the latter, then it is okay to say, the world is peaceful and harmonious, but if the former is ......

In the dragon tragedy 10,000 years ago, the demon can be said to be the biggest help, after all, if there is no Burning Legion, the Black Dragon King will not have a reason to convince the dragon kings to create the Demon Soul. With the blue dragon's hatred of demons, Tyret would definitely tear her face with Medivan at the first time.

With the power of the Guardians, whether he Lanlos helps or not, Tyré has absolutely no chance of survival.

But if he acts alone, with the advantage of his evil power, he can still save his life. As for whether it is a Jedi counterattack or a feigned surrender, that's another story.

Of course, the premise of all this is only based on the revelation of action. With his knowledge of Karazan and Medivan transcending time and space, Lanlos still has the confidence to come quietly and go quietly.

With a wave of his hand, wisps of water vapor surged from all directions, quickly converging into a mirror-like curtain of water in front of him. Looking at the ordinary human face that he couldn't find when he threw it into the pile, Lanlos smiled confidently.

As the traces of a living person finally appeared in his perception, he hurriedly withdrew the spell, tightened his crotch, and quickened the pace of his mount.

As for why not use griffins......

Made! The black-hearted merchant costs me money!

If you ride a griffin, even if it's a rental, it only takes a few days for Lanlos's wallet to bottom out. It's been a year since he's been drinking in Dalaran...... Ahem, I worked hard and worked hard, how could I cheapen those unscrupulous businessmen with the savings that I had finally left?!

Besides, the piloting skills of the flying mount need to be learned, and when you have that time, it is better to choose a more convenient vehicle.

Well, that's right, by no means because of poverty......

————————————

The Headwind Trail is a crater at the southernmost tip of the Red Ridge Mountains, and its name, thanks to its unique ecological environment, is no longer enough to explain its desolation if the birds don't poop, after all, even the wind has to turn back here.

Today's upwind trail is not the lifeless silence of the past, and although the sky is still extremely dark, the firelight and the noise that echoes in the sheep's intestines that crisscross the canyon add a little life.

The faces of these nobles from all over the world are extremely unified with novelty and gold, and if you look closely, you can still find a trace of panic in their demeanor.

The heavily guarded attendants, dressed in sumptuous gowns, wore armor and swords in a different style, after all, the destination of the banquet they were going to attend today was the gloomy castle full of strange rumors.

Although not everyone has the courage to accept Karazan's invitation, it is undeniable that many more have not forgotten the courage passed down from their ancestors.

After all, it's not every year that something as exciting as attending a mysterious wizard's party happens.

Turning his gaze to the end of the canyon, under the darkest canopy, the peaks suddenly flattened, and the traces of manifold could be clearly seen. Above that, an old tower comes into view, and there is no doubt that it is located enough to overlook the entire upwind trail.

Lonely and eerie, the occasional crow chirping renders the whole scene terrifying.

But the good news is that the bright light of fire cast from the tower's windows dispels most of the gloomy atmosphere. People dressed in fancy clothes gathered at the foot of the tower, shuttling through the surrounding abandoned buildings, and the incompatible festivity seemed to form a huge magnet, attracting the people who hurried to speed up their pace.

"Master, the banquet is ready. In a brightly lit room in the tower, an old black-clad butler with an eyepatch bowed deeply to the emaciated figure by the windowsill. Bi Bi's respectful appearance did not produce the slightest meaning of humility, as if his respect for this black-robed mage had already been deeply rooted in his soul, and he interpreted the word 'etiquette' vividly in his gestures.

"Good, Moros. Nodding, Medivan withdrew his gaze from the crowd below, and a rare smile appeared on his gloomy face, "Open the door and get ready to welcome our guests!"

"As you wish. The old butler, known as Moros, bowed again, and then departed with a light pace unbefitting his age. The footsteps, the sounds, and even the movement of the air barely changed, like a ghost, not in the slightest echo with the space around it.

Creak~

In the expectant gaze of the guests, the old gate, tall enough for an elephant in full circus gear to pass through, slowly opened, and the rusty hinges emitted a low, hoarse chirp that broke through the surrounding hustle and bustle, as if directly echoing across the ring.

However, this scalp-numbing sight did not dampen the enthusiasm of the guests, on the contrary, many brave young men burst into excited cheers and rushed through the door.

Hidden in the crowd, Lanlos looked up at the entrance that looked like the mouth of a giant beast in front of him, quietly tightened the brim of his hat, and raised his feet forward.