Azeroth’s Death Track

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The waters of Chaoluo Island are not far from the waters of the Kingdom of Storms. Tyrion ran for 3 hours on the sea and entered the long beach of the western wilderness. From there all the way south, he came to the Twilight Forest.

It is said that when the sun was shining, even the towers of the storm city wall could be seen across this forest, but in the war two years ago, the darkness that gushed from the remote and dangerous windward path had completely covered this forest. It was once called Sunshine Forest, but now it is shrouded in darkness 24 hours a day. Here it is very dangerous. Even the rude and brutal orcs are reluctant to enter it after occupying Stormwind City.

This also made Twilight Forest a gathering place for the people who fled in Stormwind City. The orcs did not send soldiers into the forest to arrest them, so the Twilight Forest's Night Town is probably the last area in the Kingdom of Stormwind controlled by humans.

This forest that is always in the dark is mysterious. Tyrion rides a skeleton horse and walks along the forest road. He is well aware that there are not only wraiths evoked by dark energy, but also dragons. In the center of the twilight forest, there is a gate leading to the mysterious emerald dream, guarded by the green dragon corps of the guardians of the dream.

"The green lizards existed here long before the storm kingdom was born. They have defended the dream world for thousands of centuries."

Tyrion looked at the northeast direction when passing by a forest fork. In the forest depression, there was hidden power that mortals could not fight. He had no plans to provoke those green dragons, He just sent out a simple emotion.

"Mortal people always think that they are the masters of the world, but they don’t know that their kingdom is built from scratch little by little under the watch of higher power, maybe the orcs just know the green dragon 'S existence, did not break the tranquility of this forest."

"Oh, the dragon guarded life again, even though they may not know it themselves, and don't care about it."

Tyrion pulled up the horse rein, the skeleton warhorse hissed silently, accelerated his steps, and disappeared into the darkness. When he saw the night town like a fortress in the distance, the death knight reached out and stood on his shoulder. The ghost owl made a long roar, flapping its wings and flying into the darkness.

The silent predator flew past the town where at least thousands of people gathered, and quickly found a way for the death knight to not alarm the guard.

Tyrion is not afraid of these refuge humans, and their life and death have nothing to do with him, but to enter the headwind path where Karazhan is located, they must pass through the town of night, the location of this town is not important, it is called a storm The east gate of the kingdom, there is also an army formed after the darkness.

The night watchman, this was a militia who defended the town. After the storm city was defeated, many unwilling veterans joined them and continued to fight against the orcs, which greatly strengthened Yeshi Town’s military strength.

"puff"

At the intersection leading to the headwind path, a frightened night watch soldier was pierced by a sword in his chest. Behind him was a completely destroyed sentry tower, and Tyrion sent his sword from this human facelessly. Withdrawing from his heart, he wiped the blood of the blade on the deceased's clothes, then looked back at the town in the night, turned over and mounted a war horse, and under the guidance of the moon claws, he soon disappeared into the path leading to the wind On the fork.

Less than five minutes after the death knight left, the bodies of the five killed night watchmen were resurrected, their souls had been swallowed into the abyss of the underworld, and under the control of the dark energy that permeated the forest, they were resurrected It’s just the body, which will act as a living corpse that has no wisdom and only destroys everywhere.

In this forest, there are still many brainless walking corpses, especially in the two cemeteries of Yeshi Town, those large corpses of resurrected corpses have become the most let the Duke of Albrock and His soldiers have a headache, and this strange power that resurrects the dead is the real danger of this twilight forest...

Fog, after entering the desolate headwind trail, the omnipresent fog gradually thickened. Tyraine advanced on the gravel mountain road. Every time he raised his head, he could clearly see the end of the mountain in the dense fog. Dark Tower, that is his destination, Star Master Magevin's Master Tower-Karazhan.

This mage tower was established hundreds of years ago by Madwin’s mother, Ms. Aegwynn. It was originally used to avoid the endless chasing of the Tirisfal parliament. Later, Ms. Aegwynn met the love of her life. After the man, the place became her home, the Medieval Master of the Stars was born here, and in the era when he was born, it was still covered with gentle sunlight.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The heavy horse bells broke the tranquility of the mist. As Tyrion got closer and closer to Karazhan, the number of those strange figures hidden in the mist also increased. They were like shadows, quietly in the mist. The appearance of silence, and the disappearance of silence, some of them still have the shape of human beings, but the eyes are swelled with a vicious dark red light, and some of the tortured ones have lost their shape, leaving nothing but resentment. Endless hatred like spirit.

But they did not dare to get close to Tyrion. The death energy surging in the body of the death knight was so powerful. If he came close, he would be instinctively bound behind the death knight and become his servant.

This is the most resistant thing to these wraiths bound in this mist and the earth.

It used to be part of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and these wraiths were originally residents of the Windward Path. Although they lived a bitter life, under the protection of the astral mage, they could at least keep their safety. Unfortunately, Medivh was controlled by the legion’s master. After being killed by his friend Lothar, apprentice Khadgar and friend Garona, his terrible power exploded, destroying all the life of the Windward Trail in an instant.

To this day, the dark energy that erupted when Medivh was dying has not dissipated. The changes in the Twilight Forest are the victims of this dark power.

"A group of poor bugs."

Tyrion doesn't care about the wraiths hiding in the mist, although they look at him with hate and malicious eyes. In the hiss of the ghost owl moon claws, these wraiths dare not stop it, they can only trail him Behind him.

"I hate Medivh very much, but they dare not break away from the headwind path. Only here are they free. Maybe they also know what is waiting for them in the abyss of the underworld..."

As he stepped into the ground near Karazhan, the death knight looked back, and the thick mist had begun to dissipate. Obviously, the low-level wraiths dared not approach this place.

Even after death, they still fear Medivh's dark majesty.

However, when Tyrion entered the village at the foot of Karazhan, his expression became weird. In the memory of the previous game, there should be a group of more powerful wraiths, but in front of him, Although the village has been completely destroyed, leaving only a ruined wall, but in front of the majestic and dark wizard tower, there is a scene of "population".

Like a lively market, many people have gathered in front of the entrance to the Karazhan Mage Tower, they are talking to each other, some are dancing, and some small merchants are loudly selling their goods , Looks alive, but with the ruins of the surrounding dark, let this scene look so strange.

"Ah, the elf knight!"

A guy leaning on the entrance to the village drunk greeted Tyrion:

"A good horse, are you here for Mr. Medivh's banquet?"

"Uh?"

Tyrion's eyes blinked. He glanced at the noisy "crowd" in front of him. He coughed and put his eyes back on the guy in front of him. He looked like a little nobleman, a little downcast, and worn. But the decent clothes are only illusory and barely maintain the human form. Obviously, this is also a ghost...but it is not the kind of unconscious wraith.

"Are they all here for... the banquet?"

Tyrion asked in a whisper that the little noble put the bottle of wine that had been empty in his hand and then hiccupped. He turned back and glared at the "crowd" behind him, very dissatisfied and said:

"Of course! Being able to attend Mr. Medivh's banquet, but a symbol of the high society's status in the Kingdom of Stormwind, look at the old nobleman on a horse, that is the Earl of Jonas, and his beautiful lady, which was once mine Lover, the old dog slaps the sword...forget it, let alone say, standing next to the old dog is the Duchess of Eberlock, and the couple of lords here, those are the top nobles, although I was also invited, but I don’t belong to that circle, this is an opportunity..."

The ghost of the little nobility pursed his mouth, and said with some longing:

"Maybe I can be among the upper class..."

"interesting."

Tyrion carefully observes the eyes and consciousness of the ghost of the little nobleman in front of him. His soul is complete, almost incomplete, but he has lost his body, and the soul is not traced by darkness, as if it was forcibly bound by some force. In the consciousness of the living.

You see, he even drinks! Although the wine bottle has dried up long ago...

Tyrion turned over and dismounted, throwing the bridle of the skeleton warhorse to this little noble:

"This is yours! Do you like it?"

This sudden gift left the little noble's soul a little dazed, but soon, he got helpless and stood up, circling the skeleton horse for two times, rubbing his hands excitedly:

"With it, maybe I can attract the eyes of those lovely noble ladies...what do you want from me?"

The little noble turned his head to look at Tyrion, who moved his fingers and said softly:

"I want your invitation... Since I came to the banquet, what if I don't have an invitation?"

A moment later, Tyrion holding the invitation letter was mixed into the ghosts in front of him. He was a rare high elf, and soon attracted the attention of those nobles. Under Tyrion’s conscious guidance, he quickly Become one with those ghost nobles.

This is not useless work, in the chat with them, Tyrion soon learned something.

First of all, the memories of these ghosts were fixed three years ago. At the moment when Medivh died, they did not know that the Storm Kingdom had fallen, or that their homeland had been destroyed.

Secondly, whenever Tyraine mentions outside wars, these ghosts appear very uninterested, and all their attention seems to be placed on the upcoming banquet of the Astral Mage.

Finally, every soul around here is extremely complete, full of vitality, has its own wisdom and thinking, and has no tendency to complain.

The death knight looked back, and the soul of the little nobleman riding on the skeleton warhorse had hooked up with two boring noble ladies. The guy led the horse, carrying the two yelling noble ladies, and was heading towards the ruins. Walked over to the hotel, and apparently, his intentions were evil.

Tyrion has never seen such an active ghost. From them, Tyrion sees a new possibility possessed by the undead... there is a power protecting them, influencing them, helping them Get rid of the emptiness and torture of death.

The answer to all of this is buried in the mage tower in front of him, and the death knight is eager to try.

He probably didn't feel it himself. After approaching the mage tower, his calm and almost cold soul became active.

"Wow wow wow wow"

As the chains and organs rang, the gate of the mage tower opened slowly. This scene quickly quieted the chatter of the nobles. At the next moment, a raven wearing a magnificent stewardry robe with a Medivh in his chest The emblem, but the housekeeper who had been completely decaying all over the body came out with a solemn pace. His eyes were beating with blue flames, glancing at the guests who had been waiting for a long time, he coughed softly, with the hoarse voice of the undead Say:

"Welcome the distinguished guests, Mr. Medivh is not well, so I will lead you into Karazhan. The grand banquet has been prepared. We also invited the most famous opera group in the Kingdom of Stormwind to perform for you... Now, Please follow me."

The nobles, with a trace of restraint, followed the housekeeper and walked into the mage tower, where Tyrion mixed in, but at the moment he stepped into the gate, a dark figure blocked him. The still butler of the undead, now the red light had jumped in his eyes, and two daggers, one long and one short, reached Tyrion's neck.

Behind him, accompanied by the hissing of the war horses, in the screams of the nobles, a knight in black heavy armor rushed out of the stable on the other side, waving a long sword in his hand, carrying a few undead The cavalry was in front of Tyrion.

"This unsolicited guest...please leave! You do not belong here!"

"Don't welcome you at the banquet!"

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