Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 187 6. Take it away!

Deadwind Pass isn't a huge area.

Like its own name, it is actually just a trail connecting the Twilight Forest and the Swamp of Sorrows to the east, but to the south of this important east-west mountain trail, there is a deep river valley.

The unique terrain here creates its special charm.

In the early years, before the sunshine was taken away from here, this river valley used to be the place where the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom went hunting.

There are many ferocious beasts here, and rare fish can be caught in the valley.

Of course, this place is quite far from the main city of Stormwind Kingdom.

The nobles have better options for outings. The reason why they have been running here in groups during those years is more because they want to get closer to the owner of this place.

Before Medivh went "mad", he was a noble guardian of magic in the Seven Kingdoms.

Due to historical reasons, he couldn't get along with the vulgar mages in Dalaran, so he lived alone in his mage tower deep in the Deadwind Pass all year round.

And because Medivh grew up with King Ryan Wrynn and Marshal Anduin Lothar, he also had a detached status in the aristocratic circle of the Stormwind Kingdom.

He also served as the royal mage of the Stormwind Kingdom all year round.

If a certain nobleman is lucky enough to be favored by Master Medivh, then it is only a matter of time before he becomes successful in the upper circles of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Best of all, this royal mage is not as withdrawn as other mages.

He often holds various banquets in his magical mage tower.

Therefore, in that era when the war had not yet occurred, getting an invitation letter for a banquet in Karazhan was definitely a very honorable thing among the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom.

There are countless small nobles and businessmen who are desperately trying to get an invitation letter, which means that the upper class society has opened the door to them.

Of course, we all know what happened next.

On the day that Medivh and Gul'dan joined forces to open the Dark Portal linking Azeroth to the world of Dellano, Karazhan hosted the biggest celebration banquet ever.

Two-thirds of the nobles, dressed in their best clothes, happily went to dinner with a large number of servants, only to never return.

To be honest, the nobles of the kingdom who were wiped out by Medivh were the first victims of the orc war at the Dark Portal in one year.

It was precisely because of the banquet massacre that the internal defense system of the Stormwind Kingdom collapsed. When faced with the tentative attacks of the orcs, its response was quite slow, allowing the orcs to easily drive straight in.

Tragedy, just happened.

"It's only been two years, right? Why is this place so desolate?"

The pirate convoy stopped in the town in front of the Karazhan mage's tower. Laike jumped out of the carriage, and he looked at the ruins of the town in front of him.

This place was originally a very prosperous place, as can be seen from the number of houses and the size of the town, there were at least a thousand people living here before.

But now, those beautifully built houses have been weathered into disrepair.

As if thousands of years have passed under the washing of time, let the walls collapse, let the bricks and tiles fall, and let the traces of civilization that existed here be wiped out by a disaster.

"There is a terrible dark magic power entrenched here!"

The orc warlock behind Bu Laike said with a serious face:

"They turned into winds that annihilated everything, and were trapped around this mage tower, washing away everything that existed. As a symbol of taboo, they announced to all those who approached rashly that all living beings are forbidden here."

"Snapped"

Before he could finish his nagging eyes, he was kicked by Bu Laike, and the pirate scolded:

"Speak well, or shut up!"

"Ah, the magic chaos here, Captain, they are brutally destroying everything, that's why it looks so bad here."

Xieyan smiled awkwardly and explained briefly.

"Bo Laike! There are a lot of weird spirits ahead!"

The warning voice of the female troll Woni echoed in the ears of the pirates. She already had a spirit body beheading sword in her hand, and Manzur on the other side also grabbed two spirit body daggers in her hand.

"They are in the state of ghosts, they can walk between different phases, don't lean on them!"

Boo Laike nodded at the warning of the two ghosts.

He grabbed the old sword hilt at his waist and injected it with magic power. The burning flames formed a blazing long sword, and the Demon Strike dagger in his other hand was also stained with a layer of shadow blade.

Seeing the captain enter the battle state, Xieyan quickly drew out his wand.

The orc warlock also made a fortune with his own captain. The magic wand in his hand, the magic robe on his body, and the amulet around his neck were all high-quality goods from the tortoise.

Although I still can't afford epic equipment.

But in the real world, wearing an environmentally friendly blue and green outfit is enough to crush a lot of poor spellcasters.

"buzzing"

Probably sensing the hostility of the pirates, groups of phantom ghosts quietly appeared in the empty town ruins before them.

They also maintain the state they were in when they died.

Wearing farmer's clothes, holding the "artifact" pitchfork that made Bu Laike's eyes widen, and some simply holding a meat grinder and butcher knife for grinding meat.

One by one, they gathered like life-threatening ghosts, quickly blocking the way to the mage's tower.

They stared at the visitor in front of them with unkind expressions. Hundreds of ghosts gathered together, causing the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly.

These souls are very fierce.

Staying around Karazhan all year round, the dark magic power escaping from the mage's tower obviously strengthened them, making them harder to deal with while retaining painful memories.

"The benevolent lord is holding a banquet, and the nobles don't want to be disturbed! Leave!"

A mayor-like guy in front of Youhun said to the group of people in front of him in a cold tone:

"Unless you have an invitation letter from the lord. But judging by your poor looks, you definitely won't have one. Get lost! This is not the place for you mud-legged, stinky pirates."

"The quality of the people under Mr. Medivh's command is worrying. Look at this little mouth, it's as sweet as honey."

Bo Laike grinned and said:

"No wonder he wants to turn you all into ghosts and undead. I guess he can't stand you guys with bad mouths."

"Captain, what's going on? How do these ghosts remember the past?"

Warlock Xieyan asked in a low voice:

"That's not right, they shouldn't remember."

"Where do you think we're going? A playground?"

The pirate explained to his stupid subordinate:

"Medivh cast magic on this place.

Even after his death, banquets were still being held here. These undead forcibly forgot the reality that they had died, and turned a blind eye to the changes in the outside world.

They thought they were alive and serving their lord. And anyone who tries to tell them the truth will be mercilessly killed by them."

Bo Laike glanced at the abnormally prosperous abandoned garden outside the town, as well as the not-so-fresh dirt, he curled his lips and said:

"It's really good at recycling."

"crash"

Just as the two sides were confronting each other, the closed door of the mage tower a few hundred meters behind was pushed open from the inside amidst the sound of chains.

Hearing this sound, the ghost leaders immediately moved out of the way to both sides.

They looked to the rear. In front of the door pushed open by several ghost servants, on the nine steps, a ghost wearing a red butler uniform, whose body was rotten into a skeleton, but still maintaining an elegant walk was slowly walking out.

Beside him, there was a fully armed undead knight in red armor, a tattered scarlet cloak, and a big sword.

"cough cough"

The old butler, who still maintained the habit in front of him, stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist, coughed twice in front of his mouth, stretched out his hoarse and gloomy voice, and scolded:

"Disrespectful! How dare you treat the honored guests of the mistress so rudely! It really shames the master, step back! Then go to the master's wine cellar, take out 30-year-old fine wine, and send it to the banquet hall."

The group of ghost villagers who were vicious just now, under the scolding of the old undead steward, scattered like dingy mice.

The mayor who insulted Bu Laike even rubbed his hands, bent over, and apologized flatteringly.

Pirates are, of course, generous.

He waved his hand and told this guy to get out of here.

As an honored guest of Karazhan and also a prince, he naturally wanted to speak a little bit of style, but he was not in the mood to be angry with a dead man.

"Guests, please don't care about the rudeness of these idiots. Please come with me, the old mistress has arranged a grand banquet, and I hope to relieve your anger."

The old butler tried his best to show a welcoming smile, but that decayed face was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

Bu Laike shrugged his shoulders and waved his fingers, and four powerful orcs drove the carriage to the stable outside the main tower of Karazhan.

The undead guard next to the old butler also came to help, and lifted the coffin that was constantly shaking in the carriage.

"You are Mr. Medivh's best hunter, Your Excellency Attumen?"

Bu Laike and the undead knight set up a close relationship.

He said:

"I heard that the food on the star mage's table was all hunted for him by you yourself?"

"Of course!"

The knight in charge of the stables immediately laughed when he heard Laike's words, and said triumphantly:

"Every morning, I will drive my beloved Midnight and go out to hunt the freshest ingredients for my master. It is my honor to serve my master as a hunter.

I have never failed my master's trust. "

"Well, it sounds like you're really good at hunting."

Bu Laike blinked and said:

"Don't look at me like this, I'm actually a ranger too, I have time to learn from each other, but I'm more interested in the battle horse Midnight you mentioned

I mean, can you give me your horse? "

"Ha, you want my horse?"

Hearing the pirate's rude request, the undead knight suddenly became angry, as if he had heard the most profane words, he drew his sword and wanted to fight Bu Laike.

he yelled:

"Midnight is my life! That's all I have left! You can't take my midnight! You greedy villain! Why don't you take me too?

If you want to take away my midnight, you have to step over my dead body!

come on!

Midnight, let's take care of this bunch

what! "

Before Attumen finished speaking, Bu Laike grabbed the soul-inducing lamp at his waist and slammed it outward, causing the ghost of the hunter who was summoning his beloved horse to be pulled into the lamp.

His decayed body fell to the ground in an instant, and there was a scream of war horses in the stable.

"If you don't tell me, I didn't even think of it. There is such a choice."

The pirate stretched out his hand and flicked the soul lamp. In the crisp voice, he grinned and said to the struggling soul in the lamp:

"I've changed my mind, Lord Attumen."

"I don't want your horse anymore. I want you, a good hunter, and your beloved after midnight to serve and hunt for me. Of course, I will apply to the mistress of Karazhan.

You see, as His Royal Highness, I have a few incompetent and stupid orcs as guards around me, which is simply not graceful at all.

from now on!

As the Crown Prince of Kul Tiras, I canonize you as the Royal Hunter of Kul Tiras and give you a real knight title.

Sir Attumen, please do not refuse my offer. "

(end of this chapter)