Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 199 18. Only Dad is Good in the World

"The scoundrel! He's so wicked! Makes me play for him!"

In the banquet hall, when the big bad wolf heard Medivh's name, it bared its teeth immediately, panting heavily and said:

"This castle is a cage! Take me away, and I will kill everyone for you!"

"I don't think you can kill everyone, but take it easy."

The pirate waved his hand, and he asked again:

"Do you know Ralaire Flamefang?"

"know."

The big bad wolf hesitated for a moment, and there was a hint of doubt in its wild eyes, probably wondering why this human being knew this name.

But under Laike's gaze, it answered honestly:

"He is the alpha wolf, he is the leader of the wolves, he is the powerful god of wildness, the chosen one of the white wolf Goldrinn, but he has been sealed by the hypocritical archdruid Malfurion Stormrage. In the Emerald Dream for more than 9,300 years."

"Do you want to save him?"

Bu Laike asked again.

The big bad wolf didn't answer this time, and was extremely silent. After more than ten seconds, it said:

"I used to want to.

But that villain Medivh told me that he touched the mind of Ralaire Burnfang while walking in the Emerald Dream, and that our alpha wolf has fallen into an endless madness for vengeance.

but me

Even if I want to save him,

Without the Luna Scythe, I couldn't save him. "

"Haha, as long as you have the heart."

The pirate said playfully:

"There will always be a chance in the future. Summoning a werewolf does not necessarily require a luna sickle. In short, you are welcome to join the undead pirate. I have a small question, do you still have the ability to spread the werewolf disease?"

"I do not know either."

The big bad wolf looked at its sharp claws, and said in a low voice:

"In order to make me act better for him and please him, that villain Medivh magically transformed me and gave me some strange abilities.

I don't know if he took my plague claws. "

"Can't you just try it?"

Bo Laike stroked his chin and said:

"Although it is said that the werewolf disease is only effective against night elves, as far as I know, humans seem to be able to become carriers of this disease. We might as well find a purebred human to try."

As they spoke, the eyes of the pirates, orcs, trolls, and werewolves all fell on the little pirate Kanrethad who was about to escape.

The latter trembled with fright, pulled out the six magic bag in his hand, waved Jordan's staff, and shouted:

"You don't come here! I know what you're thinking! Never mind! I've had enough bad luck tonight!"

"Becoming a werewolf is a very powerful experience. As long as you can control the unruly wildness in your heart, you will be able to... forget it immediately."

Bu Laike also wanted to persuade.

But seeing the stubborn look on the little pirate's face, he shook his head and regretfully said:

"Since the little idiot refuses this power, then don't make it difficult for him. Anyway, there will be opportunities to try in the future, so let's talk about it later. Go, go and rest.

This concludes tonight's Naxin.

We will leave Karazhan after my friend Lady Aegwynn has completed the ritual. "

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Braike was wandering in Karazhan, admiring the secrets of this mage tower, and looking for some things that he could take away. At midnight, he was found by Moros, the undead steward, and was "escorted" back to his noble room middle.

Moros was very dissatisfied with the robbery of the pirates.

However, considering that the arrival of Bu Laike made his master Medivh revive in the material world, the conscientious butler pretended that this had never happened.

The noble guest room in Karazhan was very comfortable. The aristocratic-style big bed was so soft that a pirate could lie on it, almost as if he was lying in quicksand and was about to sink into it.

It is really uncomfortable and makes it difficult to sleep.

So Bu Laike sneaked out again, intending to sneak into the exhibition hall and search for some "interesting things" there, but when he crept to the upper area, he was covered by a teleportation light.

Laike was about to shadowstep out, but in a mage tower, the pirate's dodge was useless against a mage with access to it.

When the surrounding light gathered and the world spun for a moment, he was thrown into a closed area.

There is a decaying smell all over here. In the circular space, there are books on the left and right. All kinds of books are just displayed on the bookshelves, and you can't see the edge when you look up.

This is the world of books.

Bo Laike stood up from the carpet that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and soon noticed the magic wave coming from behind, it was the vibration of pure arcane magic.

The very rhythmic rhythm is very recognizable.

The pirate knew immediately who sent him to this place.

While holding down the hilt and dagger at his waist, he turned his head slowly, and saw a middle-aged mage with an unreal figure and wearing a violet robe, sorting out the bookshelves.

This is a dead soul, a ghost.

But very peculiar.

Its figure is not as solid as other ghosts, and it always reveals a sense of weakness like smoke echoing.

This means that what exists here is not a complete ghost, but a pale silhouette of the lost soul left in the material world.

Or in less literary terms, this is a fragment of the soul.

The ghost of the middle-aged mage in front of him has cleaned himself up quite decently, and his cheeks are very characteristic, and they are 60% similar to the self-portrait of Medivh in the exhibition hall.

This represents its identity.

This was Nieras Elam, Medivh's biological father and Aegwynn's husband.

The most outstanding arcane magician in the history of the magical city-state of Dalaran, behind the scenes, is the most outstanding magic hunter of the Council of Tirisfal.

In the eight-hundred-year-long pursuit between Aegwynn and the Tirisfal Council, he was one of the few opponents who could make Aegwynn, who was in the power of the guardian, quite embarrassing.

Of course, his pursuit also failed, and he was "captured" by Aegwynn, became her servant, and willingly raised Medivh alone until he was fourteen years old.

In the private diary of the astral mage, Medivh recorded his impression of his father. He said that Elan was a dull and boring person. He had strict requirements on him since he was a child, and he was committed to training him to be a qualified guardian.

The pressure was so great that the relationship between father and son was once bad.

But it was such a serious and boring person. When Medivh was fourteen years old, when the evil power in his body erupted for the first time, he used his life and soul without hesitation to stabilize his son's state.

When Medivh lived alone in Karazhan, when he occasionally woke up from the control of Sargeras, he would always outline the image of his father in the diary with guilt.

In the life of a star mage, he deeply felt that the person he owed the most was always his father.

As for his mother, Aegwynn, Medivh didn't mention much.

It can be seen that the relationship between mother and child is really tense.

As for the soul fragment of Nylance Elan, who died in Northshire Abbey more than 50 years ago, why it was in Karazhan? This is probably because Medivh used some taboo methods to call back a trace of his father's remnant soul. Bar.

"The servants in this mage's tower are all saying that their old master is a very closed person. In fact, as far as I know, there are only a few people in Karazhan who have seen you."

The pirate saw that Elan sent him over, but didn't speak, so he took the initiative to say:

"You are one of the anecdotal secrets in Karazhan. I think you summoned me tonight probably because of the resurrection of Medivh... oh no, the kid Med'an, right?

Are you dissatisfied with this matter? "

"I'm just the shadow of Elan, Derek Proudmoore, it's hard for me to 'think'."

Shadow of Elan replied gently:

"My son hid me here just to make up for my guilt, and I, I am just a mirror for my poor son to miss the past.

I have Elan's mind, but I'm not his.

I brought you here just to thank you face to face for Elan who has rested, young man.

You gave my wife and my son a chance to start over, and took over the heavy future that was supposed to belong to my son. Maybe you have your own purpose.

But it was still a great and heavy sacrifice. "

Hearing this, Bo Laike immediately relaxed.

The ghost in front of him called himself the Shadow of Elan, saying that he was just a sad memory, but the old man really went crazy, and it was not so easy to dismiss.

The ghost in front of him is one of the most powerful undead in Karazhan's Mage Tower. When Medivh shaped it, he probably gave it too much power because of guilt.

He looked at the lost shadow of Elan in front of him, rolled his eyes, and asked deliberately:

"But I think, even though you call yourself the shadow of His Excellency Elan, you also have a father's desire to protect Ms. Aegwynn and little friend Med'an.

If the mother and son decide to leave, will you leave with them? "

"I can not."

The Shadow of Elam sighed, and the movement of flipping through the tome in his hand stopped, and it said:

"My existence is the result of distorting the taboo of life and death. I can only hide in Karazhan and rely on the magic power of this tower to live. There is no place in this world that is free for monsters like me.

I can only stay here forever, until Karazhan collapses.

I can only silently pray for my wife and my son, even though I don't believe in the way of the Holy Light. "

"Shengguang is a bitch!"

The pirate said bluntly:

"What it can't do, I can do. I have a way to get you out of here, but I have bad intentions, Your Excellency Elan. You have to consider carefully whether to accept my invitation."

Bo Laike took out a dilapidated ledger-like thing from the magic bag, and flipped through two pages casually.

With a bang, a page of paper was torn from the top, and he threw it away, and the cold and ominous paper floated in front of the shadow of Elan. He said to Elam:

"This is a magical ticket that can take you across the River Styx to the world of the dead. But if you don't pay, you will be trapped on that magical ghost ship forever.

Eternally between life and death, no relief.

But I think, for you, this result does not seem unacceptable, as long as you sign your name on it, you will be summoned to that ship regardless of space.

It's just that the boat belongs to me

Do you understand my subtext? "

The Shadow of Ellan looked at the boat ticket exuding a breath of death in his hand, and it glanced at the pirate again, saying:

"You want me to serve you?"

"No no no."

Bu Laike waved his hands solemnly and said:

"I want you to serve the Naglfar and become the guardian archmage on that ship. I don't ask you to fight for me, but if someone wants to destroy my precious ship, you must fight for yourself .

Now, I'm not a good fellow in the conventional sense, but I'll make you a little less generous, Mr. Elland.

Every year, I will drive you to Dustwallow Marsh.

Give you a day off to spend time with your wife and son.

During the twenty-four hours of that day, you are free.

At all other times, you will be on board. This is really a cruel fate. You will become a prisoner of the Naglfar from a prisoner in Karazhan.

So, I urge you to seriously consider it. "

"Well, it is indeed a cruel fate."

The Shadow of Elan nodded, stretched out his fingers without hesitation, picked up the quill beside him, and wrote his name on the ticket with a very elegant gesture.

In the next moment, the ticket for the Naglfar ship was burned up in pale flames. Laike stretched out his hand, and a cold Soul Requiem coin, which was between reality and reality, fell into the palm of his hand.

And the shadow of Elan in front of him, also under the call of the Naglfar, dissipated in the library in front of him. At the last moment, only the wind of arcane blows over.

In the sound of the wind, Elan's last farewell remained.

"Thank you, Captain."

(end of this chapter)