Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The mage tower in Karazhan is somewhat different from the general mage tower. It is actually more like a castle, with many areas divided into different areas due to different functions.

It looks gloomy and dilapidated from the outside, but the inside of the Mage Tower is as magnificent as it was in its heyday. Walking into it is like entering a palace.

Especially when Blake stepped through the door with a soul-inducing lantern.

The sight of two rows of undead servants in servant costumes, holding flower baskets and scattering dried petals to the sky, really satisfied the pirate's inner turmoil of vanity.

But it also reminded him of some of Prince Drake's memories of palace banquets.

Compared with those extravagant and luxurious high-class ceremonies in peacetime, this is at best a small scene where the host expresses his welcome to the guests.

So the pirate's lips curved into a smile, and then quickly calmed down.

Put on an expression like "I've seen too much, but that's all."

But the orcs and trolls behind him were not so calm.

These two guys looked up and around, looking left and right. They looked like country bumpkins entering the city. They totally embarrassed the pirates and made Blake want to go up and kick them.

However, the performance of the skinny boy Kanrisade, who had just been released from the coffin, exceeded Blake's expectations, even though he was wearing a temporarily found, ill-fitting small dress, and his cheeks were dirty.

But this kid followed closely behind Blake, and every move he made seemed very stylish. Even his stern face was somewhat similar to the aristocratic hypocritical expression on Blake's face.

"Well, the Duke's son is indeed extraordinary."

Blake nodded with satisfaction.

He walked through the red carpet covered with flowers, ignoring a group of strange-looking undead servants around him. When he was guided up the stairs by the butler Moros, he whispered to the skinny boy next to him:

"You look like you've been here before?"

"Well, when I was seven years old, my father took me here once."

Kanrisade replied with a strange expression:

"At that time, Lord Medivh had not yet... ahem, and my grandfather also attended the 'Last Supper'. If I am 'lucky' enough, I might be able to see him here."

"ha."

Blake raised his eyebrows, turned to the undead butler who was leading the way and said:

"Mr. Moros, I just learned that a relative of my apprentice sailor is a guest in Karazhan right now. Can you please take him to meet his grandfather?

This poor kid has some 'family problems', maybe his dead grandfather can give him some 'wisdom' on how to get along with his family. "

"Well, is this the old Duke of Eberlock? I just saw that this young master looks familiar. He should have been here a few years ago and became good friends with His Highness Prince Varian."

Moros turned around and glanced at the thin boy with a "kind" look, which almost caused Kanrisade's heart to stop.

On that face that was mostly decayed, there was a smile that shocked Kanrisade.

No matter how talented he is, he is just a fourteen-year-old boy now. Surrounded by a group of moving undead, he is very brave not to pee his pants in fear.

"Snapped"

Moros took a handbell from his waist, seemingly intending to summon his servants, but this action caused the two daggers hidden in his waist to fall to the ground.

There was still unwiped blood on the blade of the dagger.

This sudden situation made the scene awkward for a moment, and also made Kanrisade tremble, move his steps and hide behind Blake.

The undead butler is not embarrassed.

He bent down, picked up the two sharp daggers, inserted them back into his waist, showed a "you know" smile to the pirate who looked at him, and explained:

"Well, the master stores many priceless treasures in his mage tower. As a housekeeper, while serving the master, I also have to shoulder the responsibility of expelling those thieves with malicious intentions.

Especially at this time when the master is traveling far away from home, my responsibility becomes even more important.

I hope these two weapons, which were used just last week, did not ruin your guest's good mood. "

"I understand, I understand."

Blake pulled open his pirate trench coat, revealing two rows of poisoned flying daggers inserted inside the trench coat, and said in a gentle tone:

“It is normal for a well-trained butler to carry a weapon with him, cut the neck of a thief neatly, and be ready to eliminate all enemies on the physical level for his master at any time.

In fact, I am very envious of Mr. Medivh for having such an excellent butler as you.

You see, I am a prince and a captain.

It's really sad that he now has to execute his incompetent and disgraceful subordinates with his own hands. If I could have a housekeeper as qualified as you, I would definitely save myself a lot of trouble. "

"Well, the guest is really full of witty words."

Moros, the undead butler, let out a hoarse laugh, and said in a regretful and disappointed tone:

"It's a pity that the master is not at home, otherwise he will definitely take you as his confidant. Unfortunately, the master is not here. He has been away from home for too long. The servants in the entire tower are waiting for his return.

We look forward to serving our master again every day.

Without a master, we are nothing.”

"It's okay, Mr. Moros. I'm here to help Mrs. Aegwin summon back her son who has been away from home for a long time."

Blake softly comforted the disappointed butler in front of him and said:

"Cheer up, maybe the master of Karazhan will be back soon. Of course, being busy cutting the necks of thieves for a long time will always make your skills as a housekeeper deteriorate.

In order to better welcome Mr. Medivh's return, I think it is necessary for you to change places, change the environment, and get used to work again.

I have a great boat that does everything you need.

As you can see, I lack the quality of life that matches my identity.

The worst part is, I don't know where to start and I desperately need a qualified housekeeper to serve me. "

The eloquent pirate extended an olive branch. He patted Moros on the shoulder and whispered:

“And as I see, your current state is in urgent need of change.

Perhaps you are tired of the long wait, and the grief and anger of losing your master has made you give up the glory of being a polite, old-school butler.

Instead, he gets satisfaction from his inner inferior desire for slaughter.

To reduce your position from a high-class person to a despicable thug is simply denying your past life, and it shouldn't be like this. "

Blake smiled meaningfully, patted the soul-inducing lamp on his waist, and said:

"Mr. Attumen has accepted my invitation. He is a very simple man. I gave him the title of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, and he is willing to serve me for a period of time.

Think about it, Mr. Moros.

There is no need to feel any psychological pressure, it is just a second job.

As soon as Mr. Medivh comes back, I will immediately send you back to Karazhan and continue to serve your true master.

This is my promise to you. "

The pirate looked back at the rough and clumsy Evil Eye and the troll Zarak. He pointed at the two bastards with his thumb helplessly, and showed a helpless smile to Moros.

He said:

"I really need someone who is good at this to train my incompetent men. It's really a shame to bring them out."

"Thank you for the invitation, Your Highness, I will seriously consider it."

Moros nodded and said seriously:

"But I must first ask the old master and the old mistress for instructions."

“No need, I’ll do it.

Please take my apprentice to his dead ghost grandfather first, and help Mr. Merry prepare the soul-returning ritual. Oh, forget it, just go to the Lich Transformation Ceremony!

The Lich Transformation Prayer that he lacks, I have here. "

Blake pointed at his head, smiled politely, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and then turned to scold his stupid men twice.

Then he turned around and strode into the banquet hall ahead.

The undead butler of the Mage Tower did not lie.

There is really a grand banquet being held in the tower. It is unknown whether it is held specifically to welcome Blake and his party.

But as a polite guest, you cannot ask such rude questions.

In the luxuriously decorated ballroom in front of you, there are many ghosts of nobles dancing to the melodious rhythm of music, and they are laughing happily.

The long skirts dance, and the men and women pose happily.

If you ignore the skeleton attendants walking through it, dragging the wine tray, and the illusory ghost bodies of the dancers, then the dance in front of you already has the meaning of a palace dinner.

"Please come with me, Your Highness."

A skeleton waiter in a robe respectfully came to Blake, who was admiring the dance, and said to him:

"Mother Aegwynn is waiting for you in the dining room."

"Didn't Mr. Elland come?"

The pirate reached out and took down a glass of wine from the wine tray of the skeleton waiter next to him. He shook it gently in his hand and followed the waiter whose head almost fell off into the small restaurant. He asked.

The skeleton servant immediately replied:

"The old master has always disliked this noisy scene. He is still doing research in his library at this time. In accordance with the wishes of the mistress, we informed the old master of your visit.

The old master expresses his welcome to you.

But his research is too important to come and greet you. "

"That's really a shame."

Blake curled his lips and said:

"I still have a few questions about magic that I would like to ask Mr. Elland for advice. Please tell him for me, if his research reaches a bottleneck and he wants to go out to find inspiration.

I have a great ship at the Archmage's service at all times. "

"I will pass on your invitation, guest."

The skeleton attendant with his head dangling opened the door of the small restaurant for Blake and made a polite "please" gesture. Blake took a sip of wine, handed the cup to it, and then walked into the restaurant. .

As the door behind him closed, the music and noise from the outside world were cut off for a moment.

In the huge restaurant in front of you, with three long dining tables, all irrelevant people have been driven away. The crystal chandelier above the head lights up the gentle light, and the dining tables are filled with all kinds of delicacies.

The silent skeleton servants placed bottles of ice-cold wine on the table and lit the long candles.

They are busy preparing a grand meal.

But there were only two people enjoying this meal.

Blake is a guest.

The master is ahead.

On the terrace of the restaurant, next to the window decorated with gorgeous and artistic stained glass, an old lady wearing a black hood was standing there.

She seemed to be looking back.

"I hate this place that I built with my own hands and have lived in for nearly a hundred years."

She said in an old but gentle voice:

"I gave birth to my son here and lost him. My husband's ghost is trapped here and cannot be freed. I have filled this place with books containing secrets, but I can't find a single piece of knowledge that can bring me peace of mind.

I thought I was doing the right thing by rebelling against authority.

I never like those old men telling me what to do. I define justice and evil in my own way, and then use my power to practice those standards of good and evil.

But when I also became an old lady.

When I looked back on the past, I realized that I may have done a lot of good things in my life, but the bad things that happened to me made me breathless.

Can you understand this feeling? Derek Proudmoore. "

"sure."

The novice pirate picked up the wine glass from the table next to him, looked at it in front of his eyes, and said:

"No matter how sharp a person is, he will become gentle once he gets old, let alone a legend like you who has experienced pain. But I think it is very stupid to define your life by your own mistakes.

We shouldn't be so pessimistic.

Besides, those mistakes are not irreversible, just like now."

He placed the Skull of Gul'dan hanging on his chest on the table, pushed it forward, and said:

"Concerning your boring plan to resurrect your son, I have a little suggestion for you."

"Give it up."