Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 191 10. The exhibition hall is only for. Well, please take whatever you want for all the exhibits.

"You are so rudely involved in Medivh's fate! Didn't the bronze dragon next to you warn you? Maybe tonight when Aegwynn casts a spell, a group of bronze dragons will surround Karazhan.

It may even lead to personal intervention from the mysterious Lord of Time! "

In the corridor of the quieter upper area of ​​Karazhan, Blake, holding the soul-inducing lamp, was walking towards a quiet hall.

The pirates stepped on a luxurious, clean blue carpet, with various displays on both sides, representing the elegant and weird taste of the owner of this place.

For example, next to a stylish elven-style relief sculpture, there is a weird heart soaked in green liquid.

The two are very different.

If this mage tower does not have two owners with completely different personalities, it can only mean that the owners here are likely to have two different personalities.

Or to put it more directly, Medivh is a severe schizophrenic.

There are two souls living in his body.

"Can you please be quiet and show some poise like the three-thousand-year-old legendary archmage! I'm admiring the art, please don't disturb me, okay?"

Blake moved his eyes away from the weird purple heart and said dissatisfiedly to the soul-inducing lamp in his hand:

"It's just fate, and it's not a major event that will destroy the world. Those giant dragons don't dare to come to Karazhan. They all know the sad end of the adult blue dragon who came to question Medivh.

The guy's bones are still scattered throughout Deadwind Trail.

Its soul is even more miserable and cannot be freed, and it has been shaped into a complete monster by the dark gods.

Well, since I mentioned Nightmare, don't forget to remind me to take it with me when I leave. With a bone dragon as escort, my fleet will be very safe when it is still weak.

But after thinking about it carefully, I decided to forget it. That skull dragon has a very bad temper and I can't offend it now. Let's talk about it next time. "

"Be serious! Blake, I'm talking to you about business."

Merry Winterwind chattered in the soul-inducing lamp. It was obvious that the old mage who had lived for three thousand years was very aware of the existence of the Bronze Dragon Legion. He was now worried, fearing that Karazhan would be rushed over and demolished by a group of angry bronze dragons in the next second.

Without Medivh in the mage tower, Karazhan's magical barrier alone could not stop those angry dragons.

"Oh, you just want to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it, right?"

Blake was irritated by the old mage's inquiry. He waved his hand and pushed the elegant vase on the exhibition stand to the ground. With the sound of the art breaking, he placed the soul-inducing lamp on it.

With his hands on his hips, he said to Merry Dongfeng in a very serious tone:

"Then let me tell you, the bronze dragon will not come tonight! Because theoretically, I did not really change Medivh's fate. He will indeed be resurrected by the guilty Lady Aegwynn.

But as a senior spell caster, you should understand better than me how complicated and delicate the departure and return of the soul is.

When Medivh was assassinated by Lothar, Khadgar, Garona, and a group of Alliance warriors two years ago, the moment his body died, the part of his soul that belonged to the dark god left this tragedy. .

The soul that truly belonged to Medivh was exiled to the outside world.

But it’s not the stars as you understand them! "

The pirate took out his dwarf pipe, pinched a ball of shadow flame with his fingers, lit the tobacco, and while puffing away the smoke, he said to the silent soul-inducing lamp in front of him:

"I highly doubt that Medivh's soul crossed the curtain between life and death and entered the Shadow Realm. A spellcaster like him would undoubtedly be treated with courtesy in that world.

Maybe you have already met the arbiter who represents the ‘Destiny’ in the Eternal City of Oribos.

Or maybe because of the sins he committed, he was thrown into the Abyss and sent to the warden Zoval.

But no matter which path he is taking now, it will not be easy for him to return to Azeroth from the other side of the curtain. The current curtain is quite stable.

Even astral mage, it will take a long time to return completely! It was sixteen years later that Medivh reappeared in Destiny.

So, do you understand?

My friend old Mery. "

Blake blew out a puff of smoke towards the soul-inducing lamp and said:

"The 'friendly conversation' I had with Ms. Aegwin tonight was just a small attempt that had nothing to do with the overall situation.

If she is willing to listen to me, it is naturally better.

But if she insists on her opinion, I have nothing to lose.

Anyway, it will take more than ten years for her son to be truly 'resurrected'.

What we will do tonight is just to set a guidepost for Medivh's soul traveling in the star realm to return to Azeroth.

It doesn't matter whether the beacon is an adult or a baby.

There are too many time points that the bronze dragons need to pay attention to, and they will not get too entangled in such minutiae. As long as a body that can carry Medivh's soul is built tonight, everything will be OK.

I plant seeds in the present and reap victory in the future.

By the time the bronze dragons realized something was wrong, they were helpless because even they could not change what had happened.

And I can tell you clearly.

At the 20th year of the Dark Portal, the Bronze Dragon Legion is already in dire straits, and they have no energy to return to this point in time to capture us."

As he spoke, Blake turned his head and glanced at the empty side. After waiting quietly for three seconds, he turned back and said to the old mage in the soul-inducing lamp:

"Look, I'm still alive now, which proves that I will be successful in the future."

"So, put aside your worries, my friend, there is nothing to worry about. And more than this, I want to know, do you need me to help you complete the Lich Transformation Ceremony?"

The pirate blew out smoke and said to the soul-inducing lamp:

"The Lich Transformation Ritual requires a lot of magic power. Now that Aegwynn has given up on building a powerful body for Medivh, the saved magic power can be used by you.

And you have been looking for it for three thousand years, but it still looks like this, which proves that those arrogant high elves do not actually have a complete prayer for lich transformation.

But I have that forbidden knowledge!

Dear Meri, if you miss this time, if you want it next time, it won’t be free. "

There was great silence in the soul-inducing lamp.

After several seconds, Merry Dongfeng slowly said:

"I want to, but I don't want to owe you a favor. My journey to Zandalari has taught me that once I owe you a favor, things can get very troublesome."

"There is no need for you to worry, because I will soon let you repay the favor you owe me. Well, we are here."

Blake snapped his fingers and crossed the corridor into a circular hall.

The structure of the hall in front of you is very interesting.

Its entrance is the highest point. Rotating stairs extend from the platform at the entrance to both sides, creating a museum-like space three meters below.

There are many bookshelves filled with books and various exhibits arranged in a unique arrangement.

Most of them are works of art.

But there are also some proofs of valor, armor, weapons, and various magic items.

There are full-length military uniform portraits of King Baratheon of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Llane Wrynn and Medivh, and oil paintings of Marshal Lothar when he was young, etc.

This is the exhibition hall.

Used to store the most prized collection of the astral mage Medivh.

The pirate stepped into it and threw a scout into the collection in front of him. Suddenly, colorful lights shone. This malicious move also caused a huge noise, which sounded right in front of his eyes.

A gray-white giant structure made of marble and blue magic crystal strode from the depths of the exhibition hall with the beating of magic sparks that made people's hair stand on end.

Blake stood on a three-meter-high platform, but he could only sit at the waist of the giant structure. This guy was more than seven meters tall. Looking at its arms wrapped with magic spikes, you knew that this thing was full of destructive power. .

"The exhibition hall is only open to visitors!"

The giant structure made a deep sound, raised its arms, and hit the pirate on the head, but Blake calmly picked up the old badge hanging around his neck and shook it.

This thing was given to him by Aegwynn.

He didn't come to the exhibition hall for sightseeing. He was sent here by the lady to run errands and retrieve a precious ritual necessity.

The magic badge belonging to Medivh stopped the dangerous giant structure called "The Curator" from attacking at that moment.

It slowly raised its left hand, placed it in the space in front of Blake, and said:

"Welcome back, distinguished master."

"Thanks, you big idiot."

Blake snorted, stepped forward gracefully, stood in the curator's left hand, and was lifted into the ground by it.

The pirate looked back at the intimidating magic structure and shook his head regretfully. This guy was too big to take out and put him on his ship as a guard.

But it doesn't matter, there will always be a chance to take it away in the future.

Thinking about it carefully, I left the treasures on the Zandalari Treasure Island to the care of the rebellious Gaboa. Although there were cursed nodes connected to them, I still felt a little uneasy.

The undead has already gone crazy. Who knows what stupid things it will do?

Well, find an opportunity to send the curator over and guard the treasure for yourself.

With this thought in his mind, Blake strode forward,

Walking all the way to the deepest part of the exhibition hall, on a black exhibition shelf, he reached out and held the brown staff like a drumstick in his hand.

With a sense of nostalgia and curiosity, he gently stroked the smooth body of the staff. After a few seconds, Blake curled his lips and said:

"Sure enough, it's just as ugly as I remembered. What were you thinking when you made it? Why did you make it so ugly? Is this also a matter of inheritance?"

Meili Dongfeng was silent. After a few seconds, he sighed and said:

"High elves have a special understanding of 'beauty'. In most cases, their aesthetic sense is amazing. But sometimes those pointed ears are not so reliable.

Indeed, by wand standards, it was quite ugly.

But its power is enough to cover up this slight shortcoming.

Do you want to take it away? Do you want to use it?

Blake. "

The pirate stared at the staff in front of him. When he held it, the character card immediately gave the equipment entry:

Atiesh Guardian's Legendary Staff

legendary quality

Extraordinary magic enhancement. Extraordinary swift spell casting. Extraordinary magic fusion. Extraordinary magic piercing. Extraordinary magic perception.

Comes with special effects:

1.Raven form

2. The power of Tirisfal. [Demigod]

3. Secret Footprints: Open the portal to the ruins of previous guardians

Class inscription:

Guardian of Tirisfal [Mythical Class]

"What a powerful force, how shocking."

The pirate was holding this unusually simple staff. When his fingers touched the staff, he could easily feel the silence of the power in the staff.

It was like a treasure house full of treasures, and Blake already had the key.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

Just looking at the bright [Mythical Class], you know that the difficulty of accessing this power is absolutely beyond imagination, but in addition to the power of the guardian, the staff itself is also a very powerful magic item.

Blake looked at the pleasant attribute entry and kept convincing himself to accept it.

But after a few seconds, he gave up the attempt.

He shrugged and said:

"Forget it, I still can't accept fighting with a chicken leg. It's too shameful. You can keep it."

"I will find something better and more suitable for me, and I know that it is sleeping at my feet, waiting for me to pick it up, and I will come back with a full load."