Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"That villain! He is so evil that he forces me to act for him!"

In the banquet hall, the big bad wolf bared his teeth when he heard Medivh's name. He gasped and said:

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

"I don't think you can kill them all, but don't worry."

The pirate waved his hand and asked again:

"Do you know Ral'el Flamefang?"

"know."

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

But under Blake's gaze, it still answered honestly:

"He is the alpha wolf, he is the leader of the pack, he is the powerful god of wildness, the chosen one of the white wolf Goldrinn, but he has been sealed by the extremely hypocritical archdruid Malfurion Stormrage. It has been more than nine thousand three hundred years in the Emerald Dream."

"Do you want to save him?"

Blake asked again.

The big bad wolf didn't answer this time and seemed unusually silent. After more than ten seconds, he said:

“I used to think so.

But Medivh, the villain, told me that when he was walking in the Emerald Dream, he came into contact with the will of Laral Flamefang, and our alpha wolf has fallen into an endless madness for revenge.

but me

Even if I want to save him,

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

"Haha, as long as you have this intention."

The pirate said in a playful tone:

"There will always be opportunities in the future. Summoning werewolves does not necessarily require the Scythe of the Moon. In short, you are welcome to join the undead pirates. I have a small question. Do you still have the ability to spread the werewolf disease?"

"I don't know either."

The big bad wolf looked at his sharp claws and said angrily:

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

I don't know if he took away my claws of disease. "

"Can't you just give it a try?"

Blake rubbed his chin and said:

"Although it is said that the werewolf disease is only effective on night elves, as far as I know, humans can also become the carrier of this disease. We might as well find a pure human to give it a try."

As he spoke, the eyes of the pirates, orcs, trolls and werewolves all fell on the little pirate Canrezad next to him who was about to escape.

The latter was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He took out the six magic bags in his hand, waved Jordan's staff, and shouted:

"You are not allowed to come over! I know what you are thinking! Don't even think about it! I am unlucky enough tonight!"

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

Blake still wanted to persuade.

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

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

This concludes tonight's reception.

After my friend Lady Aegwynn completes the ritual, we leave Karazhan. "

——

Blake wandered around Karazhan, admiring the secrets of the mage tower and looking for some things he could take away. At midnight, he was found by the undead butler Moros and was "escorted" back to his guest room. .

Moros was very dissatisfied with the pirates' plundering behavior.

However, considering that Black's arrival enabled his master Medivh to resurrect in the material world, the conscientious butler pretended that this had never happened.

The VIP rooms in Karazhan are very comfortable, and the aristocratic-style big bed is so soft that when the pirate lies on it, it is almost as if he is lying on quicksand and trying to sink into it.

It's really uncomfortable and makes it hard to sleep.

So Blake sneaked out again, intending to sneak into the exhibition hall and loot a few "interesting things" from there. However, when he tiptoed to the upper area, he was blocked by a beam of teleportation light.

Black was about to rush out with Shadow Step, but in a mage tower, facing a mage who had the authority to control it, the pirate's dodge was useless.

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

There is a smell of decay all over the place. In the circular space, there are books all around. All kinds of books are just displayed on the bookshelf, and you can't even see the edges when you raise your head.

This is the world of books.

Blake stood up from the carpet that had not been cleaned for a long time, and soon noticed the fluctuation of magic power from behind, which was the vibration of pure arcane magic power.

The rhythmic rhythm is very easy to recognize.

The pirate knew at that moment who sent him to this place.

While holding down the sword hilt and dagger at his waist, he slowly turned around and saw a middle-aged mage with an unreal figure and wearing a violet robe, sorting things out in front of the bookshelf.

This is an undead, a ghost.

But very peculiar.

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

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

Or to put it in less literary terms, it is a fragment of the soul.

The ghost of the middle-aged mage in front of him has taken care of himself quite well, and his cheeks are very distinctive, and are sixty-nine similar to the self-portrait of Medivh in the exhibition hall.

This represents its identity.

This is Nielas Ellan, Medivh's biological father and Aegwynn's husband.

The most outstanding arcane mage in the history of the magic city-state Dalaran, secretly he is the most outstanding magic hunter in the Council of Tirisfal.

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

Of course, his hunt failed. He was "captured" by Aegwynn, became her servant, and willingly raised Medivh alone until he was fourteen.

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 was committed to cultivating him into a qualified guardian.

The pressure was so great that the relationship between father and son was very bad for a time.

But he was such a serious and boring person. When Medivh was fourteen years old and the evil power in his body broke out for the first time, he did not hesitate to use his own life and soul to stabilize his son's condition.

When Medivh lived alone in Karazhan, when he occasionally woke up from Sargeras' control, he would always sketch the image of his father in his diary with a guilty expression.

In the life of the Astral Mage, the person he feels most indebted to is always his father.

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

This shows that the relationship between mother and son is really tense.

As for why the soul fragment of Nielans Ellan, who died in the North County Monastery more than fifty years ago, is in Karazhan, this is probably because Medivh used some taboo methods to recall a trace of his father's remnant soul. Bar.

"The servants in this mage tower all say that their old master was a very autistic person. In fact, as far as I know, only a few people in Karazhan have seen you."

When the pirate saw Elan sending him over without saying a word, he took the initiative and said:

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

Are you dissatisfied with this matter? "

"I'm just a shadow of Elam, Derek Proudmoore, and it's hard for me to 'think'."

The Shadow of Elam replied in a gentle tone:

"My son hiding me here is just a way of making up for my guilt, and I, I am just a mirror that my poor son uses to remember the past.

I have Elam's mind, but I'm not him.

I brought you here just to express my gratitude to you in person, young man, for Elan, who has rested in peace.

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

But it is still a great and heavy sacrifice. "

Blake immediately relaxed when he heard this.

The ghost in front of him calls himself the Shadow of Elam, saying that he is just a sad memory, but when the old man really goes crazy, it is not so easy to dismiss.

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

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

"But I think that although you claim to be the shadow of Lord Elan, you also have a father's desire to protect Ms. Aegwynn and little Med'an.

If the mother and son decided to leave, would you leave with them? "

"I can not."

The Shadow of Elam sighed, and stopped flipping through the book in its hand. It said:

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

I can only stay here forever until Karazhan collapses.

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

"Holy Light is a bitch!"

The pirate said bluntly:

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

Blake took out something that looked like a shabby account book from his magic bag and opened two pages at random.

With a clatter, a page of paper was torn off from it and thrown away. The cold and ominous paper floated in front of the Shadow of Elan. He said to Elam:

"This is a magical ticket that will 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, with no escape.

But I think that 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.

But that ship belongs to me

Do you understand my subtext? "

The Shadow of Elam looked at the ticket exuding the aura of death in its hand. It looked at the pirate again and said:

"You want me to serve you?"

"No no no."

Blake waved his hands seriously and said:

"I want you to serve the Nagfar 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 guy in the conventional sense, but I'm going to cut some slack for you, Mr. Elam.

Every year, I take you to Dustwallow Marsh.

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

For twenty-four hours in that day, you are free.

All other times you must stay on board. It's a cruel fate indeed. You will go from being a prisoner of Karazhan to being a prisoner of the Nagfar.

So, I urge you to seriously consider it. "

"Well, it is indeed a cruel fate."

Shadow of Ellan nodded, stretched out his finger without hesitation, picked up the quill next to him, and wrote his name on the ticket in an elegant manner.

In the next moment, the ticket for the Nagfar was burned in pale flames. Black stretched out his hand, and a cold soul coin that was between virtual and real fell into the palm of his hand.

And the shadow of Elam in front of him also dissipated in the library in front of him under the call of Naqfar. At the last moment, only the arcane wind blew over.

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

"Thank you, Captain."