Stormwind God

The unknown demonic energy has slight fluctuations, and the slight difference between the crests and troughs is not something that humans can master.

And this is an Ereda language, also known as demon language.

This can definitely confuse 99.99% of the world's mage, but it can't help Duke. Because Duke has system wizards. This kind of static question and answer every 5 minutes, although there are extremely complex fluctuations, this fluctuation is static.

When the system wizard repeatedly promised Duke that he could imitate it perfectly, Duke smiled at Lothar.

"I use a wizard-only trick to conceal Medivh for a while. I think he won't find out how many people we killed before we got close to Medivh."

Lothar heard his eyes bright.

If he can get close to Medivh, maybe there is still a chance, what is the most feared? Drowned by endless demons before seeing Medivh.

He and his people are strong.

No matter how strong it is still human. As long as people are tired, they will be easy to make mistakes. It can be said that the longer the fighting delays, the more disadvantageous they are.

The emergence of Duke directly reversed this point.

"Well, follow me." Duke beckoned.

"No, let's go together." Lothar held a shield on his left and a sword on his right.

Duke suddenly noticed that Lothar's sword seemed to be essentially different from the one he usually took.

"this is……"

"Ancestral stuff. But it should work." Lothar said lightly.

Duke opened his mouth wide. If he could not control himself, he would probably scream.

Who is the ancestor of Lothar? Emperor Thoradin, the former founder of the Seven Kingdoms!

An ancestral sword? Isn't that the sword of the emperor?

Seeming to see through Duke's surprise, Lothar said lightly: "Not so mysterious as you think. But this sword will usually stimulate the nobles of the Storm Kingdom."

Duke didn't dare to follow up, and after that, Lothar's dark history. In fact, Duke didn't understand. For the blood of Emperor Thoradin, he would run for the Wrynn family.

Duke took Lothar and his party and entered Karazhan.

Almost the moment he stepped into the back door, Duke found it wrong. It was a sense of confusion that rebelled throughout time and space.

In every sense, this is also inevitable.

In the Archean period, an unexplained big explosion occurred in the southern part of the Red Ridge Mountains, forming a crater, which is now the headwind path. The space-time in the middle of the crater has been blurred and folded into a space-time node in the universe. Connects many other worlds and twists the void.

Countless years later, Medivh, the star mage, was attracted by the space-time characteristics of this place. In order to study here for a long time, he built a tower in the center of the node and settled it. This is the Karazhan tower today. King Ryan of the Storm Kingdom sealed this place to Medivh, granting him the title of "Master of Karazhan."

After incorporating the power emanating from Medivh, the guardian of Azeroth, the Karazhan Tower gradually merged with the space-time node, and the tower itself became part of this special space-time. This folded and twisted space-time is also the cause of Karazhan's illusion. Karazhan's illusion is not an illusion or a ghost, but a fragment of real, past and future. It is involved in the chaotic space and appears in a place that should not appear.

Therefore, there are many, many unreasonable things in Karazhan.

For example, all we see now are books. Various books, not only magic books, but also a large number of humanities, geography, and history books.

But these are all visual illusions.

"Listen, follow me and step on the math book."

"Mathematics book?" Lothar puzzled.

"Don't want to fly to other planets in the next instant, just follow me." Duke jumped carefully over the "books" scattered all over the place.

If it hadn't been scanned by the system wizard, he would have thought that this was just an ordinary book. After scanning the system, I suddenly realized that most of the ground here was an illusion. As long as I took the wrong step, I was lucky to return to Earth. Unlucky ... Um, the incomplete corpse over there that didn't know what race was over, half of the body was cut away in an arc.

A group of guys followed Duke, making a small jump on the left and a large jump on the right, leaving for a few minutes before leaving the area.

Although it was ridiculous for a group of big men to jump around wearing long armor and carrying long swords, this terrible situation really couldn't laugh. The only good news was that none of the people who came in seemed to fall.

Then, when Duke took the lead through a phantom of a bookshelf, Duke's face changed slightly.

He saw a downward slope. Below the ramp, there was a scent of sulfur.

"What? Do you think of anything?"

"Sart! And it's Sart, who will recruit little devil, uh, little devil." Duke almost rushed out, trying to blast the name of Tristan * Evil Hoof.

As a very powerful earth mage, Duke knew where his limits were. Although his spellcasting ability has surpassed many sky mages, he is still a land mage in essence.

He doesn't know how many levels he counts for the original game. He only knew that Karazhan was not a good place to play.

In a sense, he didn't know how many levels came to play Karazhan.

If it's just a messing around player before, it's really a big death. However, when the player hit here, only the player himself, Duke brought three heroes and more than two hundred elite warriors to ‘open up wasteland’. This feeling made Duke very conflicting.

If the opponent this time is not Medivh, it is really a typical thigh! And it was Lotsa's perfect golden thigh.

"Is there anything to pay attention to?" Lothar asked softly.

"Uh, it's better not to become a protracted war. Because this summoned Sartre can give him enough time to easily create a legion."

"Well, I'll go first!" It was not Lothar who spoke, but Garona!

At that moment, Duke was almost scared of a heart attack. Because he saw Garona, a half-orc with straight thinking patterns in her brain, she rushed into the secret room where the evil hoof was.

"Follow!" Not only Duke, Lothar was stunned. He knew that most of the orcs engraved with the word "your" on their chests, but never thought that even a human feminine half-orc like Garona was so fierce.

He almost ran, and followed Garona into the room filled with dim red light and the scarlet magic array on the floor.