The Death Knell

In the deep canyon, a mage tower stood in the thick fog. The wooden street lamps on the roadside swayed slightly with the wind. The yellowish candlelight did not spread too far, but just illuminated the small village under the mage tower.

It was still late at night.

"quack."

A black crow cawed twice and jumped down the balcony fence in the middle of the mage tower. Its small figure almost immediately disappeared into the night.

The late night wind was very cold, and the figure on the bed seemed to shudder, sitting up suddenly, panting violently.

The young mage seemed to feel that something was happening.

He was wearing pajamas and lit the bedside candlestick with a small fireball. His spellcasting ability was not yet proficient, especially in a place like Karazhan, where his fire magic always seemed to be uncontrollable in its power.

The first thing to do is to close the window that blows the cold wind.

The Swamp of Sorrows always has a stench like a decaying corpse. Even if there are mountains separating it from the Deadwind Pass, the wind blowing from the sea will bring that smell here.

"Gah." The wooden window made a sound like a crow. Archmage Medivh liked crows very much.

Maybe it was because he couldn't see the foggy canyon and the strange shadows of the trees outside the window that made the young apprentice feel better. But when he turned around and planned to go to the toilet and continue sleeping, he found that his door was actually open. Not off.

I obviously turned it off before going to bed.

This is Karazhan, located just above the rift in the void. Abnormality means that something really happened.

The young mage held up the candlestick and walked into the damp circular corridor. The echo of his footsteps kept coming from behind, as if someone was following him. The flickering candlelight cast his shadow on the wall in a weird way.

Although he was originally a small spy sent by the Tirisfal Council to Medivh, in the process of getting along with the Astral Mage, he gradually established a deep relationship with Medivh, who had an eccentric but very kind personality.

Others in the Tirisfal Council would not be so kind to him. As an orphan, he was just a usable magic item in the eyes of the masters, perhaps worse than a lucky rabbit's foot.

And Medivh cared about him, took care of him, and taught him a lot of valuable knowledge.

Therefore, the original plan to help the Council steal Medivh's secrets was delayed by him constantly making excuses. He wanted to live with Medivh for a while, and the Archmage also trusted him, not only opening the Big Book to him At the same time, he also helps him answer magic questions anytime and anywhere.

Therefore, he was now worried that the parliament's patience had been exhausted and new spies were sent to infiltrate here?

He had to remind the Archmage Medivh.

Karazhan is huge, and Medivh usually meditates on the observatory at the top of the tower, so the apprentice has a long way to go. He can't even master Flash very well now. Just as he walked past the library door, he suddenly stopped.

The Council of Tirisfal wants to find the secrets of the Guardians. Could the library have been invaded? So just to be on the safe side, he pushed open the library door.

My heart skipped a beat.

The originally extremely strong magic door lock was cut off at the crack of the door, split into two halves like butter. As he pushed, the door quietly opened to both sides.

He saw a dark figure floating in mid-air under the transparent dome of the library, crossing his legs and reading a book.

The faint starlight made the creature look unreal. A long cloak trailed on the ground, as if supporting the strange shadow to float.

The red one-eye on the creature's face suddenly turned to the mage apprentice when he pushed the door open.

This is not a mage from Tirisfal! This is not human at all!

"demon!"

The apprentice immediately prepared his best arcane missile, but the other party just glanced at him, lowered his head to read a book, and said an inexplicable sentence: "If you say that I am a devil again, I will sue you for slander."

"who are you?"

After the spell was cast, the young mage did not fire the arcane energy in his hand, but held it in his hand and let it shine brightly.

Su Ming wiped the cover of the Continental Chronicle in his hand and held the book behind his back.

He stretched his legs, and the magic floating cloak spread out like a giant bird's wings, completely blocking the starlight above his head, and looked at the young mage on the ground with interest.

He originally planned to come here to consult Medivh about artifacts, and to go to Darnassus to ask about the legend of the Mooncloth Bag. But when he arrived at Deadwind Pass, he smelled the familiar demonic stench and immediately knew that he was late.

If you don't plan to consult Sargeras, then there is no need to see Medivh.

But thinking about the library in Karazhan, there might be useful information there. If possible, it would also be good to get some magic books back for Karma Taj to study.

So he went around in a circle and found that there was a room under the tower terrace that had no windows closed, so he used the x-metal bone-shrinking skill and got in from a very narrow place.

It turned out to be the apprentice's room. It was very poor and had nothing. There was only an old wooden table and worthless ink bottles and other miscellaneous items.

Su Ming became a little interested in the young man on the bed who looked like he was having a nightmare and whose brows were furrowed. He leaned over and took a closer look and found that it was Khadgar in his youth.

As for how to recognize Khadgar?

After all, in the world of Azeroth, he is the only mage with thick eyebrows and big eyes who has a Chinese character face. Although he is much younger, his face shape and facial features have not changed much.

Su Ming thought for a while, then returned to the table to get a quill, and lightly drew two black beards on Khadgar's face with ink, then opened the door and entered the corridor.

As for the map of Karazhan, he couldn't be more familiar with it. Most of the defense mechanisms here are concentrated on the lower floors, where the arcane servants and curators are, while the upper floors have almost no defense. It may be that the n-metal armor does not feel the magic shield at all. Came in.

Anyway, Su Ming originally didn't plan to contact Khadgar right now, but he didn't expect that the kid would wake up after a while and even come to the door. Could this be ape dung?

"I am the Supreme Mage Deathstroke. The original plan of coming here was to exchange magic experiences with Master Medivh, but unfortunately he is not at home." Su Ming said slowly, his tone full of affirmation and confidence.

These words made Khadgar a little hesitant. Was he a friend of the Astral Mage? Supreme Mage, this title sounds very powerful.

But he immediately shook his head, because it seemed that the library door was broken open by violence.

"No, you must be a magic thief!" Khadgar said firmly. He saw through the other party's true identity, because the book that was still in the other party's hand just now disappeared.

"Haha... aren't you? A thief from the Council of Tirisfal! You want to steal the secrets of the 'Guardians'!"

The other party suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at Khadgar, as if the question was directly pierced into his heart.

Khadgar took two steps back. His guilty conscience and panic made him almost unable to maintain his magic: "You...don't talk nonsense, I..."

"Has your tongue lost its control? You are still too young now." Su Ming waved his hands indifferently, landed on the ground, and threw the storybook-like continental yearbook to Khadgar: "I will die if I am exposed. Just admit it, your stammering has revealed your secret."

"I'm not! Don't talk nonsense! I'm not!" Khadgar calmed down, or he was awakened by the thick book.

The familiar opponent nodded and clapped happily: "Yes, it means denying the three-strikes! That's the momentum! I'm optimistic that you can develop your talking skills in the future. I'm very optimistic about you... Do you want to come? Negotiate a condition?"