Azeroth’s Death Track

The sea area of ​​Tidefall Island is not far from the sea area of ​​Stormwind Kingdom. Tyrion ran wildly on the sea for 3 hours before entering Long Beach in Westfall, and from there heading south all the way to Dusk Forest.

It is said that when the sun was shining, you could even see the towers of the city wall of Stormwind through this forest, but during the war two years ago, the darkness from the remote and dangerous Deadwind Path has completely covered this forest. This place used to be called Sunshine Forest, but now it is shrouded in darkness 24 hours a day, and it has become very dangerous. Even the rude and savage orcs are unwilling to enter it after occupying Stormwind City.

This also made Dusk Forest a gathering place for fleeing people from Stormwind City. The orcs did not send soldiers into the forest to arrest them, so Night Town in Dusk Forest was probably the last area in the Kingdom of Stormwind that was controlled by humans.

This forest that is always in the dark is mysterious. Tyrion rode a skeleton horse and walked along the road in the forest. He knew very well that there were not only the wraiths aroused by the dark energy, but also the existence of dragons. In the center of the Duskwood, there is a gate leading to the mysterious Emerald Dream, guarded by the Green Dragonflight, the keepers of the dream.

The green lizards existed here long before the Kingdom of Stormwind was born, and they have guarded the dream world for hundreds of centuries.

When Tyrion passed by a fork in the forest, he looked in the northeast direction. In the col of the forest, hidden powers that mortals cannot resist, he has no plans to provoke those green dragons yet. He just expressed pure emotion.

Mortals always think that they are the masters of the world, but they don't know that their kingdom is built from nothing bit by bit under the watchful eye of a higher power. Maybe the orcs are because they know that the green dragon The existence of it did not break the tranquility of this forest.

Hehe, dragons guard life again, even though they may not know it themselves, and they don't care about it.

Tyrion pulled up the reins, and the skeleton warhorse neighed silently. He quickened his pace and disappeared into the darkness. When he saw the night town like a fortress in the distance, the death knight stretched out his hand and stood on his shoulder. The ghost owl uttered a long howl and flapped its wings into the darkness.

The silent predator flew past the town below where at least a few thousand people gathered, and soon found a way for the death knight without alerting the guards.

Tyrion is not afraid of these refugees, and their life and death have nothing to do with him, but to enter the Deadwind Path where Karazhan is located, he must pass through Nightshade Town. The location of this town is very important, it can be called Stormwind The eastern gate of the kingdom, where there is also an army formed after the darkness fell.

The night watchman, this is a militia to defend the town. After Stormwind City was breached, many unwilling veterans joined them and continued to fight against the orcs, which greatly strengthened the military strength of Night City.

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At the intersection leading to the Deadwind Pass, a night watchman soldier who fled in panic was pierced through the chest by a long sword. Behind him was a completely destroyed sentry tower. Pulling out his heart, he wiped the blood from the blade on the clothes of the deceased, then looked back at the town in the dark night, turned over and rode on his horse, and under the guidance of Moon Claw, he quickly disappeared on the path leading to the headwind fork in the road.

Less than five minutes after the death knight left, the corpses of the five killed night watchmen resuscitated strangely. Their souls had been swallowed into the abyss of hell. Under the manipulation of the dark energy permeating the forest, they were revived All that is left is the body, which will live as a walking corpse that has no wisdom and can only destroy everywhere.

In this forest, there are still many mindless walking corpses like this, especially in the two cemeteries in Night Town, those large and large resurrected corpses have become the most popular among the Duke of Ambrock and the people stationed here. His soldiers have a headache, and this strange power to resurrect the dead is the real danger in this Twilight Forest...

Fog, after entering the desolate headwind path, the ubiquitous fog gradually thickened. Tyrion was advancing on the rocky mountain road. Every time he raised his head, he could clearly see the end of the mountain in the thick fog. The Dark Tower, that is his destination, the mage tower of the astral mage Medivh - Karazhan.

This mage tower was built hundreds of years ago by Medivh's mother, Ms. Aegwynn. It was originally used to avoid the constant pursuit of the Tirisfal Council. Later, Ms. Aegwynn met the love of her life. After the man she met, this place became her home, and the astral mage Medivh was born here, and at the time he was born, this place was still shrouded in mild sunlight.

Ding, ding, ding

The heavy sound of horse bells broke the tranquility of the mist, and as Tyrion got closer and closer to Karazhan, the number of those strange figures hidden in the mist also increased. Appeared without a sound, and then disappeared without a sound. Some of them still have human form, but their eyes are full of vicious dark red light, and some of them who have been tortured have lost their form, leaving only Ruan Spirit-like endless hatred.

But they didn't dare to get close to Tyrion. The death energy surging in the death knight's body was so powerful that if they approached rashly, they would be instinctively bound behind the death knight and become his servant.

This is the most resisted thing of these wraiths who are bound on this fog and the land.

This place used to be a part of the Stormwind Kingdom, and these vengeful spirits were originally residents of Deadwind Path. Although their lives were poor, under the protection of the astral mage, they could at least be safe. Unfortunately, Medivh was controlled by the Lord of the Legion. , and was killed by his friend Lothar, apprentice Khadgar, and friend Garona, his terrifying power exploded, destroying all life in Deadwind Pass in an instant.

To this day, the dark energy that erupted when Medivh was dying has still not dissipated, and the changes in Dusk Forest are the victims of this dark energy.

A bunch of wretches.

Tyrion didn't care about those wraiths hiding in the mist, even though they looked at him with hatred and malicious eyes, under the neighing of the ghost owl moon claw, these wraiths didn't dare to stop it at all, they could only follow him behind.

I hate Medivh so much, but I dare not leave the Deadwind Pass. Only here are they free. Maybe they also know what is waiting for them in the abyss of Hell...

When he stepped into the ground near Karazhan, the death knight looked back, the thick fog had already begun to dissipate, obviously, those low-level wraiths did not dare to approach this place.

Even after death, they still fear Medivh's dark majesty.

But when Tyrion entered the village at the foot of Karazhan, his expression became weird. In the memory of the game, there should be a group of more powerful vengeful spirits here, but in front of him, Although the village has been completely destroyed, leaving only a ruined wall, but in front of the majestic and dark mage tower, there is a scene of crowds of people.

Like a lively market, a lot of people have gathered in front of the entrance of the Karazhan Mage Tower. They are talking with each other, some are still dancing, and some small merchants are loudly selling their wares , looks vibrant, but with the incomplete and dark ruins around it, this scene is so weird no matter how you look at it.

Ah, elf knight!

A guy leaning against the entrance of the village greeted Tyrion drunkenly:

The horse is not bad, are you also here to attend Mr. Medivh's banquet?

Well?

Tyrion's eyes blinked, he glanced at the noisy crowd in front of him, he coughed lightly, and then refocused his eyes on the guy in front of him, he looked like a little nobleman, a bit downcast, wearing shabby clothes But the decent clothes are just an illusory figure, barely maintaining a human form. Obviously, this is also a ghost... but it is not the kind of wraith who has lost consciousness.

Are they all here for the... banquet?

Tyrion asked in a low voice, the little nobleman put the wine bottle that had been empty in his hand to his mouth, then hiccupped, glanced back at the crowd behind him, and said very dissatisfied:

Of course! Being able to attend Mr. Medivh's banquet is a symbol of high society status in the Stormwind Kingdom. Look at that old nobleman riding a horse, that is Earl Jonas, and his beautiful wife, who used to be mine. Lover, that old dog steals love... Forget it, let’s not talk about it, standing beside that old dog is the Duchess of Aberlock, and the lord couple here, they are all top-level nobles, although I've been invited too, but I'm not part of that circle, this is an opportunity...

The ghost of the little nobleman pursed his lips, and said with some longing:

Maybe I can also join the upper class because of this...

interesting.

Tyrion carefully observed the eyes and consciousness of the little noble ghost in front of him. His soul was complete, almost undamaged, but lost his body, and his soul was not polluted by darkness, as if he was forcibly bound by some force in the consciousness of the living.

Lo and behold, he can even drink! Although the wine bottle has long since dried up...

Tyrion got off his horse and threw the bridle of the skeleton warhorse to the little nobleman:

It's yours! You like it don't you?

This sudden gift made the little nobleman's soul a little dazed, but soon he stood up at a loss, walked around the skeleton horse twice, and rubbed his hands excitedly:

With it, maybe I can attract the attention of those lovely noble ladies... What do you want from me?

The little nobleman turned his head to look at Tyrion, who stretched his fingers and said softly:

I want your invitation letter... Since you are here to attend the banquet, how can you do without an invitation letter?

After a while, Tyrion holding the invitation letter mixed into the ghosts in front of him. He was a rare high elf, and he quickly attracted the attention of the nobles. Under Tyrion's conscious guidance, he quickly Mingled with those ghost nobles.

This was not in vain. In chatting with them, Tyrion quickly learned something.

First of all, the memories of these ghosts were all fixed to the moment Medivh died 3 years ago. They didn't know that the Stormwind Kingdom had fallen, nor did they know that their homeland had been destroyed.

Secondly, whenever Tyrion mentioned the war outside, these ghosts showed a very disinterested look, and all their attention seemed to be placed on the upcoming banquet of the astral mage.

In the end, every soul around here is extremely complete and full of vitality, with its own wisdom and thinking, and there is no tendency to turn into a ghost at all.

The death knight looked back, the soul of the little nobleman riding on the skeleton warhorse had hooked up with two boring noble ladies, that guy was leading the horse, and carrying the two shouting noble ladies, was heading towards the ruins. He walked past the inn, and it was clear that he had some evil intentions.

Tyrion has never seen such active ghosts. From them, Tyrion saw a new possibility that the undead have... There is a power that protects them, affects them, and helps them Free yourself from the emptiness and torment of death.

And the answers to all these are buried in the mage tower in front of him, and the death knight is eager to try this.

He himself may not have felt that after approaching this mage tower, his calm and almost cold soul also became active.

Hua Hua Hua

Accompanied by the sound of chains and traps, the door of the mage tower in front of him was slowly opened. This scene quickly quieted down the chirping chatter of the nobles. The next moment, a raven wearing a gorgeous butler robe with Medivh pinned to his chest emblem, but the butler, whose whole body has been completely decayed, walked out with solemn steps, blue flames danced in his eyes, glanced at the long-awaited guests, he coughed lightly, and spoke with a hoarse voice of the undead. explain:

Welcome all distinguished guests. Mr. Medivh is not feeling well, so I will guide you into Karazhan. The grand banquet has been prepared, and we have invited the most famous opera troupe in the Kingdom of Stormwind to perform for you... Now, Please come with me.

With a bit of reserve, the nobles followed the butler into the mage's tower, and Tyrion was mixed in, but the moment he stepped into the gate, a dark figure stood in front of him. The Undead Steward, who was still very calm, had a red light in his eyes at this time, and two daggers, one long and one short, were pressed against Tyrion's neck.

And behind him, with the neighing of war horses and the screams of the nobles, a knight in black heavy armor rushed out from the stable on the other side, waving a long sword in his hand, and brought a few undead The cavalry stood in front of Tyrion.

This uninvited guest...please leave! You don't belong here!

The banquet of the dead, you are not welcome!