Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 187 6. Pack and take away!

   Deadwind Trail is not a huge area.

   As its name suggests, it's actually just a trail connecting Duskwood and the Swamp of Sorrows to the east, but south of this important east-west mountain trail, there's a deep river valley.

  The unique terrain here creates its special charm.

   In the early years, before the sun was taken away from here, this valley used to be the place where the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom went hunting.

   There are many ferocious beasts here, and rare fish can be caught in the valley.

   Of course, this place is quite far from the main city of Stormwind Kingdom.

  The nobles have a better choice for outings. The reason why they have been running here in those years is more because they want to get closer to the owner of the place.

   Medivh was a noble guardian of magic in the Seven Kingdoms before he went "mad".

  Because of historical reasons, he couldn't get along with the vulgar mages in Dalaran, so he lived alone in his mages tower deep in Deadwind Pass all the year round.

   And because Medivh grew up with King Ryan Wrynn and Marshal Anduin Lothar, he also had a detached status in the noble circle of Stormwind Kingdom.

   also served as the royal mage of Stormwind Kingdom all the year round.

   If a certain noble is lucky enough to be favored by Master Medivh, then it is only a matter of time before he rises in the upper circles of Stormwind Kingdom.

   Best of all, this royal mage is not as withdrawn as other mages.

   He often holds various banquets in his magical mage tower.

   Therefore, in the era before the war, getting an invitation to a Karazhan banquet was definitely a very respectable thing among the nobles of Stormwind Kingdom.

  There are countless small nobles and businessmen who want to get an invitation letter, which means that the higher class society has opened the door to them.

   Of course, we all know what happened later.

   On the day Medivh and Gul'dan joined forces to open the Dark Portal linking Azeroth to the worlds of Draenor, Karazhan hosted the greatest celebration ever.

  Two-thirds of the nobles wore their best clothes and happily went to the banquet with a large number of servants, only to never return.

  Speaking of truth, the nobles of the kingdom who were wiped out by Medivh were the first victims of the Orc War at the Dark Gate in a year.

   It was precisely because of that banquet massacre that the internal defense system of Stormwind Kingdom collapsed. When faced with a tentative attack by the orcs, its response was rather slow, allowing the orcs to easily drive straight in.

  The tragedy just happened.

   "It's only been two years, right? Why is this place so desolate?"

The convoy of    pirates stopped in the town in front of the Karazhan Mage Tower. Blake jumped out of the carriage and looked at the ruins of the town in front of him.

  This place was originally a very prosperous place. From the number of houses and the scale of the town, it can be seen that at least thousands of people lived here before.

   But now, those beautifully built houses have been weathered out of shape.

   It is like thousands of years have passed under the washing of time, let the walls collapse, let the bricks and tiles fall, let the traces of civilization existing here be wiped out by a disaster.

   "There is a terrible dark magic entrenched here!"

   The orc warlock behind Black said with a serious expression:

   "They turn into winds that annihilate everything, trapped around this mage tower, scouring everything that exists, as a symbol of taboo, announcing to all those who approach rashly, all living beings are forbidden here."

"Snapped"

   Before he could finish the words with evil eyes, he was kicked by Black, and the pirate scolded:

   "Speak well or shut up!"

   "Ah, the magical chaos here, Captain, they are destroying everything, that's why this place looks so bad."

  Evil Eye smiled awkwardly and explained briefly.

   "Black! There are a lot of weird spirits ahead!"

  The warning voice of the female troll Warney echoed in the ears of the pirates. She had an extra spirit body decapitation sword in her hand, and Manzur on the other side also grabbed two spirit body daggers in her hand.

   "They are ghost states, they can walk between different phases, don't rely on them!"

   The warning from the two ghosts made Black nodded.

   He grabbed the worn-out hilt around his waist, injected magic power, and the burning flame formed a blazing long sword. The Demon Strike dagger in the other hand was also stained with a layer of shadow blade.

   Seeing that the captain entered into battle, Evil Eye quickly drew out his wand.

  This orc warlock also made a fortune with his own captain, the wand in his hand, the robe on his body, and the amulet around his neck, all of which were high-quality goods bought from the ancestor turtle.

  Although you can't afford epic gear yet.

   But wearing an environmentally friendly blue-green outfit is enough to crush a group of poor spellcasters in the real world.

   "buzz"

   Possibly sensing the hostility of pirates, groups of illusory ghosts appeared silently in the ruins of the empty town in front of them.

   They still maintain the state they were when they died.

   Wearing farmer's clothes, holding the "artifact" pitchfork that made Blake's eyes widen, and some simply carrying meat grinders and butcher knives for grinding meat.

   One by one gathered like ghosts, quickly blocking the way to the Mage Tower.

   They stared at the visitor in front of them with unpleasant expressions. Hundreds of ghosts gathered together, causing the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly.

   These souls are very fierce.

   Staying around Karazhan all year round, the dark magic power escaping from the mage tower obviously strengthens them, making them more difficult to deal with while retaining painful memories.

   "The merciful lord is holding a banquet, the nobles do not want to be disturbed! Leave!"

   In front of the ghost, a guy like the mayor said to the group of people in front of him in a cold tone:

   "Unless you have an invitation letter from the lord. But looking at how poor you are, you definitely won't have one. Get out! This is not the place for you mud-legged, stinky pirates."

   "Mr. Medivh's subordinates are of poor quality. Look at this little mouth, it's as sweet as honey."

   Black grinned and said:

   "No wonder he wants to turn you all into ghosts. I guess he can't stand you stinky guys."

   "Captain, what's going on? How do these ghosts remember the past?"

   Warlock Evil Eye whispered:

   "That's not right, they shouldn't remember."

   "Where do you think we're going? A playground?"

The    pirate explained to his stupid subordinates:

  " Medivh cast magic here.

   Even after his death, banquets are still held here. These undead forcibly forget the reality that they have died, and turn a blind eye to the changes in the outside world.

   They think they are alive and serving their lord. And anyone who tries to tell them the truth will be mercilessly killed by them."

  Blake glanced at the thriving and abnormal abandoned garden outside the town, as well as those not-so-fresh soils, he curled his lips and said:

   "It's really a waste of time."

   "Crash"

   Just as the two sides faced off, the shrunk gate of the mage tower several hundred meters behind was pushed open from the inside with the sound of chains.

   Hearing this sound, the ghost lords immediately moved to the sides in unison.

   They looked back, in front of the door pushed open by several ghost servants, on the ninth steps, a undead wearing a red housekeeper's uniform, whose body had decayed into a skeleton, but still maintained an elegant walk, was walking out slowly.

  Beside him, there is also a fully armed undead knight in red armor, a tattered scarlet cloak, and a great sword.

   "cough cough"

   The old butler who still maintained the habit in front of him stretched out his hand into a fist, coughed twice in front of his mouth, stretched out his hoarse and gloomy voice, and scolded:

   "Rude! How dare you treat the mistress's distinguished guests so rudely! It's a shame for the master, step back! Go to the master's wine cellar, take out thirty years of fine wine, and send it to the banquet hall."

   The ferocious group of ghost villagers just now, under the scolding of the old undead butler, were like gray mice and dispersed.

   The mayor who insulted Blake even rubbed his hands together, bent down, and apologized flatly.

   Pirates are of course great.

   waved his hand and told this guy to get out.

   As a guest of Karazhan, he is also a prince, so he naturally needs to speak a little bit of style, but he is not in the mood to be angry with a dead person.

   "Dignified guests, please don't care about the rudeness of these idiots. Please come with me, the old mistress has arranged a grand banquet, I hope you can relieve your anger a little."

   The old butler tried his best to show a welcoming smile, but that rotten face was terrifying no matter what.

  Blake shrugged and waved his fingers, and the four powerful orcs drove their carriages and parked beside the stables outside the main tower of Karazhan.

   The undead guard beside the old butler also came to help and lifted the coffin that was constantly vibrating in the carriage.

   "You are Mr. Atumen, the best hunter under Mr. Medivh, right?"

  Black and the undead knight were getting close.

He says:

   "I heard that the food on the table of the astral mage was all hunted for him by you?"

"Of course!"

   The knight in charge of the stables immediately laughed when he heard Blake's words, he said proudly:

   "Every morning, I ride my beloved midnight to hunt for the freshest ingredients for the master. This is my honor as a hunter and serving the master.

   I have never failed my master's trust. "

   "Well, it sounds like you're really good at hunting."

  Blake blinked and said:

   "Don't look at me like this, I'm actually a ranger too, I have time to learn from each other, but I'm more interested in the war horse Midnight you mentioned.

   I mean, can you give me your horse? "

   "Ha, you want my horse?"

   Hearing the rude request of the pirates, the undead knight suddenly became angry, as if he had heard the most blasphemous words, he drew his sword and wanted to fight Black.

   he shouted:

   "Midnight is my lifeblood! It's all I have left! You can't take my midnight! You greedy villain! Why don't you take me too?

  If you want to steal my midnight, you have to step over my body!

bring it on!

   Midnight, let's tackle this bunch

what! "

   Before Atumen could finish his words, Black grabbed the spirit lamp around his waist and slammed it outwards, pulling the ghost of the hunter who was summoning his beloved horse into the lamp.

   His rotten body fell to the ground in an instant, and there was a scream of war horses in the stable.

   "If you don't say it, I didn't even think that there is such a choice."

  The pirate stretched out his hand and flicked on the soul lamp. In the clear voice, he grinned and said to the struggling soul in the lamp:

   "I changed my mind, Lord Atumen."

   "I don't want your horse anymore, I want you a good hunter, and your beloved after midnight to serve me and hunt for me. Of course, I will apply to the Lord Mistress of Karazhan.

  Look, as a prince, I am surrounded by a few incompetent and stupid orcs as guards, which is not very graceful at all.

from now on!

  As the crown prince of Kul Tiras, I canonize you as the royal hunter of Kul Tiras, and give you a real knighthood.

   Sir Attumen, please do not refuse my offer. "

   (end of this chapter)