Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 191 10. The exhibition hall is only right. Well, all the exhibits, please take them

   "You meddled in the fate of Medivh so rudely! Didn't the bronze dragon beside you warn you? Perhaps tonight when Aegwynn casts spells, a group of bronze dragons will surround Karazhan.

   It might even lead to the personal intervention of the mysterious King of Time! "

  In the corridor of the quieter upper area of ​​Karazhan, Blake, holding a soul lamp, was walking towards a quiet hall.

  The pirates are walking on a luxurious and clean blue carpet, with various displays on both sides, representing the elegant and weird taste of the owner here.

   For example, next to a stylish elf-style relief of a figure, there is a bizarre heart soaked in green liquid.

   The two are very different.

  If this mage tower does not have two masters with different personalities, it can only mean that the masters here may have two different personalities.

   Or to put it more directly, Medivh is a serious schizophrenic.

   There are two souls living in his body.

   "Can you be quiet and bring out the steadiness of the 3,000-year-old legendary archmage! I'm admiring the artwork, please don't disturb me?"

  Blake looked away from the weird purple heart, and said to the spirit lamp in his opponent's hand:

   "Isn't it a mere fate, and it's not a major event that destroys the world. Those giant dragons dare not come to Karazhan, they all know the sad end of the adult blue dragon who came to question Medivh.

  The skeleton of that guy is still scattered all over Deadwind Pass.

   Its soul is even more miserable and unable to be freed, and was shaped into a complete monster by the dark gods

  Well, since you mentioned the Nightmare, don't forget to remind me to take it with you when you leave. With a skull dragon escorted, my fleet will be very safe when it is still weak.

   But if you think about it carefully, forget it. That skull dragon has a big temper. I can't provoke it now, so I'll talk about it next time. "

   "Be serious! Blake, I'm talking to you."

  Merry Winterwind in the Soul Lamp was chattering endlessly. Obviously, the old mage who had lived for three thousand years was very aware of the existence of the Bronze Dragon Legion.

   Medivh does not rely on Karazhan's magic enchantment without this mage tower, but he can't stop those angry dragons.

   "Oh, you just want to break the casserole and ask to the end, right?"

  Blake was very agitated by the old mage's questioning. He waved the elegant vase on the exhibition stand beside him and pushed it to the ground. Amidst the shattering sound of the artwork, he put the soul-inducing lamp on it.

   crossed his hips and said to Merry Winterwind in a very serious tone:

   "Then I'll tell you, the bronze dragon won't come tonight! Because in theory, I haven't really changed Medivh's fate and he will indeed be resurrected by the guilty Lady Aegwynn.

   But as a senior spell caster, you should know better than me how complicated and sophisticated the process of leaving and returning a soul is.

When Medivh was assassinated by Lothar, Khadgar, Garona, and a group of Alliance warriors two years ago, the moment his body died, the side of his soul that belonged to the dark gods left this tragedy. .

   And the soul that really belonged to Medivh was banished from the world.

   But not the stars you understand! "

  The pirate took out his dwarf pipe, pinched a shadowy flame with his fingers, lit the shredded tobacco, and while puffing out the mist, said to the silent lamp before him:

   "I doubt very much that Medivh's soul crossed the veil of life and death and entered the shadow world. A spellcaster like him would undoubtedly be treated with courtesy in that world.

   Maybe he has already met the arbiter representing 'Destiny' in the Eternal City, Olipos.

   Or because of the sins he committed, he was thrown into the maw and sent to the warden Zovall.

   But no matter which road he is on now, it is not so easy for him to return to Azeroth from the other side of the veil, and the veil is quite stable now.

   Even if it is an astral mage, it will take a long time to return completely! It has been sixteen years since Medivh reappeared in fate.

   So, do you understand?

   My friend old Merry. "

  Black puffed out a puff of smoke towards the Soul Lamp, and said:

   "My 'friendly talk' with Ms. Aegwynn tonight was a small attempt that had nothing to do with the bigger picture.

   She is willing to listen to me, naturally better.

   But if she is stubborn, I have nothing to lose.

   Anyway, it will take more than ten years for her son to be 'resurrected' in the true sense.

  What we will do tonight is to set up a beacon for Medivh's astral soul to return to Azeroth.

   It doesn't matter whether the beacon is an adult or a baby.

  The bronze dragons need to pay attention to too many time nodes, they will not tangle too much on such details, as long as a body that can carry Medivh's soul is shaped tonight, everything will be OK.

  I plant seeds now and reap victory in the future.

   When the bronze dragons found out that something was wrong, they were powerless, because even they could not change what had happened.

   And I can tell you plainly.

   At the 20th year of the Dark Portal, the Bronze Dragon Legion was already in a state of exhaustion, and they did not have the energy to return to this point in time to arrest us.”

   Speaking, Blake turned his head and glanced at the empty side. After waiting quietly for three seconds, he turned his head and said to the old mage in the spirit lamp:

   "Look, I'm still alive, proving that I'm successful in the future."

   "So, put down your worries, my friend, there is nothing to worry about. And more than this, I want to know, do you really need me to help you complete the Lich Transformation Ritual?"

  The pirate exhaled and said to the soul lamp:

   "The Lich Transformation Ceremony requires a lot of magic power, and now Aegwynn has given up building a powerful body for Medivh, and the magic power saved is just for you.

   And you have been looking for it for three thousand years, but you still look like this, which proves that there is no complete Lich Transformation Prayer in the hands of those arrogant high elves.

   But that forbidden knowledge, I have!

  Dear Merry, if you miss this time, the next time you want it, it's not free. "

   Very silent in the soul lamp.

   After a few seconds, Merry Winterwind said slowly:

   "I want it, but I don't want to owe you a favor. The journey to Zandalar has taught me that when you owe you a favor, things can get very troublesome."

   "You don't need to worry, because I'll make you pay me back soon. Well, here we are."

   Black snapped his fingers, and he crossed the corridor and entered a circular hall.

   The hall in front of you is very interesting.

  Its entrance is the highest point, and the rotating stairs extend from the platform at the entrance to both sides, creating a museum-like space three meters below.

  There are many bookshelves full of books and various exhibits in a unique arrangement.

   Most of them are works of art.

   But also some Proof of Valor, armor, weapons, various magic items.

  The full-length portrait of King Baratheon in Stormwind Kingdom, Ryan Wrynn and Medivh, as well as the oil paintings of Marshal Lothar when he was young, etc.

  This is the exhibition hall.

   is used to store the favorite collectibles of Astral Mage Medivh.

  The pirate stepped into it and threw a detective into the collection in front of him, and all of a sudden there were colorful lights shining. This malicious move also caused a huge noise, which sounded right in front of his eyes.

   A gray-white giant structure made of marble and blue magic crystal strode from the depths of the exhibition hall in the beating of the chilling magic sparks.

Blake stood on a three-meter-high platform, but he could only sit at the waist of the giant structure. This guy was more than seven meters tall. Just by looking at his arms wrapped around magic spikes, he knew that this thing was full of destructive power. .

   "The exhibition hall is only open to visitors!"

The    giant structure made a low voice, raised his arms, and smashed it down at the pirate, but Blake calmly picked up the old badge hanging from his neck and shook it.

   This thing was given to him by Aegwynn.

   He didn't come to visit the exhibition hall either. He was sent here by the lady to run errands and retrieve the same precious ritual necessities.

   The magic badge that belonged to Medivh stopped the attacking action of the dangerous giant structure named "The Curator" at this moment.

   It slowly raised its left hand, placed it in the space in front of Blake, and said:

   "Welcome, come back, honorable master."

   "Thanks, you big idiot."

  Blake snorted, stepped forward gracefully, stood in the curator's left hand, and was lifted into the ground by it.

  The pirate looked back at the powerful magical structure, and shook his head regretfully. This guy is too big to take out and put it on his ship as a guard.

   But it doesn't matter, there is always a chance to take it away later.

   Thinking about it carefully, the treasure on Zandalari Treasure Island is handed over to the natural anti-bone Gaboa to take care of, although there are curse nodes connected, but still a little worried.

  The undead has already gone crazy, who knows what stupid things it will do?

  Well, find an opportunity to send the curator over to guard the treasure for yourself.

   Thinking so, Blake strode forward,

   Walking all the way to the deepest part of the exhibition hall, on a black exhibition stand, he reached out and held the chicken-leg-like brown staff in front of him.

With a sense of nostalgia and curiosity,    gently stroked its smooth rod body. After a few seconds, Blake pouted and said:

   "Sure enough, it's as ugly as I remember. What did you think when you made it? Why did you make it so ugly? Is this also some kind of inheritance?"

  Merry Winter Wind was silent, and after a few seconds, he sighed and said:

   "High elves have a special understanding of 'beauty', and in most cases, their aesthetics are amazing. But occasionally those pointed ears are not so reliable.

   Indeed, by staff standards, it's pretty ugly.

   But it is powerful enough to cover up this slight flaw.

  Are you going to take it? are you going to use it?

   Black. "

  The pirate stared at the staff in front of him. When he held it, the character card immediately gave the equipment entry:

  Etiesh Guardian's Legendary Staff

  Legendary Quality

   Extraordinary magic enhancement. Extraordinary swift casting. Extraordinary magic fusion. Extraordinary magic piercing. Extraordinary magic perception

   With special effects:

  1. Raven Form

  2. The power of Tirisfal. [Demigod]

  3. Mysterious Footsteps: Open the portal to the ruins of past guardians

   Class Inscription:

  Tirisfal Guardian【Mythic Class】

   "What a powerful force, what a shock."

  The pirate held this unusually simple staff, and when his fingers touched the body of the staff, he could easily feel the silence of that power in the staff.

   is like a treasure trove full of treasures, and Black already has the key in his hand.

   Of course, this is just an illusion.

   Just by looking at the bright [Mythical Class], you can see how difficult it is to use this power, which is absolutely beyond imagination, but apart from the power of the guardian, this staff is also a very powerful magic item.

  Blake looked at the pleasant attribute entry, and kept persuading himself to accept it in his heart.

   But after a few seconds, he gave up the attempt.

   shrugged and said:

   "Forget it, I still can't stand wielding a chicken leg in battle, it's too shameful. You guys keep it."

   "I'll find something better that suits me better, and I know it's sleeping under my feet, waiting for me to pick it up, and I'll come back full."

   (end of this chapter)