Azeroth Shadow Trail

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

"You are so brutally intervening in Medivh's fate! Didn't the bronze dragon beside you warn you? Maybe when Aegwynn casts a spell tonight, a group of bronze dragons will surround Karazhan.

It may even attract the personal intervention of the mysterious Lord of Time! "

In the corridor of the quieter upper area of ​​Karazhan, Bo Laike, carrying the soul lamp, is walking towards a quiet hall.

The pirate stepped on a luxurious, well-swept 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 figure relief, there is a weird heart soaked in green liquid.

The two are very different.

If this mage tower does not have two owners with very different personalities, it can only mean that the owners of this place probably have two different personalities.

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

There are two souls living in his body.

"Could you please be quiet and show some poise of the three-thousand-year-old legendary archmage! I'm admiring a work of art, please don't disturb me?"

Bu Laike moved his eyes away from the weird purple heart, and said to the soul lamp in his hand very dissatisfied:

"Isn't it just fate, and it's not a big event that will destroy the world. Those giant dragons dare not come to Karazhan. They all know the sad fate of the adult blue dragon who came to question Medivh.

That guy's bones are still scattered everywhere throughout Deadwind Pass.

Its soul is even more miserable and cannot be freed, and it has been shaped into a monster through and through by the dark gods

Uh, since I mentioned Nightmare, don't forget to remind me to take it with me when I leave. With a bone dragon escort, my fleet will be very safe when it is still weak.

But think about it carefully, forget it, that skull dragon has a big temper, I can't mess with it now, let's talk about it next time. "

"Be serious! Laike, I'm telling you business."

Meri Dongfeng in the Soul Lamp chattered endlessly. Obviously, the old mage who lived for three thousand years knew the existence of the Bronze Dragon Legion. He was worried now, fearing that Karazhan would be rushed over by a group of enraged Bronze Dragons to tear it down in the next second.

When Medivh was not in the mage tower, Karazhan's magical barrier alone could not stop those angry dragons.

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

Bu Laike was very irritated by the old mage's inquiry. He waved and pushed the elegant vase on the exhibition stand to the ground. Amid the shattering sound of the artwork, he put the soul-inducing lamp on it.

With his arms akimbo, he said to Meili Dongfeng in a very serious tone:

"Then I'll tell you, the Bronze Dragon won't come tonight! Because theoretically, I haven't really changed Medivh's fate. He will indeed be resurrected by the guilty Lady Aegwynn.

But as a senior spellcaster, you should understand how complicated and delicate the process of the departure and return of the soul is than I am.

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 god left this tragedy .

And the soul that really belonged to Medivh was exiled outside the world.

But not this group of stars as you understand it! "

The pirate took out his dwarf pipe, squeezed out a cloud of shadow flames with his fingers, lit the tobacco, and while he was puffing, he said to the soul-inducing lamp that fell silent in front of him:

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

Maybe he has already met the arbitrator representing the "Mandate of Heaven" in Olympos, the eternal city.

Or because of the sins he committed, he was beaten into the Maw and sent to the warden Zovar.

But no matter which road he is taking now, it will not be so easy for him to return to Azeroth from the other side of the veil. The current veil is quite stable.

Even if it is an astral mage, it will take a long time to return completely! It was sixteen years after Medivh reappeared in destiny.

So, do you understand?

My friend old Merry. "

Bu Laike exhaled a puff of smoke towards the soul lamp, he said:

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

She is willing to listen to me, which is naturally better.

But I have nothing to lose if she insists on her own way.

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

What we will do tonight is just to set up a beacon for Medivh's souls traveling in the astral world to return to Azeroth.

As for whether the Beacon is an adult or a baby, it doesn't matter.

There are too many time nodes that the bronze dragons need to pay attention to, and they won't be too entangled in such details. As long as a body capable of carrying Medivh's soul is molded tonight, everything will be fine.

I plant the seeds now and reap the victories 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 exhausted, and they didn’t have the energy to return to this point in time to catch us.”

While speaking, Bu Laike 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 soul lamp:

"Look, I'm alive now, proof that I'm successful in the future."

"So, let go of your worries, my friend, there is nothing to worry about. And more than that, I want to know, do you need me to help you complete the Lich Transformation Ceremony?"

The pirate exhaled smoke and said to the soul lamp:

"The lich transformation ritual requires a lot of magic power, now that Aegwynn has given up on building a powerful body for Medivh, the saved magic power is just for you to use.

And you have been searching for three thousand years, but you still look like this, which proves that those arrogant high elves do not actually have a complete prayer for the transformation of the lich.

But that forbidden knowledge, I have!

Dear Merry, if you miss this time, if you want it next time, it will not be free. "

It was very silent in the Soul Lamp.

After several seconds, Meili Dongfeng said slowly:

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

"You needn't worry, because I'll have you pay me back soon. Well, here we are."

With a snap of his fingers, Laike crossed the corridor and entered a circular hall.

The structure of the hall in front of me is very interesting.

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

Among them, according to the unique arrangement, there are many bookshelves full of books and various exhibits.

Most are works of art.

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

The full body portrait of King Baratheon in Stormwind Kingdom, Ryan Wrynn and Medivh, and the oil painting of Marshal Lothar when he was young, etc.

This is the exhibition hall.

Used to store the favorite collection of Astral Mage Medivh.

The pirate stepped into it and threw a scout into the collection in front of him, and immediately colorful lights flashed. 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 amidst the beating of magic sparks that made the hair stand on end.

Bu Laike stood on a three-meter-high platform, but could only be located at the waist of that giant structure. This guy is more than seven meters high. You can see the destructive power of this thing by looking at its arms wrapped with magic spikes full.

"The exhibition hall is only open to visitors!"

The giant structure made a low sound, raised its arms, and threw it on the pirate's head, but Bo Laike calmly picked up the old badge hanging around his neck and shook it.

This thing was given to him by Aegwynn.

He didn't come to the exhibition hall to visit, he was sent by the lady to run errands to retrieve a precious ritual necessity.

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

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

"Welcome, come back, honorable master."

"Thanks, you big idiot."

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

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

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

Thinking about it carefully, my treasure on Treasure Island in Zandalar was handed over to Gaboya, who was naturally rebellious, to take care of it. Although there are curse nodes connected, I still feel a little worried.

That undead has gone crazy long ago, who knows what stupid things it will do?

Well, find a chance, send the curator there, and guard the treasure for yourself.

With that in mind, Bu Laike strode forward,

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

With a kind of nostalgia and curiosity, he gently stroked its smooth body. After a few seconds, Bu Laike curled his lips 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 something about inheritance?"

Meili Dongfeng was silent. After a few seconds, he sighed and said:

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

Indeed, by staff standards, it was ugly.

But its strength is enough to cover up this slight shortcoming.

do you want to take it Are you going to use it?

Cloth Laike. "

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

Atiesh Guardian's Legendary Staff

legendary quality

Paranormal Magic Enhancement. Paranormal Magic Spellcasting. Paranormal Magic Fusion. Paranormal Magic Puncture. Paranormal Magic Sense

With special effects:

1. Raven form

2. The power of Tirisfal. 【Demigod】

3. Secret footprints: open the portal to the ruins of previous guardians

Class inscription:

Guardian of Tirisfal [mythical class]

"What a powerful force, how shocking."

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.

It's like a treasure trove full of treasures, and Laike already holds the key.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

Just looking at the shining [Mythical Class], one can tell that the difficulty of using this power is absolutely beyond imagination, but apart from the power of the guardian, the staff itself is also a very powerful magic item.

Bu Laike looked at the pleasing 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 bear to fight with a chicken leg. It's too shameful. You can keep it."

"I'll find something better, something that suits me better, and knowing that it's sleeping at my feet, waiting for me to pick it up, I'll return with a reward."

(end of this chapter)