The waters of Ebb Isle are not far from the waters of the Stormwind Kingdom, and after 3 hours of running wild on the sea, Tyrion enters Long Beach in the Western Wilderness, and from there heads south to the Twilight Forest.

It is said that when the sun was shining in the beginning, even the towers of the walls of Stormwind could be seen through this forest, but during the war two years ago, the darkness that poured out from the remote and dangerous upwind path has completely covered this forest, and 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, and even the rude and savage orcs are reluctant to enter it after taking over Stormwind.

This also made the Twilight Forest a gathering place for the fugitives of Stormwind City, and the orcs did not send soldiers into the forest to capture them, so the Night Town of the Twilight Forest is probably the last area in the Stormwind Kingdom to be controlled by humans.

The forest is mysterious, and Tyrion rides a skeletal steed along the path of the forest, knowing full well that there are not only resentful spirits evoked by dark energy, but also dragons, and in the middle of the twilight forest, there is a gate to the mysterious Emerald Dream, which is guarded by the Green Dragon Legion, the caretakers of the dream.

"The green lizards have existed here long before the birth of the Storm Kingdom, and they have been guarding the dream world for thousands of centuries."

When Tyrion passed by a fork in the forest, he looked in the direction of the northeast, in the col of the forest, hidden power that mortals could not fight, he had no intention of provoking those green dragons at the moment, he just let out a simple sigh.

"Mortals always think that they are the masters of the world, but they don't know that their kingdom was built from scratch little by little under the gaze of a higher power, and maybe the orcs did not break the tranquility of this forest because they knew about the existence of the green dragon."

"Hehe, dragons are guarding life again, even though they probably don't know it themselves and don't care about it."

Tyrion pulled the reins of his horse, and the skeleton horse neighed silently, quickened its pace, and disappeared into the darkness, and when he saw the fortress-like night town in the distance, the death knight reached out, and the ghost owl standing on his shoulder let out a long howl, flapping its wings and flying into the darkness.

The silent predator flew over the town below where at least a few thousand people had gathered, and soon found a path for the Death Knight that would not alarm the guards.

Tyrion was not afraid of these humans who had taken refuge, and their lives and deaths were none of his concerns, but to enter the Upwind Trail where Karazhan was located, he had to pass through Nighttown, which was the all-important eastern gate of the Stormwind Kingdom, and where there was an army that had been formed after the darkness fell.

The Night's Watch, which was originally a militia to defend the town, after Stormwind was breached, many unwilling veterans joined it and continued to fight against the orcs, which greatly strengthened the military strength of Nightshade Town.

"Poof"

At the junction leading to the Upwind Trail, a panicked Night's Watch soldier was impaled through the chest by a longsword, and behind him, a completely destroyed watchtower, Tyrion pulled the sword out of the human's heart with a blank face, he wiped the blood of the blade from the clothes of the dead, then glanced back at the town in the night, turned over and mounted his warhorse, and under the guidance of Moonclaw, quickly disappeared into the fork in the road to the upwind path.

Less than five minutes after the Death Knight left, the bodies of the five slain Night's Watch were strangely revived, their souls had been swallowed into the abyss of Hell, and under the manipulation of the dark energy that permeated the forest, they were resurrected only in their bodies, and they would "live" as walking corpses with no intelligence and only destroying everywhere.

In this forest, there are many brainless walking corpses like this, especially in the two cemeteries in Nighttown, those large and large pieces of resurrected corpses have become the most headache for Duke Aberlock and his soldiers stationed here, and this strange power to resurrect the dead is the real danger of the existence of this twilight forest...

The mist, after entering the barren upwind path, the ubiquitous fog thickened, and Tyrion made his way through the gravel mountain road, and every time he raised his head, he could clearly see the dark tower at the end of the mountain in the thick fog, which was his destination, the mage of the astral mage Medivan, Ta-Karazan.

The Mage Tower was built hundreds of years ago by Medivan's mother, Lady Egwene, to hide from the constant pursuit of the Council of Tyris, and later became her home after Lady Egwene met the man of her life, where the Astral Mage Medivan was born, and at the time of his birth, it was still shrouded in mild sunlight.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The heavy sound of the horse's bells broke the silence of the mist, and as Tyrion got closer and closer to Karazhan, the number of strange figures hidden in the mist also increased, they were like shadows, silently appearing in the mist, and then disappearing silently, some of them still had human forms, but their eyes swelled with a vicious dark red light, and some of the tortured ones had lost their bodies, leaving only endless hatred like resentful spirits.

But they didn't dare to get close to Tyrion, the death energy surging in the Death Knight's body was so powerful, and if they approached rashly, they would instinctively be tied behind the Death Knight and become his servants.

This is the most resisting thing for the resentful spirits bound to this mist and land.

This was once part of the Stormwind Kingdom, and these resentful spirits were originally residents of the Windwind Trail, although life was hard, but under the protection of the Astral Mage, they were at least safe, but unfortunately, Medivan was controlled by the Legion Master, and after being killed by his friend Lothar, his apprentice Khadgar, and his friend Garona, his terrifying power exploded, destroying all life in the Windwind Trail in an instant.

To this day, the dark energy that erupted when Medivan was dying has not dissipated, and the changes in the Twilight Forest are the victims of this dark power.

"A bunch of poor worms."

Tyrion didn't care about the wraiths hiding in the mist, though they looked at him with hatred and malice, and at the hiss of the ghostly owl moontalon, they didn't dare to stop it, but could only follow him.

"They hate Medivan so much, but they don't dare to leave the headwind path, only here are they free, maybe they also know what awaits them in the abyss of hell..."

As he stepped into the ground near Karazhan, the Death Knight looked back at his back, the thick fog had begun to dissipate, and it was clear that the low-level wraiths were afraid to approach the place.

Even after death, they still fear the dark majesty of Medivan.

However, when Tyrion entered the village at Karazan's feet, his expression became strange, in the memory of the game, there should be a group of more powerful resentful spirits here, but in front of him, although the village has been completely destroyed, leaving only a ruined wall, in front of the majestic and dark mage tower, there is a scene of "crowds".

Like a lively bazaar, in front of the entrance to the Karazhan Mage Tower, there are already many people gathered, they are talking to each other, some are still dancing, and some small merchants are shouting for their wares, which looks alive, but combined with the ruined and dark ruins around it, this scene looks so weird.

"Ah, Elven Knight!"

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

"War horses are good, are you also here for Mr. Medivan's banquet?"

"Huh?"

Tyrion's eyes blinked, he glanced at the noisy "crowd" in front of him, he coughed lightly, and put his gaze back on the guy in front of him, he looked like a little nobleman, a little down, dressed in shabby but decent clothes, but his figure was illusory, barely maintaining his human form, obviously, this was also a ghost... But not the wraiths that have lost consciousness.

"They're all here to attend... Banquet? ”

Tyrion asked in a low voice, and the little nobleman put the empty bottle in his hand to his mouth, then burped, looked back at the "crowd" behind him, and said very dissatisfied:

"Of course! To be able to attend Mr. Medivan's banquet, but to be a symbol of the high society of the Stormwind Kingdom, look at the old nobleman on horseback, it was Count Jonas, and his beautiful lady, who was once my lover, and the old dog snatched love with a sword... Forget it, let's not talk about it, standing next to the old dog is the Duchess of Aberlock, and the lord and wife here, they are all nobles at the top, although I was also invited, but I don't belong to that circle, this is an opportunity..."

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

"Maybe I'll be able to get into high society because of this..."

"Interesting."

Tyrion carefully observed the eyes and consciousness of the little aristocratic ghost in front of him, his soul was very complete, almost mutilated, only lost his body, and his soul had no trace of being polluted by darkness, as if it was forcibly bound in the consciousness of the living by some force.

You see, he even drinks! Although the bottle had long since dried up...

Tyrion dismounted and threw the reins of the skeletal steed to the little nobleman:

"It's yours! You love it, don't you? ”

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

"With it, maybe I'll be able to attract the eyes of those lovely aristocratic ladies... What do you want from me? ”

The little nobleman turned his head to look at Tyrion, who moved his finger and whispered:

"I want your invitation... Since you're here for a banquet, how can you do without an invitation? ”

A moment later, Tyrion with the invitation in hand blended in with the ghosts in front of him, he was a rare High Elf, and quickly attracted the attention of the nobles, and under Tyrion's conscious guidance, he quickly became one with the ghosts nobles.

It wasn't for nothing, and in the chat with them, Tyrion quickly learned something.

First of all, the memories of these ghosts are fixed 3 years ago, the moment Mediven died, they don't know that the Kingdom of Stormwind has fallen, and they don't know that their home has been destroyed.

Secondly, whenever Tyrion mentions the war in the outside world, these ghosts appear to be very disinterested, and all their attention seems to be focused on the upcoming Astral Mage's banquet.

In the end, every soul gathered here is extremely whole, full of energy, with its own wisdom and thinking, and there is no tendency to resentment at all.

The Death Knight looked back, and the little noble soul on the skeleton horse had hooked up with two boring noble ladies, who were leading the horse and carrying two yelling noble ladies, walking towards the ruined inn, apparently, with some evil intentions.

Tyrion had never seen such active ghosts, and from them, Tyrion saw a new possibility for the necromancy... There is a force that shelters them, influences them, helps them escape the emptiness and torment of death.

And the answer to all this is buried in the mage tower in front of him, and the death knight is a little eager to try it.

He probably didn't even feel it himself, but after approaching this mage tower, his calm, almost cold soul also became active.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

With the sound of chains and mechanisms, the door of the mage tower in front of him slowly opened, this scene made the chatter of the nobles quickly quieted down, the next moment, a butler dressed in a gorgeous steward's robe, with Medivan's raven insignia pinned to his chest, but his whole body was completely rotten, walked out with solemn steps, his eyes danced with blue flames, glanced at the guests in front of him who had been waiting for a long time, he coughed lightly, and said in the hoarse voice of the undead:

"Welcome, Mr. Medivan is not feeling well, so I will bring you into Karazan, the grand banquet has been prepared, and we have invited the most famous opera company of the Stormwind Kingdom to perform for you... Now, please come with me. ”

With a hint of reserve, the nobles followed the butler and walked into the mage tower, where Tyrion was mixed in, but the moment he stepped into the door, a dark figure blocked in front of him, and the undead butler, who was still very calm just now, 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 warhorses, and amid the screams of the nobles, a knight in black heavy armor rushed out of the stable on the other side, wielding a long sword in his hand, and a few undead cavalry, blocking Tyrion's eyes.

"This uninvited guest... Please leave! You don't belong here! ”

"You are not welcome at the banquet of the dead!"