Ten minutes later, Tyrion sat in the ornate ballroom, he looked left and right, the corners of the hall were covered with spider silk, and there were some conspicuous white bones, but the rest of the room was clean.

The ghosts of the nobles sat at the tables, and to the sound of soft music, some of the young nobles danced in the hall on the other side, while the old nobles sat in the banquet hall and chatted, and the servants brought hot tea and wine to and fro, and some of the food-loving fellows were savoring the delicious food.

From time to time, laughter rang out in the crowd, and there was the sound of cheers for the graceful dance of some nobleman, and in the opera hall, noble ladies and ladies sat on benches, somewhat anxiously waiting for the magnificent opera to begin.

All of this made the candle-strewn hall look very vibrant, and Tyrion suddenly returned to the aristocratic banquet of Silvermoon City, like the world of the living.

But there was one thing that kept him calm and didn't fall into painful memories, and that was all the people sitting around him, all the people in this tower... It's all ghosts.

This is a ghost banquet, which can be called the night walk of a hundred ghosts, the kind that can definitely scare ordinary people to death.

Tyrion soon got into trouble.

His beautiful face and elven grace have attracted many noble ladies to surround him, and the most noble Duchess of Eberlock, with a strange enthusiasm, invites Tyrion to the rooftop to "chat", this enthusiasm makes the Death Knight feel a long-lost embarrassment.

Just as he was torn between a whim, Madison's loyal butler, Moros, appeared and "rescued" Tyrion from the spectre ladies like a savior.

"Your master's guest, please come with me."

The butler, whose body had begun to decay, did not emit any corpse stench, but on the contrary, there was a hint of perfume often used by human nobles, which made the death knight, who was slowly recovering his emotions, feel curious.

And this curious gaze could not hide the extraordinary butler in front of him, and when he passed by a flight of stairs, Moros turned his head, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his blue eyes, he looked at Tyrion, and said coldly:

"There are many ways to ensure the immortality of the body, and in the master's library, there are hundreds of ways to make embalming liquid, and if you are really curious, you can go there and have a look after the meeting."

"Uh... Sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

Embarrassed, the Death Knight muttered an apology, but soon, he took advantage of the topic to ask about something else:

"Mr. Butler, it seems that you clearly know that you are dead, so why don't they know? What's going on with this banquet? ”

"It's a ritual!"

Moros carried a lantern and walked into the upper level of the mage tower with Tyrion, the mage towers of the mages are blessed with space magic, and the space inside is far beyond the lone tower seen outside, as far as Medivan's mage tower is concerned, the area inside is at least the size of a city, and it can even be comparable to Stormwind City.

The flickering light illuminated the dark staircase in front of him, for Tyrion was holding a letter written by Medivan himself, and was a true guest of Medivan, so the undead butler did not hide his question, and he whispered:

"This is the master's attempt to redeem these poor people who died because of him after his death, they were the worldly friends of the master used to entertain loneliness, and brought a lot of pleasure to the once miserable master, so after their death, the master sheltered their souls through Karazan's special magic circle, so that they could live forever in their own world."

The butler paused and whispered:

"It is the merciful gift of the master to keep them away from the loneliness and coldness of death, and let them live in the happiest days."

"As for me?"

There was a hint of hatred in Moros's voice that was familiar to Tyrion and belonged to the dead:

"I don't need to be happy! Although the merciful master tried to give me relief, I don't need it! ”

"I have seen with my own eyes how those three traitors shamelessly assassinated their masters, I will not feel any joy until they die, I will guard this mage tower for my master, I know that those traitors will come back sooner or later, and when they return, I will pierce their hearts with my own hands! That shameless betrayal! Fate has revealed it all! ”

Tyrion knew that Moros was talking about Anduin. Lothar, Khadgar, and Garona, all of whom were friends with Medivan and one of the closest to the Astral Mage, killed Medivan, and although it was seen as justice and peace, it was meaningless to the loyal Moros, who was the real undead in this tower, the dead who were resurrected for obsession like Tyrion.

Tyrion nodded, and he followed Moros into the collection hall, looking at the carefully wiped treasures in the darkness, the Death Knight asked nonchalantly:

"Is Mr. Medivan's soul still here?"

"The host never left!"

Moros let out a sneer, and he whispered, "Those traitors don't know the greatness of their master, they think they can easily kill an astral mage?" Hmph, stupid! If it weren't for the fact that the master was freed from the darkness and ordered us to let them go, those traitors would have deserved to be buried here after all the unforgivable evil they have done! ”

"Click"

Moros stopped abruptly, and before his and Tyrion saw an awe-inspiring library, where space twisted in strange ways, layered in front of the Death Knight's eyes, each area suspended in the sky or on the earth, filled with bookshelves made of mahogany, and piled high with books.

This made the Death Knight's eyes widen, although he had visited Karazan's library more than once in the game, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he would still be shocked by the incredible amount of books, there are at least hundreds of thousands of books placed here, and almost all the books in this world can be found here Replicas or originals, which is the essence of the Astral Mage.

is the true wealth of a mage.

"Grandiose, right?"

Seeing the shock in Tyrion's eyes, Moros, as a butler, also felt a sense of pride, he looked at the library in front of him, and he whispered, "This is the temple of knowledge that the two old masters and their masters have built all their lives, and this is the holy place that every mage in Azeroth aspires to have!" Even Kenrito's arrogant fools covet their master's true wealth... But they'll never want to get it! ”

"They don't deserve it!"

The old butler let out a cold snort, and he shoved the magic lantern in his hand into Tyrion's hand:

"The old master is waiting for you in front, go! You are free to browse through all the knowledge here, but remember not to damage the books, the owner doesn't like fools who treat knowledge roughly! ”

With that, Morros's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness, and he had to go to receive those guests, and tonight the opera house was performing the famous opera "Romeo and Juliet", which was Mr. Moros's favorite play, and he did not want to miss it.

The Death Knight hung the lantern on the wall, he didn't need it to see in the dark, he stepped into the magnificent magical library in front of him, walked back and forth among the books that smelled of ink, and soon he found the knowledge that Moros said was important to the dead, guided by clear signs.

"Binding, Protecting and Restoring: On the 37 Ways to Make the Perfect Shroud"

What the Dead Should Learn: Types and Origins of Embalming Fluids

Branches of the Flesh Curse: A Study of Vampirism

Don't Let Death Take Your Will: An Introduction to Necromantic Meditation

Holding a large pile of books, Tyrion suddenly returned to the days when he stayed up late in another world and studied hard, but as he turned the bookshelves full of books, he was surprised to see a gentle light and a figure sitting in an elaborate velvet chair, studying a magic book.

It was a ghost in a robe, and just by the fluctuations in his mana, it was a powerful mage, definitely no weaker than Khadgar, whom Tyrion had seen once.

"Huh?"

The rattle of Tyrion's armor disturbed the ghost's interest, and he put down his book, raised his head, and looked at the Death Knight in front of him with the indifferent gaze characteristic of a mage, and after a moment, he whispered:

"Interesting, a kind of undead knight I haven't seen before, fighting with cold death energy, has the necromantic spell in the outside world developed to this extent?"

As he observed Tyrion, the Death Knight was watching him, the ghost looked old, with a long white beard, and his face could still tell how handsome it had been, full of confidence and determination, with a raven emblem pinned to his chest and a pointed mage hat on his table, and Tyrion could tell who it was from his age...

Medivin was nearly 50 years old when he was killed, and due to the huge magical existence of Sargeras and himself in his soul, it was impossible for him to be so old, so this ghost mage could only have one identity... The strongest mage hunter of the former Tiriss Law Council, the husband of Lady Egwene, and the royal archmage of Stormwind, Medivan. Elam's father.

Neras. Elan, the old owner of this mage tower.

According to Tyrion's memory, this powerful mage died 45 years before the Dark Gate opened, when 14-year-old Medivan fell into a strange coma due to the awakening of Sargeras in his soul, and he died in the storm of magic that tore everything apart to protect his son.

"My wife and my son think you can help us..."

Neras stood up, picked up his staff, and put on his mage hat, and looked at Tyrion in front of him, a hint of doubt in his eyes:

"But can you? Weak knights. ”

Tyrion chose to remain silent on this question, and after a few moments, Neras beckoned to him, and the book in Tyrion's hand was magically extracted and placed on the desk, and the old mage whispered:

"You can learn the knowledge at any time, come with me now, and go meet my family first."

The light of teleportation rose from the ghost and Tyrion's feet, and the next moment, in the shattered spatial halo, Tyrion appeared in a secret room, and when he looked up, he could see the starry sky shining overhead, the stars were so close that the Death Knight wondered if it was not the land of Azeroth under his feet.

"You're finally here, Tyrion. Dawnblade. ”

A hoarse voice sounded behind him, and the Death Knight turned his head and saw an illusory shadow, the figure was dressed in a dark red robe with mysterious runes carved into it, his shoulders were adorned with crow's wings, and under the hood, a face in his thirties, black eyes, and a black beard.

The shadow looked obscure and mysterious, but his eyes shone brightly, as if he had seen the secrets of the world, even if it was just a shadow, and the aura that wrapped around it made Tyrion feel the stagnation of power.

This is the Astral Mage Medivan. Elan, the titular last guardian of Azeroth.

Behind him, stood Nelas. Elan, as well as a lady in a yellow hood and holding a staff, her cheeks are no longer young, and after transmitting all the magic to her son, the mighty mage has no doubt about mortals.

At the edge of the hood were two strands of long white hair, and her eyes were blue, which represented her talent for magic, but there was only deep sadness and exhaustion in those eyes.

Magna. Egwen, a human mage who has lived for nearly a thousand years, has lost her powers, lost her husband, and lost her son, fate has been so cruel to her, and now she is alone, and she has nothing left.

This is Medivan's family, a victim of fragmentation under the power of the Dark Titans.

But Tyrion was more concerned about the figure standing farther away, he was an undead, the Death Knight could easily feel it, and under the white hood, Tyrion saw...

A face that belongs to the High Elves.