"The orcs are burning and looting, and it looks like they're going to make trouble until dawn."

At the edge of Alterac City, the Death Knights gather to report to the new boss on the battlefield, and Glokush stands in the snowy night with his arms crossed, staring at the city burning behind him, the flames, the blood, the destruction, the death, these things that no longer move him, both in life and after death, he has been dealing with these things.

"Then let them go, the soldiers stationed in this city have been routed, and there is nothing more to stop these orcs."

Probably the increasing flames disgusted the Death Knight, who took a few steps back and said in a deep voice:

"There is no hope for this city, this country, and the real battle will follow, Dalaran!"

"Ahem"

The familiar cough interrupted Glokush's words, the black hand was silent for a moment, he waved his hand, and the death knights who followed him obediently dispersed, blending into the dark night behind him. The Bloodseekers' Death Knights are reluctant to touch the secrets of the new boss, especially when the ruthless Tyrion stands behind Grockush, and the best way for them to do things is to clamp their tails and be human.

No one wants to live so aggrieved, but the problem is that, thanks to the "good reputation" left by the Blood Demon, in the two worlds now, except for the Knights of the Darkblade, these untrustworthy people who have repeatedly betrayed the leader have nowhere to go.

Glokush walked into the dark night cedar forest, and in the center of the shadowy forest, a floating shadow hovered above the snow, and it was the mysterious Davar. Lord Presto, of course, this time it was just a magical illusion.

He was still dressed as an impeccable human nobleman, and his flaming eyes looked at Glokush in front of him with a hint of meaning, and after a moment, Lord Davar bowed slightly:

"You're doing a good job with your orc accomplices, Death Knight, I've pretty much agreed on your abilities, it's pretty good for the ants to do this, it stands to reason that your experience of serving me should end here, but unfortunately, I just heard about your next target... The City of Mages, Dalaran, right? ”

Grokush didn't speak, he nodded, and then stared at the magic clone in front of him, waiting for him to speak, Lord Presto stretched out his hand, rubbing the perfect mustache on his chin, and after a moment, he whispered:

"Although Dalaran has recently been repairing the city defenses that were narrowly breached by the tribe a few months ago, even if you look at it in the most optimistic way, with the combat power shown by you ants, you will have to lose at least a third of your men before you can enter that mage city... Obviously, you need help. ”

Grokush's eyes blinked, and he asked rhetorically:

"So, at what cost?"

"Hahaha, look what I found! A deceased who is wiser than most living people is truly delightful. ”

Lord Davar laughed heartily, and after a moment, his expression became gloomy again:

"Of course, I can help you and create an extremely good opportunity for you, but like you said, it is not without a price, first of all, I want you to destroy the order maintained by those pesky mages! Set fires, kill, loot, whatever you want! ”

"Secondly, when I left Dalaran, I had an important shipment to transport to Draenor, and I would take the time to inspect your world, so don't try to deceive me."

The Death Knight thought for a moment, thinking of Tyrion's advice, and nodded decisively:

"Good to work with, Mr. Daval."

"Cherish this opportunity, I rarely trust a group of inferior creatures so much."

The haughty Lord Davar waved his black cloak, and the magic clone disappeared into the cold air in the form of dancing flames, and the Death Knight stayed where he was for several minutes, but in the end, he couldn't think of the purpose of the mysterious guy in front of him, which was normal, Glokush was not a warrior known for his wisdom in life or after death.

But this did not prevent him from making a decision, and the current cooperation between the two sides was beneficial to the Knights of the Dark Blade.

And at the same time that Alterac City was blazing, a brutal battle was going on in the deepest part of the inaccessible headwind trail in the southern part of the continent.

Around the towering black mage Takarazan towering into the clouds, the souls that the astral mages were struggling to maintain, and the ghosts who were still indulging in the scenery of the past, were drawn into a sudden war without warning.

In their lifetimes, these spirits were just human nobles who often came to the Mage Tower for banquets, they were not good at fighting, and even hated the fear of war, and with this temperament, even after death, they would not become powerful necromantic warriors.

The hundreds of orc warriors who followed Naozu wielded their weapons, and the shaman's tongue of fire totem was stuck in the ground, drawing on the power of the elements, blessing the warriors with a touch of magical flame, allowing them to harm these pure soul bodies.

"Help! Help me! Open the door! ”

Duchess Aberlock, the richly dressed female ghost, trembled in fear as she watched the chaos around her, and collapsed in front of Karazhan's door, frantically tapping on the deadbolt.

Behind her, the ghosts whose memories had been blocked scattered and fled to the roar of the orcs, and Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan, rode on his own wolf, occasionally throwing the flaming spear in his hand, piercing one struggling soul after another, dragging them back to himself, while the Great Shaman Naozu, who stood beside him, examined the strange spirits from the edge of the chaotic battlefield in a researcher's manner.

A little aristocratic ghost riding on a skeleton war horse looked at the old orc beside him tremblingly, and he said with difficulty:

"Please don't hurt us, I can take you to the back door of this mage tower, where is the exit of the servants, there is no blocking your door, stop this cruel killing, we have no grievances, I beg you."

Faced with this request, Nao Zu raised his head and patted the soul dust in his hand, he took his Thousand Souls Staff from the warrior next to him, and with a light touch on the ground, those shaman-blessed elemental flames disappeared on the orc's blades in an instant, so that the orcs could no longer hurt these defenseless human ghosts.

After stopping the war, the old shaman looked at the little nobleman in front of him, and he whispered:

"The illusory life given by Medivan is bright and beautiful, but it also traps all the cowardly, according to the tradition of the orcs, the dead should return to the land of their ancestors, what you need is not to cherish this meaningless illusion, what you need is complete liberation."

Faced with this statement, the little aristocratic ghost riding on the skeleton war horse smiled with difficulty, and reached out to wipe the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, he grabbed the reins of the horse, and said with some fear:

"More than 2 months ago, another visitor came here, he gave me a horse, and also gave me a chance to get out of here, in the occasional empty time, I would ride a horse on the road of the upwind trail, once I accidentally met the soldiers from Night Town, from their mouths, I learned the truth... We're dead, we've been dead for years, and the outside world has been turned upside down. ”

Speaking of this, the little nobleman raised his head and looked at Naozu seriously:

"We don't fit in with the outside world, we've been abandoned by the world of the living, and I'm probably the only one here who knows the truth about cruelty, but I didn't choose to tell them."

"Honorable Shaman, even after death, I think we have the right to choose compared to other ghosts, some people continue to move forward with the passage of time, but there are also people who choose to stay in the best memories, what you say may be the truth, but for us dead ghosts who escape reality, truth and logic may not matter."

This speech was very sincere, and Nao Zu, who had served the spirit of the ancestors all the year round, also understood the meaning of the ghost in front of him, and after a while, he waved his staff, and the orcs of the Thunder King clan withdrew their weapons and stood behind the big chief, Nao Zu looked at the ghost in front of him, and he whispered:

"You have been bitten by vain vipers, and you have long been buried in the river of immortality and drunk and drunk, and your thirst cannot be suppressed, but illusion is illusion, and sooner or later... There is a price to pay for cheating death, sir, but it has nothing to do with us! Now, take us to the thralls entrance you said! ”

The old shaman raised his head and looked at the dead silence of the black mage tower, and an obscure glint flashed in his eyes:

"Since the owner of this place is unwilling to open the door of welcome, the anxious guests can only rude in."

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"These damn orcs!"

Neras. Eran stood on Karazhan's balcony, looking at the chaotic battlefield below, the ghost archmage clenched the staff in his hand, and beside him, was a soldier in shabby armor, although he no longer had the power to scold Fang Xuan, but it was easy to see his face by the balcony light, this was the Alliance Marshal who escaped the doom of death-Anduin. Lothar.

Lothar obviously knew more about orcs than Archmage Elan, and he looked at the battlefield below with a telescope, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Mage Elan, didn't you say that Karazan has strict magical surveillance at the entrance to the Headwind Trail? Why were the orcs able to invade here? ”

"It's those shamans!"

Elan replied a little irritablely:

"Those elements of the shaman calling this place, after dismantling the surveillance, rushed into the area controlled by Karazhan at great speed, they have the means to deal with the necromancy, those ghost fog failed to stop them, Karazan's defensive barrier is also useless in front of the old orc, obviously, they are prepared!"

"Can you transfer?"

Lotamo scratched his fingers and asked, "I've heard Medivan say that some areas on the upper level of this mage tower can be transferred to the void in times of crisis, and neither Master Merry nor Lady Egwene are here, if we can, we need to avoid this battle!" ”

"No way!"

Neras. Elan tugged down at his mage cap, and he said in a deep voice:

"The shaman called the elements to block the space around Karazan, although in terms of teleportation skills, these nature worship spellcasters are not as good as traditional mages, but their fit with the elements, in this kind of blockade and defense occasion, is incomparable to the mages, if Medivan and Egwen are still there, I can still risk breaking through and transferring, but now... Hardly possible. ”

"I've asked Moros to summon all the ghosts in this tower that can still fight, but we can't be sure in the face of the menacing orcs."

Lothar put down his telescope, he straightened his armor, drew his sword and shield with his backhand, waved his weapon, and said in a deep voice:

"So, I'll join the fight too!"

"You can't!"

Elan turned to Lothar and said, "You occupy a very important position in Medivan's future plans, and we didn't let you go to the orcs to save you from the battlefield!" ”

Lothar tried to say something, but was stopped by Elan.

"Listen to me, Anduin, I watched you grow up, I know how brave you are, but now, I need you to use your courage wisely, Artumon has prepared a war horse for you, and the ghosts of Karazan and I will buy you time to leave and go to Stormwind!"

"But, those Time Keepers..."

Lothar has been in Karazhan for nearly 2 months, he is not ignorant, a guy like him who has escaped his fate has been targeted by the bronze dragons, and once he leaves Karazhin, he will be captured by the bronze dragons immediately, and it is difficult to say how it will end.

"The bronze dragon guarding this timeline is missing!"

Elan whispered, "She's been replaced by Tyrion. Dawnblade has attracted all the attention, there has been no sign of her activity at all for the past 2 months, this is our chance, although these weird orcs may not be coming for you, but we can't risk it, go ahead, go to Stormwind, wait until everything is quiet, and then come back. ”

In the broken hall of Karazhin's lower level, between the collapsed pillars and stone ruins, the butler Moros changed into a suit of bright red leather armor and two sharp daggers pinned to his waist, and before his eyes, the ghosts of Karazhan gathered in the hall, listening to the butler's speech.

There's Karazhan's best hunter leader, Atumen, the opera's most combat-savvy actors, giant guard golems that have been activated urgently, and skeleton mages with flames burning in their eye sockets.

"The enemy is closing in on Karazan, and the master needs us to take up arms and defend our home!"

Moros shouted in a deep voice:

"Before we fall, the intruder will not want to approach the secret of his master! It is our honor to die for Karazhan! ”

As soon as the loyal butler's voice fell, the constricted wooden door behind him was kicked open in a burst manner, and between the sawdust, a tall and slender figure with a group of gloomy death knights strode into the ruins, carrying a war hammer embellished with shards of hedrons, wearing heavy and hideous armor, and even the blue tail was covered with an inverted triangle, like a sharp cone-like steel protection.

Like a fierce beast of steel.

A cold gaze swept over the rabble in front of him, and the intruder pressed his hammer against the ground with a heavy thud.

"Listen, rats are whispering in the dark, plotting against their predators! But it's a pity..."

"Irel is here! Business! ”