Unknown demonic energy, with slight fluctuations, slight lengths between crests and troughs, is simply beyond the reach of humans.

And it's an Ereda language, commonly known as the Devil's Language.

This can definitely stump 99.99% of the mages in the world, but it can't stump Duke. Because Duke has a system sprite. This kind of question and answer every 5 minutes, despite the extremely complex fluctuations, is immutable.

When the System Genie repeatedly assures Duke that he can imitate it perfectly, Duke smiles at Lothar.

"I use a little trick that a mage can hide from Medivan for a while. I don't think he will find out until we get close enough to Medivan, no matter how many of his men we take out. ”

Lothar's eyes lit up when she heard this.

If he could get close to Medivan, maybe he would still have a chance, but what was he most afraid of? He was overwhelmed by endless demons before he saw Medivan.

He and his people are strong.

No matter how strong you are, you are still human. As long as you are human, you will be tired and easy to make mistakes. It can be said that the longer the battle drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for them.

The appearance of Duke directly reversed this.

"Okay, follow me. Duke beckoned.

"No, let's go together. "Lothar holds a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right.

Duke suddenly noticed that Lothar's sword seemed to be fundamentally different from the one he was usually holding.

"It's ......"

"Ancestral stuff. But it should work pretty well. Lothar said it lightly.

Duke's mouth was wide open, and if he hadn't managed to control himself, he would have screamed.

Who are the ancestors of Lothar?

Isn't that the sword of the emperor?

As if to see through Duke's surprise, Lothar said lightly: "It's not as mysterious as you think." However, this sword usually takes it out, and it does irritate the nobles of the Storm Kingdom. ”

Duke didn't dare to ask, and if he continued to ask, it would be the black history of Lothar. In fact, Duke also didn't understand that the bloodline of Emperor Soladin would come to the Urion family as a subordinate.

Duke took Lothar and his party into Karazhan.

Almost as soon as he stepped through the back door, Duke realized something was wrong. It was a sense of confusion in which the whole time and space were reversed.

This is also inevitable in every sense of the word.

In the primeval era, an unexplained explosion occurred in the southern section of the Red Ridge Mountains, forming a crater, which is now known as the Windward Trail, and the space-time in the middle of the crater was blurred and folded, becoming a space-time node in the universe, connecting many other worlds and the warped void.

Countless years later, the astral mage Medivan was attracted to the space-time nature of this place, and in order to study it for a long time, he built a tower in the center of the node and settled there, which is now the Tower of Karazhan. King Ryan of the Stormwind Kingdom gave the land to Medivan, giving him the title of 'Master of Karazan'.

Infused with the power of Medivan, the guardian of Azeroth, the Tower of Karazan gradually merged with the Spacetime Node, and the Tower itself became a part of this special plane. This folded and distorted space-time is also the cause of Karazhan's vision, which is not an illusion or a ghost, but a fragment of reality, past and future, caught up in a chaotic time and space, appearing in a place where it should not be.

So, in Karazan, there will be many, many things that are not reasonable.

For example, all you can see now are books. All kinds of books, not only magic books, but also a large number of humanities, geography, and history books.

But these are all visual illusions.

"Listen, follow me, step on the math book. ”

"Math books?" Lothar puzzled.

"If you don't want to fly to another planet in the next moment, just follow me. Duke carefully jumped on the scattered 'books'.

If it weren't for the scanning of the system wizard, he would have thought it was just an ordinary book. When the system scanned it, it was discovered that most of the ground here is an illusion, as long as you take a wrong step, you may be lucky enough to return to Earth. Bad luck...... Well, that mutilated corpse of an unknown race over there was the end, and half of its body was cut away in an arc.

A group of guys followed Duke, with a small jump on the left and a big jump on the right, jumping for several minutes before leaving the area.

Although it was a bit ridiculous for a group of big men to jump around in armor and with long swords, it was really hard to laugh at this terrible situation, and the only thing that was fortunate was that it seemed that no one who came in was left behind.

Then, Duke's face changed slightly as he led the way through the apparition of a bookshelf.

He saw a downward ramp. Below the ramp, the smell of sulfur wafted faintly.

"What?

"Sartre! And it's Sartre who can recruit little ghosts, uh, little devils. Duke almost burst out of his mouth to blow Tristan's name out of the Evil Hoof.

As a powerful earth mage, Duke knew where his limits were. Although his spell-casting ability has surpassed that of many Sky Mages, he is still essentially an Earth Mage.

He didn't know how many levels he counted for the original game. All he knew was that Karazan wasn't a good place to go.

In a sense, he crossed an unknown number of levels to fight Karazhan.

If it's a simple pre-time player messing around like this, it's really a big death. However, when the player fights here, it is only the player himself, and Duke comes with three heroes and more than 200 elite warriors to 'open up the wasteland'. This feeling made Duke feel very disagreeable.

If the opponent this time is not Medivan, it is really a typical thigh-hugging! and it is the perfect golden thigh of Lothar.

"Is there anything to keep an eye on?" asked Lothar softly.

"Well, it's better not to turn into a protracted war. Because of this summoning Sartre, he can easily make a legion if he is given enough time. ”

"Alright, I'll go first!" it wasn't Lothar who spoke, but Garona!

At that moment, Duke was almost scared out of the heart attack. Because he saw that Garona, a half-orc whose brain had all thought patterns in a straight line, actually rushed directly into the secret room where the evil hoof was.

"Keep up!" Not only Duke, but Lothar was dumbfounded. He knew that most orcs had the word 'brave' engraved on their chests, so he never thought that even a human-feminine orc like Garona would be so fierce.

He almost ran and followed Garona into the room filled with dim red light and an intricate array of scarlet magic even on the floor.