Chapter 104 Orcs Have the Word 'Courage' On Their Chests?

The unknown demon energy has slight fluctuations, and the slight difference in length between the peaks and troughs is simply beyond the grasp of human beings.

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

This can definitely trouble 99.99% of mages in the world, but it can't trouble Duke. Because Duke has system sprites. This kind of unchanging question and answer every 5 minutes, although it has extremely complicated fluctuations, this fluctuation is invariable.

When the system elf repeatedly assured Duke that he could imitate it perfectly, Duke smiled at Lothar.

"I used a mage-like trick to hide Medivh for a while. I don't think he will find out, no matter how many of his minions we kill, until we get close enough to him."

Lothar's eyes lit up when he heard it.

If he can get close to Medivh, maybe he still has a chance. What is he most afraid of? Overwhelmed by endless demons before seeing Medivh.

He and his people are strong.

No matter how strong you are, you are still human. As long as you are human, you will get tired and make mistakes easily. It can be said that the longer the battle lasts, the worse it will be for them.

The appearance of Duke directly reversed this point.

"Okay, come with me." Duke waved.

"No, let's go together." Lothar held 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 usually held.

"This is……"

"It's an ancestral thing. But it should be very useful." Lothar said lightly.

Duke opened his mouth wide. If he could barely control himself, he would probably scream out.

Who were Lothar's ancestors? Former Lord of the Seven Kingdoms—Emperor Thoradin!

The ancestral sword? Isn't that the Emperor's Sword?

Seeming to see through Duke's astonishment, Lothar said lightly: "It's not as mysterious as you think. But this sword will indeed irritate the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom when it is usually taken out."

Duke didn't dare to ask further questions, and it would be Lothar's black history if he continued to ask. In fact, Duke also couldn't figure out that the bloodline of Emperor Thoradin, who is a majestic horse, would come to serve as subordinates of the Wrynn family.

Duke took Lothar and his party into Karazhan.

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

In every sense, this is inevitable.

In the ancient times, an unknown explosion occurred in the southern section of the Red Ridge Mountains, forming a crater, which is now known as the Headwind Trail. The time and space in the middle of the crater were voided and folded, becoming a space-time node in the universe. Connected to many other worlds and the Twisting Nether.

Countless years later, the astral mage Medivh was attracted by the space-time characteristics of this place. In order to study here for a long time, he built a tower in the center of the node and settled down. This is today's Tower of Karazhan. King Ryan of the Stormwind Kingdom granted this land to Medivh and awarded him the title of 'Master of Karazhan'.

After incorporating the power emanating from Medivh, the guardian of Azeroth, the tower of Karazhan gradually merged with the node of time and space, and the tower itself became a part of this special time and space. This folded and distorted space-time is also the cause of the illusion of Karazhan. The illusion of Karazhan is not an illusion or a ghost, but a fragment of reality, past and future, involved in the chaotic time and space, and appears in a place that should not appear.

Therefore, in Karazhan, there will be many, many unreasonable places.

For example, everything you see now is a book. All kinds of books, not only magic books, but also a large number of humanities, geography, and history books.

But these are visual artefacts.

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

"Mathematics book?" Lothar was puzzled.

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

If it wasn't for the system wizard's scan, he would have thought it was just an ordinary book. After the system scanned it, it was discovered that most of the ground here is actually an illusion. If you take a wrong step, you may be able to return to the earth if you are lucky. Bad luck... Uh, what happened to that mutilated corpse of unknown race over there, half of its body was cut away in an arc shape.

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

Although a group of big men wearing armor and jumping around with long swords is a bit ridiculous, but this terrible situation is really hard to laugh at. The only luck is that none of the people who came in seemed to be left behind.

Then, when Duke led the way through a phantom of a bookshelf, Duke's face changed slightly.

He saw a downward ramp. Below the ramp, there is a faint smell of sulfur.

"What? Did you think of anything?"

"Sartre! And a Sartre who can recruit little devils, uh, little devils." Duke almost blurted out, wanting to reveal the name of Tristan Evilhoof.

As a very powerful earth mage, Duke knows where his limits are. Although his spellcasting ability has surpassed many sky mages, he is still an earth mage in essence.

He didn't know how many levels he considered compared to the original game. All he knew was that Karazhan was not a good place for newcomers to play.

In a sense, he ran to Karazhan beyond who knows how many levels.

If it's just the players before time travel messing around like this, it's really a big deal. However, when the player fights here, only the player himself, Duke brought three heroes and more than two hundred elite fighters to 'reclaim wasteland'. This feeling made Duke feel very inconsistent.

If the opponent this time wasn't Medivh, it would be a typical thigh hug! And it was Lothar's perfect golden thigh.

"Is there anything I should pay attention to?" Lothar asked softly.

"Uh, it's best not to turn it into a protracted battle. Because this kind of summoned Sartre can easily create an army if he is given enough time."

"Okay, I'll go first!" It wasn't Lothar who spoke, but Garona!

At that moment, Duke almost had a heart attack from fright. Because he saw Garona, a half-orc with a straight line of thinking in his brain, rushing directly into the secret room where the evil hooves were located like lightning.

"Keep up!" Not only Duke, but Lothar was also dumbfounded. He had known that most of the orcs had the word 'courage' engraved on their chests, but he never thought that even a human and feminine half-orc like Garona could be so fierce.

Almost running, he followed Garona into the room filled with dim red light, and even the floor had complicated scarlet magic circles.