Chapter 106 9. The Shadow of Medivh

Ten minutes later, Tyrion sat in the gorgeous banquet hall. He looked left and right. The corners of the hall were covered with spider webs and some conspicuous bones, but other places were cleaned very clean.

The ghosts of the nobles sat at the table, and in the soft music, some young nobles danced in the hall on the other side, while the old nobles sat and chatted in the banquet hall, and the servants went back and forth Serve them hot tea and wine, and some guys who like food are savoring and cooking delicious food.

Laughter resounded in the crowd from time to time, as well as the sound of cheers because of a certain nobleman's elegant dancing posture. In the opera hall, noble ladies and ladies sat on benches, anxiously waiting for the gorgeous opera that was about to begin.

All of this made the hall full of candles very lively, making Tyrion return to the noble banquet in Silvermoon City in a trance, just like the world of the living.

But the one thing that kept him calm, from falling into painful memories, was that all the people sitting around him, all the people in this tower...were ghosts.

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

Tyrion soon got into trouble.

His beautiful face and elf-specific elegance attracted many noble ladies to surround him, and the most noble Duchess of Aberlock, with a strange enthusiasm, invited Tyrion to the rooftop to "chat", This kind of enthusiasm made the death knight feel a long-lost embarrassment.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Medivh's loyal butler Moros appeared, like a savior, "saved" Tyrion from being surrounded by ghost ladies.

"Master's distinguished guest, please follow me."

The butler, whose body was beginning to rot, didn't emit any corpse odor strangely. On the contrary, there was a smell of perfume often used by human nobles, which made the death knight, who was slowly recovering, feel curious.

And this kind of curious gaze couldn't be concealed from the extraordinary butler in front of him. When passing by a section of stairs, Moros turned his head. 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. In the master's library, there are hundreds of methods for making embalming fluids. If you are really curious, you can go there and have a look after the meeting."

"Uh... sorry, I didn't mean to."

The death knight was a little embarrassed, he apologized in a low voice, but soon, he used this topic to ask something else:

"Mr. Steward, 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 led Tyrion into the upper floor of the mage tower. The mage towers of mages are all blessed with space magic, and the interior space is far greater than the isolated tower seen from the outside. Medivh's mage tower Look, the internal area is at least the size of a city, even comparable to Stormwind City.

The swaying light illuminated the dark stairs in front of him, because Tyrion was holding a letter written by Medivh himself, and he was Medivh's real guest, so the Undead Steward did not hide his problem, and he whispered:

"This is the master's attempt to redeem these poor people who died because of him after his death. They were secular friends who used to entertain the lonely master and brought a lot of fun to the once depressed master. Therefore, after their death, the master passed Karazhan's special magic circle sheltered their dead souls, allowing them to live in their own world forever."

The butler paused and said softly:

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

"As for me?"

There was a hint of the hatred of the dead that Tyrion was familiar with in Moroes' voice:

"I don't need happiness! I don't need it, although the merciful master once tried to give me relief!"

"I saw with my own eyes how those three traitors shamelessly assassinated the master. Before they die, I will not feel any happiness. I will guard this mage tower for the master. I know that those traitors will come back sooner or later , When they come back, I will pierce their hearts with my own hands! That shameless betrayal! Fate has revealed all this!"

Tyrion knew that Moros was talking about Anduin Lothar, Khadgar and Garona. They were all friends of Medivh and one of the closest people of the astral mage, but they killed Medivh, although it is also regarded as justice and peace, but for the loyal Moros, these are meaningless. He is the real undead in this tower. Like Tyrion, he was resurrected for obsession deceased.

Tyrion nodded, and he followed Moros into the collection hall, looking at the carefully wiped treasures in the dark, the death knight asked casually:

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

"The master never left!"

Moros sneered, and he whispered: "Those traitors don't know the master's greatness at all. They think they can easily kill an astral mage? Humph, stupid! If it wasn't for the master's release from the darkness, order Let us let them go, those traitors deserve only to die here after their unforgivable deeds!"

"click"

Moros stopped suddenly. In front of him and Tyrion, there was an amazing library, where the space was distorted in a strange way, layer upon layer spread in front of the death knight, each area Whether it is suspended in the sky or falling on the ground, there are bookshelves made of mahogany, and books are piled on them.

This made the Death Knight's eyes widen. Although he has visited Karazhan's library more than once in the game, he will still be shocked by the astonishing amount of books when he sees it with his own eyes. There are at least hundreds of thousands of books here. , Here you can find the replicas or originals of almost all the books in this world, this is the background of the astral mage.

This is the true wealth of a mage.

"It's grand, isn't it?"

Seeing the shock in Tyrion's eyes, Moros, who is the housekeeper, also felt a sense of pride. He looked at the library in front of him and said softly: "This is the temple of knowledge built by the two old masters and masters. , this is the Holy Land that every mage in Azeroth yearns for! Even the arrogant idiots of the Kirin Tor covet the master's real wealth...but they will never get it!"

"They don't deserve it!"

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

"The old master is waiting for you, go! You can freely browse all the knowledge here, but remember not to damage the books, the master doesn't like those idiots who treat knowledge roughly!"

After finishing speaking, Moros's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness. He still had to receive those guests, and tonight the opera house will be performing the famous opera "Romeo and Juliet", which is Mr. Moros's favorite repertoire , he didn't want to miss it.

The death knight hung the lantern on the wall. He didn't need the light, and he could see in the dark. He walked into the magnificent magic library in front of him, and walked back and forth among the books that exuded the fragrance of ink. Soon, he Under the guidance of the clear signs, they found the knowledge that Moros said was important to the dead.

"Soul Binding, Protection and Restoration - On 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 Bloodsucking"

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

Tyrion was holding a lot of books, and returned to the days when he stayed up late and studied hard in another world, but when he turned around the bookshelf full of books, he unexpectedly saw a gentle light, And sitting on a well-crafted velvet chair, studying a magic book.

It was a ghost wearing a robe, and it could be seen just from the magic fluctuations on his body that this was a powerful mage, definitely not weaker than the Khadgar Tyrion had seen once.

"Um?"

The sound of Tyrion's armor disturbed the ghost's interest. He put down the book, raised his head, and looked at the death knight in front of him with the indifferent eyes of a mage. After a while, he said softly:

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

When he was observing Tyrion, the death knight was also observing him. This ghost looked very old, with a long white beard, and he could still see the former handsomeness from his face, full of confidence and firmness He has a raven emblem on his chest, and a pointed mage hat on the table. From his age, Tyrion can tell who this is...

Medivh was nearly 50 years old when he was killed. Due to the existence of Sargeras and his own huge magic power in the soul, it is impossible to be so old, so this ghost mage can only have one identity... the original Tiris The strongest mage hunter of the Law Council, the husband of Ms. Aegwynn, the royal archmage of Stormwind City, and the father of Medivh Elam.

Nieras Elan, the old master of this mage tower.

According to the memory in Tyrion's mind, this powerful mage died 45 years before the opening of the Dark Portal. At that time, the 14-year-old Medivh fell into a strange coma because of the awakening of Sargeras in his soul. His own son died in the magical storm that tore everything apart.

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

Nielas stood up, picked up his staff, and put on the mage hat. He looked at Tyrion in front of him, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes:

"But can you really? Weak knight."

Regarding this question, Tyrion chose to remain silent. After a while, Nielas waved at him. The book in Tyrion's hand was drawn by magic power and placed on the desk. The old mage said in a low voice:

"You can learn knowledge anytime, come with me now, and meet my family first."

The light of teleportation rose under the ghost and Tyrion's feet. The next moment, Tyrion appeared in a secret room in the halo of broken space. He could see the shining starry sky above his head when he raised his head. The stars were so close that the death knight doubted whether what he was stepping on was the land of Azeroth.

"You are finally here, Tyrion Dawnblade."

A hoarse voice sounded behind him. The death knight turned his head and saw an illusory figure. The figure was wearing a long dark red robe with mysterious runes engraved on it. There was a crow's wing-like decoration on his shoulders. Under the hood was a face in his thirties, with black eyes and a black beard.

This shadow looks obscure and mysterious, but his eyes are shining brightly, as if he has insight into the secrets of the world, even if it is just a shadow, the aura entwined on it is so strong that Tyrion feels the stagnation of power .

This is the astral mage Medivh Elan, the titular last guardian of Azeroth.

Behind him stood Nieras Elan, and a lady wearing a yellow hood and holding a staff. Her cheeks were no longer young. After transmitting all the magic power to her son, this A powerful mage has no doubts about mortals.

On the edge of the hood, there are two strands of long white hair, and her eyes are blue, which represents her talent for magic, but in those eyes, there is only deep sadness and exhaustion.

Magna Aegwynn, a human mage who has lived for nearly a thousand years, she lost her own power, lost her husband, and also lost her own son. Fate is so cruel to her, and now she is alone, There is nothing left.

Such was Medivh's family, a shattered victim of the Dark Titan's power.

But what Tyrion pays more attention to is the figure standing farther away. He is an undead, and the death knight can easily feel it. Under the white hood, Tyrion saw...

A face that belonged to the high elves.

Might be on the shelves soon... a little anxious