Chapter 197 Heading to Karazhan

Looking at the tribal armor and heavy ax in front of him, Khadgar couldn't help but look embarrassed, and said in half-baked orc language: "Can you change some?"

The orc looked at Khadgar's weak body and muttered, "That's right. If I put these on for you, I'd be afraid that you wouldn't be able to take more than two steps before falling to the ground."

"You really think highly of me." Khadgar scratched his head. Not even a human warrior could handle this equipment, let alone mages.

"How about these?" The orc rummaged for a long time and found a set of red tribal robes, and then handed him a sword.

"Come on, human boy, destroy that demon." The orcs showed hatred in their eyes. Ever since the Tanaan Jungle collapsed into the Hellfire Peninsula, all the orcs have been filled with hatred for the demon.

Khadgar put them on hastily, and as for the sword, he thought twice before hanging it on his back. Although he is a mage, this sword may come in handy sometimes.

Khadgar didn't know why the orcs hated the demons so much, but it was a good thing, since they were not on the same side as the demons.

Khadgar arrived at the tower of Stormwind... Orgrimmar.

On the top of the tower, there were several beasts that Khadgar had never seen before. These beasts had two heads, huge wings spread out, and the sharp teeth emerging from the corners of their mouths made them look like ferocious hunters.

Nergo had been waiting there for a while. Garona and Rexxar were also there, and they were all wearing similar outfits, except that they were armor, and Khadgar himself was a tabard.

"Not bad, very energetic." Nergo looked at Khadgar with his lips raised.

Khadgar grimaced, "I still don't understand why I'm asked to dress like this."

"You should feel honored. You are the first human being allowed to dress like this." Garona said, and added: "You can also be considered an honorary tribe member."

Khadgar sighed, forget it, he is not sure whether he can come back, and he doesn't care about these little things.

He looked at the others and found that there were no distinctive chiefs.

Instead, apart from him, Garona and the orc warchief, there was only one bear left.

The big bear sat on the ground like a human, and Khadgar looked at a masked orc stroking its fur.

"Are we the only ones?" Khadgar said in surprise, and then breathed out a deep breath, as if when he was telling Ryan about Medivh's betrayal, he actually wanted to explain Medivh's power to the orc warchief today. .

"Great Chief, Archmage Medivh is the guardian of the Tirisfal Council. He is infused with the power of all the archmages of the Council..." Khadgar said a lot, and he spoke emotionally about Medivh's power, but Nelgo Just looking at him quietly, the other orcs were also smiling, but not mocking.

"You said there is Medivh in Karazhan." Nergo brought Khadgar to a two-headed flying dragon, "But we have Nergo."

Nergo is not afraid of Medivh at all, because although Medivh is possessed by Sargeras, how much power can he exert? How much of Medivh's own power can be unleashed?

Nergo is no longer the little shaman he used to be, he is an ascendant.

Khadgar grimaced, feeling as if he had been on a pirate ship.

Nergo raised his hand in a signal. The flying dragons in other towers immediately followed the order and took off into the sky. The first ray of dawn came from the sky. Khadgar's Eagle Eye was surprised to see hundreds of flying dragons sitting on hundreds of flying dragons. Orc Ascendants similar to Nelgo were sitting on them. .

Against the background of the sun, the elements on these Ascended Ones shone brightly. Khadgar had never realized that the orcs could have so many spellcasters. He thought their spellcasters were like kobold geomancers. Just a handful of members of a tribe.

During the long flight to Karazhan, Khadgar did not feel the slightest bit of coldness. On the contrary, he was extremely warm. Garona's flying dragon followed him, and perhaps seeing his doubts, Garona explained: "The battle robe you are wearing is specially made, with warmth magic attached to it."

"Well, it seems that the magic of the tribe is also full of magic." Khadgar felt that he should find an opportunity to understand the social structure and magic of the tribe. This is another highly developed civilization, and facing this kind of civilization, human beings are absolutely It should not be regarded as a flood of wild beasts.

Even as an enemy, you must not be arrogant or rest on your laurels.

Under the wings of the flying dragon, the earth changed its appearance. Although the vast farmland was somewhat damaged, he could see machines and small brown dots appearing on the farmland to work with other human farmers on the farmland.

Large tracts of forest were cut down by orc labor, and the trees were piled together, seemingly to use them to build houses.

Looking at several plumes of smoke rising over Orgrimmar in the distance, Khadgar guessed that they should come from the great furnace there.

In this way, they spent the whole day on the back of the flying dragon, and the red sun was already setting in the west.

Karazhan stands like an ebony tree shadow in the center of the crater, greedily absorbing the fading sunlight in the sky.

But there was no light in the tower or the empty windows. The magic torches in the tower that did not require fuel seemed to have been extinguished for a long time.

"He won't escape, right?"

"No." Nergo answered Khadgar: "I felt the stink of the devil in the tower. He must be here."

Nergo jumped off his Nergo (dragon), and Khadgar quickly landed and slid down from the back of the winged beast. As soon as he touched the ground, the two-headed dragon immediately took off, emitting a sharp howl and flew towards Orgrimmar.

It must be said that these beasts have a strong endurance. Khadgar looked at these dragons with pity. One of them was carrying a sturdy orc and a big bear.

"It's Misha." Seeing that Khadgar had been looking at his new partner, Rexxar introduced: "This is my new friend I met in your world."

"Okay, stop chatting, we are going to face the devil directly." Nergo came over and rubbed Khadgar's hair, messing his hair up, and then showed a smile that seemed apologetic but actually a successful prank.

Nergo has been suppressed for too long. Under the shadow of the devil, he has always been forced to turn himself into a ruthless and ferocious Nergo.

And watching the young characters in the original story being patted on the head is one of the few ways he can relieve stress.

I hope Khadgar will not become a bald man like Garrosh.

"Bad taste." Khadgar raised his head and looked at Nergo who was already walking forward, muttering.