Chapter 198 Some Demons Seek to Kill Sheep but Instead Encounter Tigers and Leopards

In front of Karazhan in Sunny Forest.

Warriors from the two worlds of Draenor and Azeroth have already climbed the stairs. Nergo concentrated, clenched his fists, and tensed his whole body. His tall body moved quietly, as graceful and agile as the breeze. Similarly, Garona and Khadgar were also sneaking cautiously. The heavy sword of the tribe was shaking behind Khadgar. Compared with the other two, he felt like a clumsy stone golem. Even the big bear named Misha looked more flexible than him. Behind them, more dragons began to land and put down batches of Ascendants.

Karazhan is a magic tower. Nergo has always known this. In Khadgar's mouth, Karazhan Magic Tower has many characteristics, such as barriers, magic defenses, etc., but in addition to this, its biggest feature is that it is very large.

So large that it is easy to get lost.

"If the demon king hides, it will be difficult for us to find him." Garona said casually.

"He doesn't need to hide." Khadgar retorted, "Maybe you don't know who the demon we are facing is yet."

"Then do you know who is the chieftain who leads us? The chieftain has dealt with more than one demon lord."

"Okay, be quiet, Khadgar is right, he really doesn't need to hide, and you can even say he is waiting for me."

Walking down countless steps, Nergo looked at the desolate scene in the Mage Tower.

"It seems that he really needs a wife." Nergo joked, he didn't want to put too much pressure on others, it would not be good for them to be tense.

"Flame Ascender, light a fire." Nergo transmitted the message.

"It seems to be getting weirder here." Khadgar shrugged.

The flames lit by the shamans projected countless fully armed shadows on the wall, bringing a weird, even nightmare atmosphere to the entire stairwell. There seemed to be danger lurking behind every cold wall of the Mage Tower, and Khadgar was on guard against every dim door to prevent a deadly ambush behind it.

"If I remember correctly, there seems to be someone else here." Khadgar said.

"But unfortunately, there is nothing here." Garona glanced at Khadgar.

"How do you know?" Khadgar asked back.

"It's obvious, child, because the chieftain didn't say." Garona sighed. If there were really an enemy, Nergo's perception would be enough to give orders to the rest of the people to be on guard before the enemy appeared.

Indeed, there was nothing. The balcony of the theater was empty, there was no Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. The stables were empty, and there was no trace of the hunter Attumen and the warhorse Midnight. The banquet hall was also empty, as was the conference room. The furnishings inside were intact, with no signs of life.

The guest rooms were still the same guest rooms, but there were no guests. Khadgar returned to his residence and found that even there had not changed at all.

There was no curator, the chastity saint, or even the chess. The bosses who were still in the game seemed to have disappeared, and the whole Karazhan seemed to be empty.

Until the orcs began to cast strange shadows in the library, making the cast iron platform look horribly twisted and the bookshelves look like battlements. The books were untouched, even Khadgar's recent notes were lying on the table. Was Medivh not afraid that any of his books would be stolen?

Or perhaps in the eyes of the demon Sargeras, this knowledge was insignificant and not worth his time to collect?

At this time, a few pieces of paper caught Khadgar's attention, and he realized that he was in front of the bookshelf where the epics were stored. Finally, something different. A torn scroll. Khadgar picked up the largest fragment, read a few lines, and then nodded.

"Aegwynn's Hymn?" Nergal asked him, as if he had known what it was all along.

"Have you read it?" Khadgar was a little surprised, surprised at what? There were many.

"Don't be surprised, I saw it before you saw it." Nergal ignored the torn paper.

"Didn't you say there's a butler here? Maybe he knows where Medivh went."

Khadgar slapped his forehead, "Yes, and Moros."

After a while, on the bottom floor, at the main entrance leading to the kitchen and storage room, they successfully found Moros. His always bent body was now stretched in the middle of the hallway, and the arc-shaped bloodstains left by being dragged extended along the floor to one side of the wall. His eyes were wide open, but the expression on his face was surprisingly calm. It seemed that even death could not shock the old butler's heart.

He might have known about his master's abnormality a long time ago.

Nelgo walked to the wall and pressed it.

"Come here, Khadgar." Nelgo called.

Although Khadgar was confused, he still came over decisively.

"There is a door here." Nelgo said affirmatively.

"But I never saw it when I was in Karazhan."

"Will the demon king tell you where he hides?" Nergo explained: "Now listen to me, you cast magic on this wall and open that door."

Nergo didn't know how Khadgar opened the door in the original plot, and what magic he cast, but it was better to let him do it than himself, because he knew nothing about magic in Azeroth.

Looking at this wall that looked normal, Khadgar thought to himself: I used to pass by here five or six times a day, and there should be nothing behind this wall except bricks and soil.

"Stand aside," said the young wizard, "I want to cast a spell."

The orcs made way for Khadgar, and Khadgar began to gather his energy. He had used this spell before, but on real doors. This was the first time he tried to cast this spell on an invisible door. He began to imagine the door, sketching its shape in his mind, imagining how big it would have to be to move Moros's body a quarter of an arc, where the hinges would be located, where the door frame would be, and where the locks would be placed to make it safe.

It can be said that it is difficult to cast this spell without imagination.

Khadgar conceived the general shape of the door, and then released a small amount of magical energy towards the invisible door frame, trying to unlock the hidden locks. To his surprise, the wall really moved, and a crack appeared on one side. Although it was not big, it was enough to show that there was a door here that did not exist a moment ago.

"Pry it open!" Nergo gave an order, and the orc shamans rushed forward, holding axes or hammers.

With a bang, the door opened.

A bottomless staircase was in front of them.

"The devil is in there." Nergo called out, "Come with me now, rush in and kill him."

In a cave at the deepest part of the road, Medivh sat on the sofa, shaking his wine glass, "Young trust, and the chief, hehe, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

PS: The name Khadgar means trust in the dwarven language.