Ten minutes later, Tyrion sat in the gorgeous banquet hall. He looked around and saw that the corners of the hall were covered with spider webs and some conspicuous bones, but other places had been cleaned very clean.
The ghosts of the nobles were sitting at the table. In the soft music, some young nobles were dancing in the hall on the other side, while the old nobles were sitting in the banquet hall chatting, with servants coming and going.
They were served hot tea and fine wine, and there were some gourmet guys who were cooking delicious food.
Laughter rang out from time to time in the crowd, and there were cheers because of the elegant dance of a certain noble. In the opera hall, noble ladies and ladies were sitting on the benches, anxiously waiting for the gorgeous opera that was about to begin.
All of this made the hall filled with candles appear very energetic, and Tyrion was transported back to the noble banquet in Silvermoon City in a trance, just like the world of the living.
But one thing kept him calm and prevented him from falling into painful memories, and that was that everyone sitting around him, everyone in this tower... were ghosts.
This is a ghostly banquet, a night walk of a hundred ghosts, the kind that can definitely scare ordinary people to death.
Tyrion soon ran into trouble.
His beautiful face and elf-specific elegance attracted many noble ladies to gather around him, and the most noble Duchess of Alberlock, with a hint of weird enthusiasm, invited Tyrion to the rooftop to "have a chat."
This enthusiasm made the death knight feel a sense of embarrassment that he had not seen for a long time.
Just when he was in a dilemma, Medivh's loyal butler Moros appeared and, like a savior, "saved" Tyrion from the siege of the ghost ladies.
"Master's distinguished guest, please come with me."
The butler, whose body was beginning to decay, strangely did not emit any corpse smell. On the contrary, there was a hint of perfume often used by human nobles, which made the death knight who was slowly recovering emotionally feel curious.
This curious look could not be hidden from the extraordinary butler in front of him. When passing by a staircase, Moros turned back, with 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 take a look after the meeting."
"Uh... I'm 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 about other things:
"Mr. Butler, it seems that you know clearly that you are dead, so why don't they know? What's going on at this banquet?"
"It's a ritual!"
Moros carried the lantern and led Tyrion into the upper level of the mage tower. The mage towers of the mage are blessed with space magic. The internal space is far greater than the isolated tower seen from the outside. Take 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 was Medivh's real distinguished guest. Therefore, the undead steward did not hide his question. He whispered:
"This is the master's attempt to redeem these poor people who died because of him after his death. They were once the worldly friends that the master used to entertain his loneliness, and brought a lot of fun to the once depressed master. Therefore, after their death, the master passed
The special magic circle in Karazhan shelters their dead souls and allows them to live in their own world forever."
The housekeeper paused and said softly:
"This is the merciful gift of the master, which keeps them away from the loneliness and coldness of death, and allows them to live in the happiest days."
"As for me?"
There was a hint of the hatred of the dead that Tyrion was very familiar with in Moros's voice:
"I don't need happiness! Although my kind master tried to give me relief, I don't!"
"I saw with my own eyes how those three traitors shamelessly assassinated the master. I will not feel any happiness until they die. I will protect 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 it all!"
Tyrion knew that Moros was talking about Anduin Lothar, Khadgar and Garona. They were all friends of Medivh and one of the closest people to the Astral Mage, but they killed
Although he killed Medivh for justice and peace, these are meaningless to the loyal Moros. He is the real undead in this tower. Like Tyrion, he was resurrected for his obsession.
deceased.
Tyrion nodded, and he followed Moros into the collection hall. Looking at the treasures that were carefully wiped in the dark, the death knight asked casually:
"Is Mr. Medivh's soul still here?"
"The master never left!"
Moros sneered and whispered: "Those traitors don't know the greatness of the master at all. Do they think they can easily kill an astral mage? Huh, stupid! If the master hadn't been freed from the darkness, the order
Let us let them go. After doing unforgivable evil, those traitors only deserve to be buried here!"
"Click"
Moros's footsteps suddenly stopped. In front of him and Tyrion, there was an amazing library. The space here was twisted in strange ways, and layers were spread all over the death knight's eyes, in every area.
, whether they are suspended in the sky or falling on the earth, they are filled with bookshelves made of mahogany, and they are piled with books.
This made the death knight's eyes widen. Although he had been to Karazhan's library more than once in the game, he was still shocked by the astonishing amount of books when he saw it with his own eyes. There were at least hundreds of thousands of books here.
, you can find copies or original copies of almost all the books in this world here. This is the foundation of the Star Mage.
This is the true wealth of a mage.
"It's grand, isn't it?"
Seeing the shock in Tyrion's eyes, Moros, as the butler, 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 throughout their lives.
, this is the holy land that every mage in Azeroth longs to own! Even the proud and arrogant fools of the Kirin Tor covet the master's true wealth... but they will never get it!"
"They don't deserve it!"
The old butler made a cold snort and put the magic lantern in Tyrion's hand:
"The old master is waiting for you in front, go ahead! You are free to browse all the knowledge here, but remember not to damage the books. The master does not like idiots who treat knowledge roughly!"
After saying that, Moros's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness. He still had to receive those guests, and tonight the opera house performed the famous opera "Romeo and Juliet", which was Mr. Moros's favorite play.
, he didn't want to miss it.
The death knight hung the lantern on the wall. He did not need this light to see in the dark. He stepped 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 clear signs, I found the knowledge that Moros said was important to the deceased.
"Spirit Binding, Protection and Restoration-On 37 Ways to Make the Perfect Shroud"
"Knowledge the Dead Should Learn: Types and Origins of Embalming Fluids"
"Branch of the Curse of Flesh: Research on Vampire"
"Don't Let Death Take Your Will: An Introduction to Necronomic Meditation"
Tyrion was holding a pile of books, and in a trance he went back to the days when he stayed up late and studied hard in another world. However, when he turned around the bookshelf full of books, he unexpectedly saw a gentle light.
And the figure is sitting on a well-made velvet chair, studying a magic book.
That was a ghost wearing a magic robe. Just from the fluctuations of magic power on his body, it could be seen that this was a powerful mage, definitely no weaker than Khadgar, whom Tyrion had met 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 unique to the mage. After a moment, he whispered:
"Interesting, there is a kind of undead knight that I have never seen before. He fights with cold death energy. Has the outside world's necromantic magic developed to this extent?"
When he was observing Tyrion, the Death Knight was also observing him. This ghost looked old and had a long white beard. His face could still see his former handsomeness, full of confidence and determination.
He has a raven emblem on his chest and a pointed wizard 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 huge magic power in the soul, it is impossible for him to be so old, so this ghost mage can only have one identity...the original Tiris
The strongest mage hunter in the Council of Laws, the husband of Ms. Aegwynn, the royal archmage of Stormwind City, and the father of Medivh Elan.
Nielas Ellan, the old owner of this mage tower.
According to Tyrion's memory, this powerful mage died 45 years before the Dark Portal opened. At that time, the 14-year-old Medivh fell into a strange coma due to the awakening of Sargeras in his soul. In order to protect him, he
His own son died in the magical storm that tore everything apart.
"My wife and my son thought you could help us..."
Nielas stood up, picked up his staff, and put on his mage hat. He looked at Tyrion in front of him, with a trace of doubt in his eyes:
"But can you really? Weak knight."
Regarding this question, Tyrion chose to remain silent. After a moment, Nielas waved to him. The book in Tyrion's hand was extracted by magic and placed on the desk. The old mage whispered:
"You can learn knowledge at any time. Come with me now and meet my family first."
The light of teleportation rose under the feet of the ghost and Tyrion. The next moment, in the halo of broken space, Tyrion appeared in a secret room. When he raised his head, he could see the shining starry sky above his head.
The stars were so close that the death knight doubted that he was stepping on the ground of Azeroth.
"You are finally here, Tyrion Blade of the Dawn."
A hoarse voice sounded behind him. The Death Knight turned around and saw an illusory shadow. The figure was wearing a long dark red robe with mysterious runes engraved on it. There were decorations like crow wings on his shoulders.
Under the hood is a face in his thirties, with black eyes and black beard.
This shadow looked obscure and mysterious, and his eyes shone brightly, as if he had understood the secrets of the world. Even if it was just a shadow, the aura wrapped around it was so strong that Tyrion felt the stagnation of power.
.
This is the astral mage Medivh Elan, the nominal last guardian of Azeroth.
Behind him, stood Nielas Ellan, 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 who has become unmatched by mortals.
On the edge of the hood, there are two strands of long white hair. Her eyes are blue, which represents her talent for magic, but there is only deep sadness and exhaustion in her eyes.
Magna Aegwynn, a human mage who has lived for nearly a thousand years, lost her power, her husband, and her son. Fate was so cruel to her, and now she is alone.
There is nothing left.
This is Medivh's family, a victim torn apart by the power of the Dark Titan.
But what Tyrion is more concerned about is the figure standing further away. He is an undead. The death knight can easily feel it. Under the white hood, Tyrion sees...