Chapter 1078 Sarlayan: You are an undead! What is pain!?
Sharlayan was really surprised that Khadgar found the space runestones so quickly.
However, now that he had solved the problem of how to quickly return to Dalaran to deliver the artifact, Sharlayan naturally would not break his promise. He agreed to stay and help Khadgar and Atumen solve the problem of butler Moros before returning north quickly.
Just then, the situation on the front line changed dramatically. When receiving the second piece of information from Valeela, Sarlayan was a little bit dumbfounded.
"You two masters and apprentices are playing an exhibition match. You win two out of three games, right?"
Although he complained, Sarlayan actually saw the situation very clearly.
Uther did rely on his mature experience and calm mentality to move back into the game, and at least he did not let the Scourge take away Lordaeron, which had no defense.
But this victory did not decisively help Lordaeron, who was still at a disadvantage.
With the arrival of reinforcements from the Scourge, the forces in Arthas' hands were far superior to the current defenders of Lordaeron.
The countries in the alliance, which had been watching the excitement with a schadenfreude mentality before, suddenly became uneasy.
As the saying goes, if Lordaeron is really captured by the bone-and-stick army led by Arthas, the second-fifth boy, other neighboring countries with similarly empty defenses will definitely be in trouble.
Although their respective domestic defensive forces were very limited, Alterac and Gil'nir, which were closest to the battlefield, gritted their teeth and sent their last bit of troops to Lordaeron as assistance.
In addition, Kul Tiras, which is isolated overseas, has also launched an open recruitment for the first time in many years.
Dai Lin planned to keep these newly recruited rookies in the country for guarding, train troops at the same time, and transport the reserve troops originally in hand to Lordaeron to help the allies get out of trouble.
As for Dalaran and Stromgarde... forget about them for now.
A large number of mages in Dalaran still stayed in the Dark Portal to set up research project teams. They were even ready to cross the Dark Portal to Draenor for research, and simply turned a deaf ear to Ronin's call.
Stromgaard, on the other hand, was busy fighting with Danas, who was unwilling to return to the country to take the throne, and had no energy to pay attention to the war in the northern part of the continent.
The dwarves and gnomes are willing to help, but their territory is too far away from the frontline battlefield. Waiting for them to slowly send reinforcements, the day lilies may be cold.
Fortunately, Alsace was also busy trying to persuade the extremely dissatisfied hardline noble lords, so the internally unstable Scourge had no time to continue launching attacks.
Lordaeron, who was depleted of troops, gained precious breathing time, and Uther accepted the small reinforcements sent by various countries one after another.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, and Lordaeron doesn't have time to be picky at this moment.
Taking advantage of this short period of truce, Uther and Dathrohan tried their best to build a tacit understanding between these new reinforcements and the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Other countries in the alliance have expressed their opinions, and Quel'Thalas certainly cannot stay away.
Kael'thas promised Calia that Quel'Thalas would immediately send troops from the gates of Thralas as long as Arthas overcame his internal conflicts and launched another attack.
The high elves will assist the remnants of the Knights of the Silver Hand, who are still struggling to resist, to connect the three defense areas of Light's Hope Chapel, Caulin Crossing and Tyr's Hand to contain the Scourge from the rear.
Now that the situation had stabilized for the time being, Sarlayan did not have to evacuate from Karazhan in a panic. He patiently thought of a strategy specifically for Moros.
"Atumen, although you have got rid of Medivh's spiritual suggestion, your body is still the same as the body of the undead like Moros."
Saryan explained to Atumen in detail: "I don't think Moros, who is not clear-headed, can accurately distinguish your mental state. In other words... you have the opportunity to penetrate inside and lurk around Moros.
Give him a knife in the back."
"Uh~"
Atumen's stiff undead face twitched slightly: "...Butler Moros and Medivh are both kind to me. If it is not a last resort, I don't want to kill him with my own hands."
Sarlayan rolled his eyes angrily: "Who asked you to kill him? Not to mention that Moros was already dead. The stabbing in the back I mentioned was just a metaphor, in order to pay a smaller price.
Take Moros."
Undead creatures have only one weakness, their souls.
For unnatural undead souls like Atumen and Moros, their hearts have stopped beating long ago, and the only way to "kill" them is to crush the brains housing their souls.
Atumen is not a knowledgeable mage. Although he himself has long since become an undead, he still has little understanding of the nature of the undead, and the stupid things he says make Sarlayan and Khadgar laugh and laugh.
Today's Karazhan is a mixed bag, and can be roughly divided into four forces.
The most powerful among them is the legion of demons headed by Maczhar, who occupy the most important upper area of Karazhan.
Secondly, there is the Karazhan defense system that has no connection with each other, including the Holy Virgin, the Curator and the Shadow of Elam, which are independent individuals that are not controlled by anyone.
Then there are supernatural creatures such as the Nightmare and the Void Dragon, and they also have no possibility of persuading them to surrender.
Among the four major forces, the most numerous ones are the ghosts headed by Moros and Atumen, but they are the weakest in terms of comprehensive strength among the four major forces.
In fact, this is easy to understand, after all, most of these ghosts were not individuals with strong combat power during their lifetime.
Even if there are a large number of people, the miscellaneous soldiers are still just miscellaneous soldiers, and they cannot change quantitatively into qualitative change.
However, these ghosts of miscellaneous soldiers occupy most of the areas on floors 1-4 of Karazhan.
In other words, as long as he can capture Moros, the leader of all the ghosts, and rely on this old butler to manage the unconscious ghosts, Khadgar can take back most of the areas on floors 1-4 without any bloodshed.
Sarlayan didn't have the time to watch Khadgar slowly clear floors 1-4. He only needed to help Khadgar awaken Moros's will, just like Attumen now.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Compared to the first floor where Artumen is located, which is mostly filled with the souls of handymen, the banquet hall on the second floor is mainly composed of the souls of nobles and attendants who come to Karazhan to attend the banquet.
, there are also some private soldiers of the nobles mixed in, and their combat effectiveness is a little higher than that of the first level.
For Sarlayan, Khadgar and Atumen, whose strength has reached the legendary level, it is really only a little bit. After all, those noble private soldiers are not elite.
After roughly understanding Saryan's plan, Atumen walked up the stairs in front of the reception hall to the second floor.
Seeing the large number of noble souls who were still playing music and dancing in the banquet hall, Atumen bravely walked into the banquet hall.
The ghosts of the nobles who were still dancing stopped at the same time and turned their heads, staring directly at Atumen with a large number of dull eyes.
After confirming that Atumen was one of their kind, the noble dancers who had paused their movements started singing and dancing again and began to move, no longer paying attention to Atumen who was slowly moving towards the banquet restaurant.
If he hadn't already been transformed into an undead body, Atumen's back would have been covered in cold sweat by now. Fortunately, everything went smoothly.
Just as Sarlayan said, the butler Moros stood in the restaurant in a daze, standing sideways by the dining table as he did in life, seemingly waiting to serve the guests who came to attend the dinner.
In addition to Moros himself, there were several ghosts of different shapes standing beside him.
Compared with the translucent noble ghosts outside, these ghosts are more solid in shape, their eyes are relatively agile, and they seem to retain their sanity to a certain extent.
"Lady Dorothy, Baron Love, Duke Robin, Duke Crispin, and..."
"Ah~ isn't this Atumen?"
Just when Atumen was trying to identify the identities of these ghosts, Moros had noticed his arrival and asked with a smile in his usual gentle tone: "Why are you here? Are you tired of the hunting game among the distinguished guests?"
"Uh~ yes."
A Tumen had a stiff smile on his face: "They asked me to ask when we can start eating."
"Oh~ I'm really sorry, please wait a moment."
Moros began to play with the rotten food on the table: "We cannot let the distinguished guests starve. This will damage the reputation of the master. I will start the final process now."
Atumen hurriedly followed Sarlayan's instructions and took a step forward and said proactively: "Let me help too. This can also save some time."
Moros smiled without any doubt: "Thank you, Atumen, then I'll trouble you."
Except for Moros who was busy arranging the dishes, the few noble ghosts who were different from ordinary people were still chatting and laughing nearby, seemingly unaware of Atumen's arrival.
The nervous Atumen slowly walked behind the unsuspecting Moros. Taking advantage of Moros's bending to wipe the table, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked Moros's exposed spine.
After a successful move, before the confused Moros could react, Atumen rushed to the side of Lao Guan Ji'ai, who was unsteady on his center of gravity, locked his neck with his arms and shouted loudly.
"Midnight! Answer my call!"
"Xilulu!"
Midnight, who had already been waiting outside the banquet hall, immediately rushed into the restaurant, kicked aside the tables and chairs that were blocking the way, and jumped to Atumen's side.
Just when Atumen, who thought he had succeeded, was about to kidnap Moros and leave as planned, Moros's head suddenly turned 180 degrees back, and he stared at Atumen with the blue soul fire in his eyes.
"Atumen, have you even betrayed your master?"
"Unforgivable!"
Atumen habitually tried to subdue Moros using the same tactics he used during his lifetime, but he forgot one important thing.
Now he and Moros are both undead, and their physical structures are completely different from those of the living.
Unexpectedly, Moros broke free from Atumen's restraints in a very weird posture, pulled out two daggers from his waist and stabbed him in both sides unexpectedly.
Atumen: "Ah!!"
"What a fart! You are an undead, you don't feel pain at all, okay?"
Sarlayan, who rushed into the restaurant at an unknown moment, used his rescue skills to rush to Atumen's side, but his left hand that was reaching for Moros's head was dodged in time by the agile old butler.
"Tsk! Your reaction is really quick. Did you change your job and become a thief after death? Or was he already very skilled in life?"
Sarlayan glanced at Atumen who was still a little confused with disgust: "Why are you standing there? Fortunately, I have made two preparations... Go outside and help Khadgar stabilize the situation! Leave it to me here.
deal with!"
Atumen scratched his head in embarrassment: "I know... midnight!"
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