Chapter eight hundred and eighty first: seize the opportunity
There are many undead creatures living in Karazhan. Aegwynn and her son are both good at necromancy. Strictly speaking, they themselves are lich bodies.
Jaina and Aegwynn learned a lot of magic knowledge. Although necromancy is only the introductory stage, it is enough to get people started.
All that was left of the fake King Varian was a pile of bones. Jaina's spiritualism wasn't very good, and she needed some bones and herbs to assist in casting spells. Fortunately, these things were available in Crow Ridge.
As a result, Kalecgos once again became a free laborer, collecting materials together with Gitus.
Picking up a suitable thigh bone and carefully wiping off the dirt on it, Kits suddenly asked: "The one you said will be resurrected is not the real King Varian. Who is he?"
After getting along with each other for the past few days, especially when faced with such a cold boss like Jaina, Kalecgos and Gitus shared the same hatred, and the two of them got along well.
Kalecgos replied casually: "This man is also a member of the Wrynn family. He may be Varian's brother. Human royal family members all have special bloodlines. Medivh selects the outstanding ones among them, starting from their infancy."
Just send it to Karazhan."
Although he has lived in Karazhan since he was a child, Kits is completely unaware of this as he is said to be a fan of the authorities. He asked in confusion: "Why would Medivh do this?"
Kalecgos said mysteriously:
"Of course it is to improve his strength. Where do you think Medivh's strength comes from? He has a way to extract other people's talents and use them for himself. This is a very clever method."
Having said this, Kalecgos glanced at Kits:
"I almost forgot, you also grew up in Karazhan. You are immune to the werewolf's curse. This is considered an extremely excellent bloodline. Unfortunately, it is of little use to Medivh."
Kits lowered his head and picked up a piece of cemetery moss. He didn't know what he was thinking, and asked casually: "I have seen Medivh resurrect an old servant into an undead. It was easy to do. There is no need to prepare like this."
More casting materials.”
Kalecgos didn't think much and answered vaguely: "Jaina's necromancy is not as good as Medivh's, but Medivh's necromancy is not as good as Arthas', or even worse than Sylvanas'
, this is called specialization in one’s profession.”
Kits pretended to be curious and asked: "If the undead dies, can it still be resurrected?"
Kalecgos scratched his head in embarrassment. As a blue dragon, he was a complete amateur in undead magic. Fortunately, he was well-informed and knew a few things:
"Exerting necromancy spells will cause huge trauma to the soul. It is difficult for ordinary souls to withstand two necromancy spells. However, there are ways. This requires more advanced necromancy spells, such as the Val'kyr who walks between life and death.
, legend has it that they have a way to repair soul wounds."
Kits immersed himself in his work and chatted casually with Kalecgos. He had a lot of thoughts in his heart. After a fierce ideological struggle, he finally made up his mind.
In a secluded cave, Jaina closed her eyes to rest and cultivate her spirit.
For unfamiliar necromancy spells, Jaina must maintain the best condition and must complete it in one go. Once the spell fails, there will be no second chance.
Kalecgos and Gitus sent the spellcasting materials. Jaina checked them carefully, drove one person and one dragon out of the cave, set up a magic barrier, and cast spells alone.
A strange magic circle was drawn on the ground. Jaina was sitting beside the magic circle. The fake Varian's bones and the bones collected from Crow Ridge were placed in the center of the magic circle.
Jaina prepared a large pot and steamed dozens of herbs in the large pot.
When the cauldron boiled, Jaina added a special medicine to it, muttered something, and poured the boiling water on the bones.
With an unpleasant sound of bone friction, the bones came together to form a complete skeleton. The power of magic seeped into the bones, making these rotten bones hard.
If spiritualism is performed like this, only a ghoul will be resurrected.
Jaina needed plenty of meat on her bones, so she carefully mixed together the herbs gathered from Crow Hill, stirred them with boiling water in a pot, and added a piece of abomination meat.
The abomination flesh the size of a fingernail grew rapidly, and soon covered the exposed bones. A foul smell came, and Jaina showed a look of joy. Skin gradually appeared on the corpse, the facial features on the face became clearer and clearer, and the limbs appeared.
Twitched.
The last step is spiritualism. Jaina holds a soul stone in her hand, which contains the fake Varian's soul. She needs to fuse the soul with the corpse.
The humanoid soul slowly floated out and gradually overlapped with the corpse.
Suddenly, the soul let out a piercing scream, and then exploded into countless gray fragments.
Jaina was stunned and despairing. The spell casting failed. She carefully recalled the steps of casting the spell and found that they were all done perfectly. What went wrong?
After finally calming down, Jaina was unwilling to check the casting props and casting materials carefully.
Among the medicinal residue collected from Crow Ridge, Jaina found a short green hair.
This is the hair on the legs of the Crow Ridge Widow Venomous Spider. It was deliberately inserted into a certain herb. It is extremely difficult to find. It is smeared with a little bit of spider venom.
"Damn it!"
Jaina's eyebrows suddenly stood up, her beautiful eyes showing a murderous light.
When Jaina summoned him into the cave, Kalecgos looked puzzled. He was shocked when he saw the failed magic ritual.
Although Kits also looked surprised, he couldn't escape Jaina's sharp gaze.
The cold power of frost was brewing in the palm of Jaina's right hand, and she said angrily:
"Kites, tell me, how do you want to die? Or I can give you a suggestion. I will use frost magic to make the skin temperature of your whole body drop sharply, and then use fire magic to quickly raise the temperature. It is said that this can
Peel off the skin completely to ensure you are still alive."
Realizing that the conspiracy had been exposed, Kites was so frightened that his legs became weak and he sat down on the ground.
But he refused to give up and bravely said:
"Yes, it was me who did it. I was just an ordinary night watchman in Crow Ridge. I was very envious of the luxurious life of those nobles. I thought that I was from a humble background, and that was an unattainable dream for me. But now I know
Well, it turns out that I have noble blood flowing in my body, I was originally a prince, why can’t I become the king of Stormwind City.”
Kalecgos was stunned. He didn't expect that a human as lowly as a weed could have such ambitions.
"You are really wishful thinking in pretending to be the king of Stormwind City."
Jaina was so angry:
"Sylvanas still has a soul in her hands. That is the real King Varian. You will never be the king. Your ambition ruined my perfect plan."
"What, why is this happening?"
Kits was panic-stricken. He didn't expect such a thing to happen, and fell into deep despair.
A majestic female voice came:
"If I were you, I would promise him!"
Three figures walked into the cave, with Sylvanas walking at the front, followed by the gloomy-looking Witherlander and Archmage Antonidas.
Sylvanas looked at Kites with admiration: "I admire his courage very much."