klisemfg Chapter 214 The Key to Karazhan
Chapter 214 The Key to Karazhan
When Khadgar was young, he followed Medivh, the last Guardian of mankind.
He went to Karazhan as an apprentice squire to assist Medivh, who was his mentor. He stayed in Karazhan for a long time until he was later sent back to the Kirin Tor...
In fact, Medivh had long since discovered that the Kirin Tor were dissatisfied with him as their Keeper.
Khadgar's true identity is that he was sent by the Kirin Tor Council to oversee this human guardian who is increasingly breaking free from the control of the Council of Tirisfal.
With Aegwynn's example as a precedent, the descendants of the Council of Tirisfal, the Kirin Tor Council of Dalaran, turned a human guardian who was unwilling to wield the terrible magical energy into a humanoid nuclear bomb that wandered alone outside the council.
Khadgar learned the basics of magic in Dalaran, but he truly grasped advanced magic and witnessed the power of truly high-level magic in Karazhan, the private castle of the human guardians.
Although Karazhan at that time was still Dalaran's secret magical library...
The key, however, was in Medivh's hands...
The opportunity to enter Karazhan to learn ancient magical knowledge, and to learn about ancient secrets and magical texts is very rare, making Khadgar undoubtedly a lucky one.
However, after Medivh's soul was controlled by the Dark Titan, his body was filled with fel energy, and Medivh became a demon.
Khadgar was forced to join forces with Duke Lothar, riding a griffin, to kill his teacher, who had become mentally unstable and opened the Dark Portal... This history is a sin Khadgar carries, a memory he will always remember...
Even though people now call him the new guardian of humanity, he always feels it's a mockery and an insult.
He did indeed kill Medivh, who had lost his mind and was assisting the orc warlock in opening the Dark Portal. Khadgar was very familiar with the Atiesh & Guardian's Staff that Medivh always carried with him.
He clearly remembered that the staff had been broken...
In the crystal image, a strange human mage is holding an identical weapon...
This is too strange.
Khadgar wanted to go out and take a look. He shouldn't have gone out, because if he, as the Speaker, took action, it would mean that Dalaran was directly declaring war on a certain side... Even the ever-ambitious Archmage Ansrem wouldn't dare to do that openly.
Khadgar, however, came alone towards Roland...
All because of the magical artifact that Rolin wielded with such power, the legendary staff of Atiesh & the Guardians.
Luo Lin had gone mad with killing spree, or more accurately, he had gone mad with smashing things. He couldn't bring himself to kill them; he felt he was saving lives.
He then smashed it with his staff!
One comes, smash one...
Whether you knock someone unconscious or knock them down, it doesn't matter. This chicken leg cane is really handy; it's like a long wooden hammer, and it feels great to swing.
Lorin discovered that after transforming, he could not only cast fire spells, but also master almost all the skills he had learned in the past. Even his latent necromancer passive skill, necromancy strengthening his body...
His attributes have all increased to a considerable level, making him no longer a traditional, fragile mage.
Instead, he's a tanky mage...
Necromancers are inherently fragile, but this strange hero class, empowered by the Father's power, becomes capable of going toe-to-toe with warriors. While they can't yet physically withstand sword strikes, cannon fire, or other attacks like those legendary bosses.
Yet they can also fight using staffs and swords...
At least their strength, agility, and endurance... are almost no less than their intelligence and spirit.
For a long time, Luo Lin had no chance to possess a body, and he had almost forgotten that his disciple had been killing and accumulating vengeful spirits, whose souls were locked in the rune in his right eye... After switching bodies, he discovered another surprise.
He also seems to be able to control Lorraine's necromancy.
If he weren't possessed by the Holy Mother, and didn't want to kill humans or harm the Forsaken, he could have used resurrection to unleash a horde of undead... Just thinking about how Dalaran, this beautiful magical city, could become a filthy, undead city like Stratholme...
He felt somewhat unwell.
So, suppressing his impulse, he used the magical weapon to strike someone...
The audience, both in the distance and high above, were stunned.
Some people wondered which side this guy belonged to, or if he was a madman or a fool who had wandered onto the battlefield by mistake.
Khadgar appeared not far from him, observing carefully. "That's right, it's definitely the Key to Karazhan." He focused his magical observation and found that the magical elements on Rolin's body were extremely complex, chaotic and violent... Upon closer inspection, there were also cold and dark undead entwined around him, like a curse, or like a lingering ghost.
The hammer-wielding mage in front of me, who looks human, is a freak; he harbors unknown secrets.
Khadgar wanted to approach, but hesitated for a moment.
Lorin bears the mark of Undercity, but his outer hat is human. He has black hair and skin that appears white with a yellowish tinge. He is a rare race... at least almost never seen in the seven kingdoms of the Eastern Kingdoms. Could he be a native of Kalimdor?
Rowling didn't notice Khadgar's appearance.
The messengers from the safe zone were in an uproar.
They protested fiercely because blood was being shed and a great war was raging outside. These messengers were temporarily safe, but what were their duties? Most were supposed to contact the higher-ups in Dalaran, but the Speaker of Dalaran was nowhere to be seen.
Khadgar's appearance caused a disturbance.
"Master Khadgar, stop the blockade immediately, we need to get out."
The Alliance and Horde representatives were anxious because they couldn't take action and participate in the battle. Some innocent refugees trapped in Dalaran, however, desperately wanted to leave this dangerous place.
"If you don't let us out, don't blame us for taking matters into our own hands!"
"You dare! Anyone who leaves without permission will be killed without mercy."
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"I was just joking, but you can't keep us imprisoned like this!"
“Yes, look, the commercial district has been overrun. We can’t even hide in the sewers... they’re full of Forsaken, my brothers have all been killed... and you’re not even helping us. What kind of service is it to just lock us up?”
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"It doesn't matter if these filthy scum die. You can't treat the apostles of the Holy Church like this."
"Let's go out and cut down these undead! We must avenge the Scarlet Crusade!"
Will Dalaran compensate for the losses caused by this conflict?
The bystanders chattered amongst themselves, the tribal envoy and the alliance representative glared at each other, secretly gripping their weapons, seemingly ready to fight at any moment. Meanwhile, the thieves, eager for more excitement and only concerned with making money and gold, were itching to steal...
Only a few so-called traveling poets, artists, and tourists lament that Dalaran, this magical city, sky city, and idyllic garden, has been greatly damaged and polluted today...
Many buildings, sculptures, and even floor tiles were actually enhanced with magical elements. While the battle was intense, the overall losses were relatively small, but the casualties were real...
"Shut up, it's not your place to talk nonsense."
Lady Katarina of Stormwind, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, giving Khadgar a soft laugh:
"Master Khadgar, where is your Lord of Rhonin? Our magic coffee here is almost cold. Is this how Dalaran treats its guests?"
"Katarina, is it? I've heard the Priest family is making a comeback... King Tyrese didn't marry Princess Calia to Duke Priest back then, so whose descendant are you?"
Upon hearing this, the human countess Katarina, who had always been expressionless, frowned slightly. She raised her wine glass, swirled the bright red wine, and then smiled.
"Does Lord Khadgar also value bloodlines this much? King Tyrese of Lordaeron has been killed by that scoundrel Arthas. My ancestors sought revenge for the millions of Lordaeron people who perished at the hands of the undead. That's why we've joined the Stormwind Alliance to fight against the evil enemy!"
The countess seemed to have a naturally high-pitched voice, which attracted everyone around her as if by magic.
Even the Scarlet Highlord Tyrande Fordring, who has never been interested in women, was attracted to her.
In particular, upon hearing that the Countess wanted to avenge the people of Lordaeron, he nodded to himself, for this was precisely the mission and belief of the Scarlet Crusade.
The undead are our common enemy!
On this point, almost everyone except Marcus would agree...
Khadgar stood on the high platform, gazing at the charismatic countess, and felt a strange sense of familiarity...
I also felt something was strange, a strange sense of crisis emanating from that woman...
Right now, what's even more intriguing is the strange human mage... and the Karazhan Key in his hand!
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