Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Deadwind Trail is not a huge area.

As its name suggests, it is actually just a trail connecting the Dusk Forest to the Swamp of Sorrows in the east. However, there is a deep river valley to the south of this important east-west mountain trail.

The unique topography here creates its special charm.

In the early years, before the sunshine was taken away from here, this river valley used to be a hunting place for the nobles of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

There are many ferocious beasts here, and rare fish can be caught in the river valley.

Of course, this place is quite far away from the main city of Stormwind Kingdom.

The nobles had better outing options. The reason why they kept flocking here in those years was mainly because they wanted to get closer to the owner of this place.

Before Medivh went "crazy", he was a noble guardian of magic in the Seven Kingdoms.

Due to historical reasons, he couldn't get along with the vulgar mages of Dalaran, so he lived alone in his mage tower deep in the Deadwind Pass all year round.

And because Medivh grew up with King Llane Wrynn and Marshal Anduin Lothar, he also had a transcendent status in the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

He also serves as the royal mage of Stormwind Kingdom all year round.

If a certain noble could be lucky enough to be favored by Master Medivh, it would only be a matter of time before he would rise to prominence in the upper circles of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

The best part is that this royal mage is not as withdrawn as other mages.

He often holds various banquets in his magical mage tower.

Therefore, in that era before the war, getting an invitation letter to the Karazhan banquet was definitely a very honorable thing among the nobles of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

There are countless small nobles and businessmen struggling to get an invitation, which means that a higher class society has opened the door to them.

Of course, we all know what happened next.

On the day when Medivh and Gul'dan joined forces to open the Dark Portal linking the worlds of Azeroth and Draenor, Karazhan held the largest celebration banquet in history.

Two-thirds of the nobles dressed in their best clothes and brought a large number of servants happily went to the banquet, only to never come back.

To be honest, the nobles of the kingdom who were wiped out by Medivh were the first victims of the year-long orc war in the Dark Portal.

It was precisely because of the massacre at the banquet that the defense system of the Kingdom of Stormwind collapsed internally. When faced with the orcs' probing attacks, its reaction was quite slow, allowing the orcs to easily drive in.

Tragedy just happened.

"It's only been two years, right? Why has this place become so desolate?"

The pirate convoy stopped in the town in front of the Karazhan Mage Tower. Black jumped out of the carriage and looked at the ruins of the town in front of him.

This was originally a very prosperous place. Judging from the number of houses and the size of the town, at least a thousand people lived here before.

But now, those beautifully built houses have weathered into disgrace.

It's like thousands of years have passed under the wash of time, letting the walls collapse, letting the bricks fall, and letting all traces of civilization that exist here be wiped out by a disaster.

"There is terrible dark magic entrenched here!"

The orc warlock behind Blake said seriously:

"They turned into winds that annihilated everything, and were trapped around this mage tower, washing away everything that existed. As a symbol of taboo, they announced to all those who rashly approached that this place was forbidden to all living things."

"Snapped"

Before the evil-eyed man could finish his words, he was kicked by Blake, and the pirate cursed:

"Speak up or shut up!"

"Ah, the magic chaos here, Captain, they are destroying everything arrogantly, that's why it looks so bad here."

Xieyan laughed awkwardly and explained briefly.

"Blake! There are many weird spirits ahead!"

The warning voice of the female troll Warni echoed in the pirate's ears. She already had an extra spiritual beheading sword in her hand, and Manzur on the other side also grabbed two spiritual daggers.

"They are in a ghost state and can travel between different phases. Don't get close to them!"

The warnings from the two ghosts made Blake nod.

He grabbed the worn-out sword hilt from his waist and injected it with magic power. The burning flames formed a blazing long sword. The Devil's Strike dagger in his other hand was also stained with a layer of shadow blade.

Seeing the captain entering combat mode, Xie Yan quickly drew out his wand.

This orc warlock also made a fortune following his captain. The wand in his hand, the robe on his body, and the amulet around his neck were all high-quality goods obtained from the ancestor turtle.

Although I can’t afford epic equipment yet.

But wearing an environmentally friendly blue-green outfit is enough to crush a group of poor spellcasters in the real world.

"Buzz buzz"

Perhaps sensing the hostility of the pirates, groups of illusory ghosts appeared silently in the empty ruins of the town.

They remain in the same state they were in when they died.

Wearing farmer's clothes, they held the "artifact" pitchfork that made Blake's eyes widen in their hands, and some simply carried meat grinders and butcher knives for grinding meat.

They gathered like life-seeking ghosts one by one and quickly blocked the way to the mage tower.

They stared at the visitors in front of them with unkind expressions. Hundreds of ghosts gathered together, causing the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly.

These souls are very fierce.

Staying around Karazhan all year round, the dark magic escaping from the mage tower has obviously strengthened them, making them more difficult to deal with while retaining painful memories.

"The benevolent lord is holding a banquet, and the nobles do not want to be disturbed! Leave!"

A guy in front of the ghost who looked like a mayor said in a cold tone to the group of people in front of him:

"Unless you have an invitation from the lord. But judging from your poor appearance, you will definitely not have one. Get out! This is not the place for you mud-legged and stinky pirates."

"The quality of the people under Mr. Medivh's command is worrying. Look at that little mouth, it's as sweet as honey."

Blake grinned and said:

"No wonder he wants to turn you all into ghosts and undead. I guess he can't stand you guys with bad mouths."

"Captain, what's going on? How come these ghosts still remember the past?"

Warlock Xieyan asked softly:

"This is wrong, they shouldn't remember it."

"Where do you think we are going? An amusement park?"

The pirate explained to his stupid subordinate:

"Medivh unleashed magic here.

Even after his death, banquets were still being held here. These undead souls forced themselves to forget the reality that they were dead and turned a blind eye to the changes in the outside world.

They thought they were still alive and still serving their lords. And anyone who tries to tell them the truth will be mercilessly killed by them."

Blake glanced at the prosperous and abnormal abandoned garden outside the town, as well as the soil that was not fresh, and he curled his lips and said:

"He really knows how to recycle waste."

"Wow!"

Just as the two sides were confronting each other, the tight door of the mage tower a few hundred meters behind was pushed open from the inside amidst the sound of chains.

Hearing this sound, the ghost leaders immediately moved to both sides to clear the way.

They looked back. In front of the door pushed open by several ghost servants, on the nine steps, an undead man wearing a red butler uniform, his body decayed into a skeleton, but still walking gracefully, was walking slowly out.

Next to him, there was a fully armed undead knight wearing red armor, a tattered scarlet cloak, and holding a big sword to guard him.

"Ahem"

The old housekeeper, who still maintained his previous habit, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist into a fist, coughed twice in front of his mouth, and yelled in a hoarse and sinister voice:

"Discourteous! How dare you treat the mistress's distinguished guests so rudely! This really puts the master to shame, retreat! Go to the master's wine cellar, take out thirty-year-old wine, and send it to the banquet hall."

The group of ghost villagers who looked fierce just now dispersed like gray mice under the scolding of the old undead housekeeper.

The mayor who insulted Black even rubbed his hands, bent down, and apologized obsequiously.

Pirates are certainly very generous.

He waved his hand and told this guy to get out of here.

As a distinguished guest of Karazhan and a prince, he naturally had to show some style, but he was not in the mood to get angry with a dead man.

"Distinguished guests, please don't pay attention to the rudeness of these fools. Please come with me. The old mistress has arranged a grand banquet. I hope it can alleviate the anger in your hearts."

The old butler tried his best to show a welcoming smile, but his rotten face looked terrifying.

Black shrugged and waved his fingers, and four powerful orcs drove the carriage to the stables outside the main tower of Karazhan.

The undead guards beside the old housekeeper also came to help and carried down the coffin that was constantly shaking in the carriage.

"You are Mr. Atumen, the best hunter under Mr. Medivh, right?"

Blake was getting close to the undead knight.

He said:

"I heard that you personally hunted the food on the Star Mage's table for him?"

"Of course!"

The knight who managed the stables laughed when he heard Black's words. He said proudly:

"Every morning, I will control my beloved midnight and go out to hunt the freshest ingredients for my master. This is my honor as a hunter to serve my master.

I have never betrayed my master's trust. "

"Well, it sounds like you're really good at hunting."

Blake blinked and said:

"Don't look at me like this. I'm actually a ranger. I have time to compare notes, but I'm more interested in the war horse Midnight you mentioned.

I mean, can you give me your horse? "

"Ha, you want my horse?"

Hearing the pirate's rude request, the undead knight suddenly became angry, as if he had heard the most blasphemous words, and instantly drew his sword and wanted to fight Black.

He shouted:

"Midnight is my lifeblood! It's all I have left! You can't take away my midnight! You greedy villain! Why don't you take me away too?

If you want to steal my midnight, you have to step over my body!

bring it on!

Midnight, let's deal with this group

ah! "

Before Atumen could finish his words, Blake grabbed the soul-inducing lamp around his waist and pulled it out hard, causing the ghost of the hunter who was summoning his beloved horse to be pulled into the lamp.

His decayed body fell to the ground in an instant, and there was a scream of war horses in the stable.

"If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have thought that there was such an option."

The pirate reached out and flicked the soul-inducing lamp. In the crisp voice, he grinned and said to the struggling soul in the lamp:

"I have changed my mind, Lord Atumen."

"I don't want your horse anymore. I want you, a good hunter, and your beloved horse to serve me and hunt for me after midnight. Of course, I will apply to the Mistress of Karazhan."

You see, as a prince, I have a few incompetent and stupid orcs as my bodyguards. This is totally devoid of grace.

from now on!

As the Crown Prince of Kul Tiras, I canonize you as the Royal Hunter of Kul Tiras, and give you a genuine knighthood.

Sir Attumen, please do not refuse my offer. "