Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 199: 22. The Bat Sage Medivh and His Legendary Afumoros - More Updates [15]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [1/5])
Lothar was ready to leave Karazhan with a lot of complaints.

The Marshal's expression was a little depressed, a little angry, a little helpless, and finally mixed with a hint of confusion and helplessness. After all, what kind of good man came to treat an illness and inexplicably got a fiancée who could not be refused?

Although giving an empire as a gift for marriage sounds very exciting, how?

Do you think I, Anduin Lothar, am a born gigolo?

After all, he is a kingdom marshal with aspirations. Even if he wants to rebuild the Second Empire, he hopes to accomplish it with his own hands rather than using the strange method of using force from his lower body.

But the problem was that he could neither beat any of the four old men nor win an argument. The principles they exhorted from their moral high ground were so heavy that Lothar almost convinced himself while he slept.

Alas, life is difficult.

His warriors were already outside the tower, preparing to depart, but the Marshal himself had to pay respect to the urn of his sworn brother before setting out back to Redridge Mountains.

Aegwynn has not buried Medivh yet, and Lothar wants to take the ashes back to Northshire Monastery, where Medivh was born and grew up. He hopes that his brother can finally return to his roots.

Although what Medivh did was indeed dishonorable, Lothar believed that his will to restore unity was absolutely pure.

Just as Lady Aegwynn said, the Astro Mage must have guessed everything that would happen today, but he still did it without hesitation. He took all the punishment on his own, leaving himself in the past, but leaving the key to the future to his two brothers.

From an axiomatic perspective, Lothar should curse Medivh's madness.

But personally, he couldn't complain.

"Mr. Diakum, please follow me before you leave. Madam Aegwynn has prepared a set of battle armor and accompanying weapons for you as compensation for the equipment you lost in your battle against the incarnation of the Dark Titan."

The haggard old butler Moros politely invited the Sentinel to come and receive his "copy clearance reward". Diakum did not refuse. His strength has declined seriously, and he still has 29 days of weakness, which will be difficult to endure in the war era.

In this case, in addition to relying on your own combat skills and experience, a good set of armor is also a necessary means of defense. It is a simple and plain truth that if the attributes are not enough, you can make up for it with equipment.

The thing was placed on the dance floor in the lobby of Karazhan. In the past, this place was always crowded with guests, and many upper-class people from all over the world danced here, but today the lobby was extremely gloomy, and just walking into it made people feel uncomfortable.

"The escape of certain dangerous creatures from within this tower has filled it with an atmosphere of unease. It requires the daily care of a caretaker proficient in magical seals."

Dick casually released a scorching sun to dispel the cold power and warned:

"If left unattended for too long, this place will breed many spirits, and the nearby Morgan's Tomb will be affected and become a place of death. More importantly, although the 'Reverse Tower' hidden in the shadows of Karazhan has been purified by me, it is, after all, forged from forbidden power and still requires proper care and maintenance."

"Thank you for your reminder. I will arrange for someone to do these things."

Moros nodded.

The old steward wearing the mage's emblem didn't seem to want to discuss these matters too much with the foreign saint. He extended his hand in a gesture of invitation, pointed to the equipment box in front of him with a lion carving, and said:

"This armor was crafted by Master Medivh himself. He fashioned it from the purest demonized adamantine and mithril, and enchanted it with his own magical prowess. It was originally meant for Sir Lothar to conquer the continent and rebuild his empire.

But now it seems that you may need it more than Sir Lothar.

Matron Aegwynn gave it to you in the hope that you would protect Ser Lothar from the impending disaster."

Dick nodded.

Since he had promised Aegwynn to be Lothar's bodyguard for a period of time, he would of course do his best. He then stepped forward and opened the equipment box, and then saw two very familiar huge shoulder armors.

This thing is platinum in color, with a lifelike lion head carved on the heavy shoulder armor. Similar decorations are spread all over the entire set of armor, symbolizing Medivh's hope that his brave brother can become the lion king leading the lion group.

The full-coverage helmet and a complete set of lined chain mail ensure that the armor is comfortable to wear, while the ribbon embellished with fine blue magic silk makes it full of nobility. To be honest, such exquisitely made armor is very similar to ceremonial armor, but Medivh used his superb skills to make it have both combat and ceremonial functions.

Diakum was very satisfied with the majestic artistic style of this battle armor. More importantly, this thing was the most commonly used "transmogrification" in his plate armor profession in his previous life.

He would call it the only bright thing in that terrible version that was so attractive that he couldn't put it down.

Well, tied for first place with Twilight Cannon.

He stretched out his hand to check the properties of the armor, and was surprised to find that this thing was actually a "growth-type" equipment. Medivh had engraved a whole set of energy enchantments on it, allowing it to continuously strengthen itself according to the power released by the user. Perhaps some of the forbidden powers of the Dark Titan were also used in it.

At the very least, it is difficult for mortals to forge such amazing weapons.

With the help of Moros, Diakum quickly put on the armor called "Lion's Roar". He put the full-coverage helmet on his head to cover his face, and matched it with the phantom brooch to transform himself into an "unknown" warrior of the kingdom wearing magical weapons, so as to adapt to his new identity as Lothar's bodyguard.

However, he couldn't use the weapons that came with this set of armor.

The gorgeous one-handed sword and lion shield can also be used as defenders, but the matching "Lionheart Slayer" holy sword should be left to Lothar.

The Flame Blade that he temporarily kept was much better than it, and if Leilan's journey to the Northern Frontier went smoothly, then the return of the Ashbringer would only be a matter of time.

The black wolfskin cloak was put back on the shoulder armor of the lion armor. Dick wrapped himself up and put his sword and shield behind him.

He was holding the Lionheart Slayer greatsword and was about to join Lothar and leave, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and spoke in a muffled voice from under his helmet, saying to the haggard Moros:
"That bottle of poison in your arms isn't for yourself, is it? After we leave, when you're the only one left in this tower, you won't commit suicide by taking poison here, will you?
You know, without the guidance of the Black Wolf God, even if you reach the other side, you will not be able to meet your master."

Moros paused in packing his things.

Then he sighed and said:
“But this is my duty, Saint of the Gentiles.

Long ago, when I was just an unknown mage apprentice in Dalaran, Mistress Aegwynn, who wanted to settle down, valued my loyalty. After she married the old master of Elan, I have been taking care of their lives.

After Master Medivh was born, I raised him single-handedly.

You can't expect two great wizards who have spent the first half of their lives figuring out how to create bigger fireballs to do such delicate work.

He smiled, raised his head and looked at the desolate hall, his eyes filled with the beauty of his host and guests toasting each other. He said:
"Master Medivh, manipulated by the evil god, accidentally killed old Master Elan and became depressed. His only friends are Lothar and Llane. Since he came to Karazhan, he has been accompanied by books and knowledge.

I have heard him arguing with himself countless times, and I thought he was just too lonely.

So I invited the nobles of Sunshine Forest to the party without their permission. I wanted to make him feel less lonely.

The effect is remarkable.

During every big banquet, Master Medivh said that he hated noise, but he would spend fulfilling days and nights in happy feasts. He was even addicted to it. The longest time he didn't touch any magic book was three months.

I know that he doesn't like drinking with those hypocritical nobles, he just hates evil thoughts when he is alone.

I thought things would get better.

but.
But I haven't been able to find his real problem. Mistress Aegwynn, Old Master Elan and Master Medivh all regard me as family. I should have fulfilled my duties and obligations, but I failed.

I believe that everything Master Medivh did was to fulfill his duties as a guardian, but he shouldn't have to bear that heavy pain alone. I don't know what's happening in the other world, but from your previous description, it doesn't seem like a comfortable place.

I!
I will go and take care of him. Even if it takes me ten or a hundred years of journey, I will definitely find Master Medivh. He has been afraid of loneliness since he was a child. With an old servant like me by his side, he can at least find a little sense of home in this foreign land.

Are you going to stop me?"

He turned to look at Diakam and said seriously, "Are you going to stop me from fulfilling the most important and perhaps only duty in my life?"

"Whether as a Holy Light priest, as someone who defies fate, or even as a kind person passing by, I have enough reasons to convince myself to stop your suicide."

Diakum shook his head and said:
"Not only is your life wasted, but a soul as devoted to duty as yours will only go to the imagined 'heaven' after death. It won't go to the same place as Medivh.

The kingdoms in the world of death are strictly divided, and it is a cage that is more difficult to cross than the classes in the human world.

Moreover, if you really want to make Medivh feel relieved, you actually have a better way.

Mr. Moros, you remind me of 'The Bat Sage and His Legendary Butler'.

It's a story that happened on a planet far away in the starry sea. It's one of the interesting stories that one Eredar clan shared with other clans. Since you've decided to die, why not give me some time to finish telling you this story?

"Please."

Moros said:

"It would be nice to send me off with a story from a distant and alien world."

Diakum spent some time describing the story that took place in the "other world" to Moros. Of course, he couldn't tell it all. After all, it was too long to be a whole urban legend. He only talked about the important parts.

"The Bat Assassin has been away from home for over a decade. He has forged himself into an invincible demigod in his own way in the darkness. He is determined to return to the city of sin and use his own hands to enforce the justice he has come to understand.

He thought his home had become desolate because of his departure.

However, when he left the secret realm of cultivation and arrived at the teleportation point, he was greeted by the old butler who had watched him grow up.

The old man had enough power and ability to find him, but he didn't.

He just stayed at home and waited silently. He knew that his young master would definitely come back home one day in the future. He had been making various preparations, from sophisticated weapons to powerful magic artifacts, to exaggerated engineering chariots.

He prepared all the necessary logistics for his young master to achieve justice, so that when he finally returned home, he could focus on fulfilling his destiny."

Diakum looked at Moros and said:
"I'm not suggesting you become another 'Afu'. I just want to tell you that if one day in the future Medivh really returns from the dead, when he sees the dilapidated Karazhan and walks around but can no longer find that familiar face, how lonely he would be.

Medivh is the Guardian, and the nation faces war.

I can tell you clearly that the innocent people on this land will have to go through a painful journey, and many of them may never be able to return to their hometowns in their lifetime.

But even though Medivh is gone, Karazhan is still there.

This wizard tower is powerful enough to protect the town below it, and you are also a wizard."

Dick stopped talking and waved his hand.

"As the Holy Light says, good people should take every opportunity to promote virtue. As the Void says, vigilant people should be alert to every trace of evil approaching in the shadows.

If Medivh is no longer able to fulfill his duties, then his loyal old butler may be able to preserve the last bit of dignity for him and use practical actions to help his master wash away even a trace of guilt, so that he can return with a clear conscience.

It's time for me to leave.

Good luck to you, Alfred, no, Mr. Moros."

Diakum performed the Eredar farewell ceremony, turned and strode out of the front hall.

Lothar and others were already waiting there, and Karazhan's original "security captain", the hunter master Atumen, who had the same duties as Diak'um in the past, and a small group of knights under his command were also recruited by Lothar to go to the battlefield.

After Diakum left, Moros stood in the empty lobby and took out the bottle of poison he had taken from Medivh's alchemy room.

He unscrewed the lid and was sniffing when he heard a roar.

"No! Moros, what are you doing!?"

Khadgar flashed over and slapped the poison bottle out of the old butler's hand. He grabbed Moros by the collar and screamed:
"Now that Medivh is gone, are you leaving us too? He left me the key to the tower, and I need your help to suppress the various dangerous things in the tower. We must complete this task as soon as possible, as I'm going to help Sir Lothar fight the greenskins."

Moros stared at the young Khadgar in front of him.

As the person closest to Medivh, he knew that Medivh had never thought of taking an apprentice until he met Khadgar, the "little spy".

Thinking back to the story the foreign saint had just told him, which didn't seem like a fabrication, Moros snorted, reached out to push Khadgar's hand away, straightened his robe, and said:
"Then get moving! There's a lot to do today. First, you have to come with me to visit old Master Elan, but he's in a daze, so you have to be careful, Robin."

"Huh? What kind of weird name is that?"

Khadgar asked in confusion. Moros didn't explain much, but just held his spell dagger and quickly took him away.

Master Medivh has left, but he will come back. It is my duty to ensure that when he returns, this tower is as warm as home. Yes, that is something only I can do.

"When you go there later, please give something to Lord Diakum for me."

He turned back to Khadgar and said:

"Consider it your reward for a good story."

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"What? You said you found a strange place?"

The Dragonmaw Fortress, which was temporarily built on the mountain of the Black Swamp, was actually the nest of several huge dragons. The somewhat tired Zuluhed looked gloomily at the green-skinned wolf cavalryman in front of him whom he had never seen before.

The latter took out a tattered map and stammered to the fierce chief:
"Right here, in a remote ravine in the Redridge Mountains! There's a strange, large enclosure! I stumbled upon it while fighting human cavalry and was forced there. Inside that enclosure lies a collapsed tower, and something terrifying lies within.

My wargs wouldn't even come close!
I heard from the complaints of your warlocks that you have been looking for the treasure hidden in the Red Ridge Mountains. I think that thing may be in that light shield.

It’s very remote and impassable.”

"Hmm? This place...hiss, I think I really overlooked it before."

Zuluhed looked at the dots on the map.

The sleeping dragon behind him also opened his eyes and took a look, then spoke to Zuluhed in his mind:
"No, it's not that we overlooked it! You idiot, didn't you notice? Before this lucky greenskin told me about this place, we didn't even realize it existed! It was high-level dragon language magic that made us subconsciously ignore it every time we searched for it.
Humph, the dragon soul must be there!

But the Red Dragon must have arranged strong guards, so we need to prepare before we can get through."

"Then go find Chieftain Orgrim."

Zuluhed laughed strangely and said:

"Anyway, those little greenskins sent over several ships of food today, more than enough for the pioneers. It's time to go to war! Let the horn of war resound throughout this human kingdom!"

(End of this chapter)