(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [1/5])
Lothar was grumbling and preparing to leave Karazhan.
The marshal's expression was a little depressed, a little angry, a little helpless, and finally mixed with a trace of confusion and helplessness. After all, who kind of person came to treat a disease and somehow got a fiancée that he couldn't refuse?
Although getting married and giving away an empire sounds very exciting, but what?
Do you think I, Anduin Lothar, was born to eat soft food and eat the holy body?
After all, he is a kingdom marshal with ambitions. Even if he wants to rebuild Second Empire, he hopes to use his own hands to complete it, rather than using the strange method of exerting force on his lower body.
But the problem is that he can't defeat any of the four old men, nor can he even argue. The truths pressed down by the four people standing on the moral high ground are so heavy that Lothar almost convinced himself when he went to sleep.
Alas, things are hard.
His Warriors were already outside the tower preparing to leave, but the marshal himself had to pay homage to his sworn brother's Ashes Urn before setting off to return to the Redridge Mountains.
Aegwynn has not yet buried Medivh, but Lothar hopes to take this altar of ashes back to Northshire Abbey, where Medivh was born and grew up. He hopes that his brother will eventually return to his roots.
Although what Medivh did is indeed disgraceful, Lothar believes that his will to bring back unity is absolutely pure.
Just as Lady Aegwynn said, Astral Mage must have guessed everything that happened today, but he still did it without hesitation, and shouldered all the punishment to stay in the past, but left the key to the future to his two brothers.
From an axiomatic point of view, Lothar wants to curse Medivh for its madness.
But from a personal perspective, he couldn't say anything to complain.
"Diakum, please come with me before you leave. Mother Aegwynn has prepared a set of War Armor and matching weapons for you before leaving, as compensation for the equipment you lost when fighting the incarnation of Dark Titan."
The haggard old butler Moroes politely invited Vigilant to accept his "dungeon clearance reward". Diakum did not refuse. His current strength has seriously declined, and he still has 29 days of weakness, which will be very difficult in the war era.
In this case, in addition to relying on one's own combat skills and experience, a good set of armor is also a necessary defensive method. It is very simple and simple to make up for the lack of equipment with insufficient attributes.
That thing was placed on the dance floor in the Karazhan front hall. In the past, this place was always crowded with guests, and many high-class people from all over the world danced here Pianpian. But today, the front hall was extremely gloomy, and just walking into it made people feel uncomfortable.
"The escape of some dangerous creatures inside this tower has filled it with an uneasy atmosphere, which requires a caregiver who is proficient in magic seals to take care of it on a daily basis."
Dick casually released Solar Blinding Light to dispel the cold power. He reminded:
"If left alone for a long time, many spirits will breed here, and the nearby Morgan Crypt will also be affected and become a place of the dead. More importantly, Karazhan's "Inverted Tower" hidden in the shadows has been purified by me, but it is made of forbidden power after all, and it still needs proper maintenance and care."
"Thank you for the reminder, I will arrange for someone to do these things."
Moroes nodded.
The old butler wearing the mage's emblem didn't seem to intend to talk too much with the foreign country Saint on these matters. He stretched out his hand and made a greeting gesture, pointing to the equipment box with Lion engraved in front of him, and said:
"This set of War Armor was personally built by the owner of Medivh. He used the purest demonized Adamantite and mithril to shape it, and also used his own magical attainments to enchant it. It was originally the armor left by the owner for Lothar to conquer the continent and rebuild the empire.
But now it seems that you may need it more than Lothar.
Mistress Aegwynn gave it to you as a gift, hoping that you can protect Lothar from this approaching disaster."
Dick nodded.
Since he agreed to Aegwynn to be a bodyguard for Lothar for a period of time, of course he would go all out. Then he stepped forward and opened the equipment box, and then saw two very familiar huge shoulder armors.
This thing is white gold in color, with a lifelike Lion head carved on the thick shoulder armor. Similar decorations are all over the entire set of War Armor, symbolizing Medivh's hope that his brave brother can become the king of Lion who leads the lions.
The full-covered battle helmet and a complete set of lined chain armor ensure that War Armor is comfortable to wear, and the ribbon decorated with fine blue magic silk makes it full of nobility. To be honest, such a beautifully crafted armor looks like ceremonial armor, but Medivh uses its superb skills to make it have both combat and ceremonial functions.
Diakum is very satisfied with the vigorous artistic style of this set of War Armor. More importantly, this thing was the most commonly used "transformation" in his plate armor profession in his previous life.
He would like to call it the One thing in the bad version that is so bright that you can't put it down.
Well, tied for first place with Twilight Cannon.
He stretched out his hand to check the attributes of this set of War Armor, and was surprised to find that this thing was actually a "growth-type" equipment. Medivh had engraved a complete set of energy enchantments on it, so that it could continuously strengthen itself according to the user's release of power. Some of the forbidden power belonging to Dark Titan might also be used.
At the very least, it would be difficult for a mortal to forge such amazing weapons.
With the help of Moroes, Diakum quickly put on the War Armor named "Lion's Roar". He buckled the full-coverage helmet on his head. Covering his face and wearing Disguise Brooch, he became an "obscure" Champion of the Kingdom who wears magic weapons to adapt to his new identity as Lothar's bodyguard.
However, he has no use for the weapons that come with this set of War Armor.
The gorgeous one-handed sword and Lion's Shield card can also serve as defenders, but the matching "Lionheart Executioner" holy sword should be left to Lothar.
The Flame Blade that I temporarily kept is much better than it, and if the journey from Lelan to Northern Borderlands goes smoothly, then the return of Ashbringer is only a matter of time.
The black Wolf Pelt Cloak re-covered Lionheart Battle Armor's shoulder armor. Dick wrapped himself up and wore the sword and shield behind his back.
He carried the Lionheart Executioner giant sword and prepared to meet Lothar and leave, but after taking a few steps, he turned around and made a loud sound from under his helmet, saying to the haggard Moroes:
"The bottle of poison in your arms shouldn't be prepared for yourself, right? After we leave, when you are the only one left in this tower, you won't commit suicide here by taking poison, right?"
You know, without the guidance of Black Wolf God, even if you go to the Other Side, you will not be able to meet your master."
Moroes stopped packing.
Then he sighed and said:
"But this is my duty, foreign Saint.
A long time ago, when I was just an unknown mage apprentice Dalaran, the matron Aegwynn who wanted to settle down valued my loyalty. After she married the old master Aran, I have been taking care of their lives.
After the master Medivh was born, I raised him single-handedly.
You can't expect two Grand Magus people who have spent the first half of their lives studying how to make bigger fireballs to do such delicate work."
He smiled, raised his head and looked at this lonely hall, his eyes filled with the beauty of his master and guests drinking and drinking together, and he said:
"Under the control of the evil god, Master Medivh became depressed after accidentally killing the old master Aran. His only friends were Lothar and Llane. Since he came to Karazhan, he has been accompanied by books and knowledge.
I have heard him "quarrel" with myself countless times, and I thought it was just because he was too lonely.
So I invited the nobles of Brightwood to the party without permission, I wanted to make him feel less lonely.
The effect is remarkable.
During every big banquet, Medivh's master said he hated the noise, but every time he would spend fulfilling days and nights in the happy banquet. He even indulged in it. The longest time he didn't touch any grimoire for three months.
I know that he doesn't like drinking with those hypocritical nobles, he just hates the evil thoughts when he is alone.
I thought things would get better like this.
But.
But I haven't been able to discover his real problem. Mistress Aegwynn, old master Aran and master Medivh all regard me as family. I should have fulfilled my duties and obligations, but I neglected my duty.
I believe that everything the owner of Medivh does is to fulfill his duty as a guardian, but he should not bear the heavy pain alone. I don't know what is happening in the world of the Other Side, but judging from your previous description, it is not a good place where people can feel comfortable.
Me!
I want to take care of him. Even if it takes ten years and a hundred years to travel, I must find the master of Medivh. He has been afraid of loneliness the most since he was a child. With me, an old servant, by his side, he can at least find a sense of home in a foreign land.
Do you want to stop me?"
He looked back at Diakum and said seriously:
"Are you going to prevent me from fulfilling the most important and perhaps the One duty of my life?"
"Whether it is as Holy Light Priest, as an opponent of fate, or even as a passing good person, I have enough reasons to convince myself to prevent your suicide."
Diakum shook his head and said:
"Not only because you just wasted your life in vain, but a soul as loyal as you will only go to the "heaven" in people's imagination to be blessed after death, and will not go to the same place as Medivh.
World of Death's country has strict boundaries, which is a more difficult cage to cross than Mortal realm's class.
And because if you really want to make Medivh feel happy, you actually have a better way.
Mr. Moroes, you remind me of "Bat Saint and his legendary butler".
That is a story that happened on a certain planet at the other end of the distant star sea. It is one of the anecdotes shared by a certain Eredar clan to other clans. Since you have decided to die, why not give me some time to finish telling you this story."
"Please."
Moroes said:
"It would be nice to send me off with a story from a distant world."
Diakum spent some time describing the story that happened in the "other world" to Moroes. Of course, it was impossible to tell all of it. After all, it was too long and could make another urban legend. He only picked out the important ones.
"The Bat Assassin has been away from home for more than ten years. He used his own way to forge himself into an invincible demigod in the darkness. He is determined to return to the city of sin and use his own hands to execute the justice he has learned.
He originally thought that his home had been abandoned because of his departure.
However, when he left the secret realm of practice and arrived at the teleportation point, he was greeted by the old housekeeper who had watched him grow up.
The old man had enough power and ability to find him, but he didn't do it.
He just stayed at home and waited silently. He knew that his young master would definitely return home one day in the future. He had been making various preparations, from sophisticated weapons to powerful magical artifacts to exaggerated engineering chariots.
He has prepared all the logistics for his young master that can be used to achieve justice, just so that when he finally returns home, he can fulfill his destiny without any distractions."
Diakum looked at Moroes and said:
"I'm not suggesting that you become another "Alfred", I just want to tell you that if one day in the future Medivh really returns to Mortal realm from death, how lonely he will be when he sees the dilapidated Karazhan, when he walks around but can no longer find that familiar face.
Medivh is the guardian, and the country is facing 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 hometown in their entire lives.
But although Medivh has left, Karazhan is still there.
This Mage Tower has enough power to protect the town at its feet, and you are also a mage."
Dick stopped clicking, waved his hand and said:
"As Holy Light said, good people should make good use of every opportunity to promote their virtues. As Void said, vigilant people should be alert to every approach of evil 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 trace of dignity for him, and use practical actions to help his master wash away even a trace of his guilt, so that he can be honest when he returns.
It's time for me to leave.
Good luck to you, Sir Alf Rend No, Moroes."
Diakum made a Eredar farewell etiquette, turned around and strode out of the front hall.
Lothar and others were already waiting there, and Karazhan's original "security captain", the hunter master Attumen who had the same responsibilities as former Diakum, and a small group of knights under his command were also recruited by Lothar to go to the battlefield.
After Diakum left, Moroes stood in the empty front hall. He took out the bottle of poison taken from Medivh's alchemy room in his arms.
He opened the lid and was sniffing it when he heard a roar.
"No! Moroes, what are you doing!"
Khadgar flashed over and slapped the poison bottle away from the old butler's hand. He grabbed Moroes's collar and screamed:
"Medivh is gone, are you going to leave us too? He left me the key to the tower. I need your help to suppress the various dangerous things in this tower. We must complete this matter as soon as possible. I am going to assist Lothar in the fight against Green Skins."
Moroes stared at the young Khadgar in front of him.
As the person closest to Medivh, he knew that Medivh had no intention of accepting a disciple until he met Khadgar, the "little spy".
Thinking again of the story that the foreigner Saint told himself just now, which didn't look like a made-up story, Moroes snorted, stretched out his hand to push Khadgar's hand away, straightened his robe, and said:
"Then take action! There are many things to do today. First, you have to follow me to visit the old master Aran, but he is confused, so you have to be careful, Robin."
"Huh? What kind of weird name is that?"
Khadgar asked in confusion. Moroes didn't explain much. He just held his casting dagger and quickly led him away from here.
Medivh The master has left, but he will come back. His duty is to ensure that when he comes back, this tower will be as warm as home. Yes, that is something only you can do.
"When you come over later, give me something to give to Mr. Diakum."
He turned back to Khadgar and said:
"Consider it a reward for hearing a good story."
"What? You said you found a strange place?"
Black Morass The Dragonmaw Fortress temporarily formed on the mountain are actually several huge dragon lairs. The somewhat tired Zuluhed looked at the Green Skins Wolf Rider in front of him with a gloomy expression, which he had never seen before.
The latter took out the tattered map and stammered to the fierce Chieftain:
"Right here, in the remote ravine of the Redridge Mountains! There is a strange big cover there! I was forced there to fight with the human cavalry, and accidentally discovered it. There was a collapsed tower in the cover, and there was something very scary inside.
My Dire Wolf doesn't even dare to get close!
I heard from your subordinate Warlock's complaint that you have been looking for the treasure hidden in the Redridge Mountains. I think that thing may be in that light mask.
It's very remote and inaccessible."
"Huh? This place. Hey, I seem to have ignored it before."
Zuluhed looked at the punctuation points on the map.
The sleeping dragon behind him also opened his eyes and glanced at it, and said to Zuluhed in the language of his heart:
"No, it's not that we ignored it! You idiot, didn't you notice? Before this lucky guy Green Skins told me about this place, we didn't even realize it existed! It was a high-level dragon language magic that made us subconsciously ignore it every time we looked for it.
Hum hum, Dragon Soul must be there!
But the red dragon must have arranged strong guards, and we have to prepare a lot before we can get through."
"Then go find Orgrim Great Chieftain."
Zuluhed made a weird laugh and said:
"Anyway, those little Green Skins sent a few ships of food today, which is enough for the pioneers. It's time to start the war! Let the horn of war ring throughout this human country!"