Though their meeting had been tense, Dick was not reckless enough to actually fight Meryl Winterstorm.
Whether he could win was another matter. There was really no conflict between them, so after a standoff lasting a dozen seconds, the old mage stepped aside and gestured for him to proceed.
Dick bent down, carefully picked up the Blue Flame Rose from the ground, blew off the bits of grass, and strode into the dark forest. Clutching his spellbook reluctantly, Med'an, who had taken a beating, followed Meryl and disappeared behind Dick.
Raven Hill Cemetery had occupied quite an extravagant amount of land in the game, but in the real world, its size exceeded even Dick's expectations. It was as large as a small town!
In the deep darkness, so many gravestones gathered together, coupled with the green ghost lights that occasionally flickered through the air, filled the place with forbidding coldness and fear! On his way from Stranglethorn Vale to Duskwood, Dick had heard the patrolling Kurzen soldiers say that undead had appeared here as well.
Dick silently sensed his surroundings. There were indeed scattered traces of undead, but they were probably all in the great Morninglight Forest tomb beneath the ground, a communal burial place for a small number of noble families of the Kingdom of Stormwind. As it happened, the naturally occurring undead awakened by the dark aura after the Darkness Veil spread into this forest had little to do with Arthas.
But Dick knew that soon, perhaps as early as next year, the real Undead Scourge would appear here. There would even be a strange lich, Morbent Fel, stationed here year-round. Later, the powerful undead Paladin Moradimm would also appear, striking terror into every novice player at the mere mention of his name. But honestly, even toward the