Dawn of Lordaeron

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The blue flame in Orgrim's eyes burned brighter, allowing him to see clearly in the dark.

"No one has been here in this tower for nearly twenty years. It's a strange thing to have a torch on." Lothar said naturally, until he saw the fire on the other side of the dark corridor.

"Then tell me, what's the situation over there?" Orgrim pointed at the end of the corridor where the torch was burning, and the two of them even heard the faint sound of songs and instruments.

Lothar rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken, and after a while, he whispered, "Damn...there is the place leading to the banquet hall on the first floor... It seems that Medivh’s death also caused this tower. Caught in a curse."

"Fortunately, we went up to Medivh's library."

Lothar took Orgrim to the side of the spiral staircase that seemed to extend upwards endlessly. The old wooden ladder seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the two in armor. Every step on it would make a guilty sound.

The crumbling wooden ladder and handrails forced Lothar and Orgrim to move very carefully, for fear that even if they stepped heavily on them, they would fall directly downstairs from here.

However, what I was afraid of, maybe Orgrim was an orc, and the weight of the stairs itself did not take him into consideration, plus the disrepair for a long time, when stepping on the next step, the fragile wooden board broke.

"Crack!"

Orgrim's body was out of balance, half of his calf was directly stuck in the wooden board, and the orc quickly grasped the stone wall instead of choosing the same fragile handrail.

It took a long time for the broken wooden board to make a muffled sound of colliding with the ground. Medivh’s mage tower seemed to have extraordinary magical power echoing in every inch of space, making the actual distance much farther than it looked at. .

Orgrim’s face remained unchanged, his body was pulled back onto the stairs as soon as he grasped the wall with his five fingers. He was silent for a while before saying, “The height of this tower seems to be higher than it looks from the outside. many."

"Yes, not only the height, but the space inside is much larger than it looks outside. Medivh's library alone is probably about the same size as an urban area in Stormwind."

It took a lot of work for the two of them to finish this dilapidated staircase. When they stood on the stone ground, their hanging hearts were also let go.

Karazhan was always weird. The two death knights were unwilling to stay in this ghost place. They just wanted to find what Arthas needed as soon as possible and leave quickly, so as not to have another incident.

However, when they had just passed through a hall with strange statues and entered an extremely wide corridor, the tall icy stone statue at the end of the corridor attracted Lothar's attention.

He grabbed Orgrim, who was still moving forward, which made the orc asked with some confusion, "What's the matter?"

"Wait...I look familiar with that statue." Lothar observed the surroundings, smashed the bricks on the ground with a sword, and kicked it into the open space in front of him with his feet.

Before the broken bricks fell to the ground, nothing unusual happened. But when the bricks fell to the ground, the thick blue-violet lightning flashed from the reliefs on both sides of the corridor, crushing the hard stones into.

"Is it a magic trap?"

Orgrim looked at the shattered bricks and motioned to destroy the magic devices on both sides.

"No...not just a magic trap..." Lothar's gaze kept looking at the huge statue at the end of the corridor. He felt that the arcane energy seemed to be activated, pouring toward the statue.Tomb Novel Network www.daomuxswxs.com

The eyes of that huge white stone sculpture flashed with azure blue light, and the arm that had been hanging down was lifted up a little bit, and the movement became agile.

"Unauthorized intruders are found, the'curator' is ready to initiate a backup plan."

The mechanical voice without the slightest emotion pierced the empty corridor, and the two palms of the tall structure [the curator] slapped together, igniting dense arcane lightning, taking the entire corridor as if As bright as day.

Orgrim raised his hand to block the raging lightning storm, and wanted to know what the backup plan was.

"Backup? What is that!"

"I don't know! But it definitely doesn't mean being friendly-ready to fight!"

Lothar swung the long sword in his hand, splitting the blue arcane energy, and the aftermath of the impact tore the floor tiles beside him. "This is Medivh’s magic structure. We can’t get around it to take Mediv. Wen's collection!"

"Hmph, get it, tell me, what is the weakness of this big rock!"

"Have you seen the arcane crystals on it? That is the node through which it connects energy. Every time it destroys one, a part of its body will stop moving!"

After listening to Lothar's explanation, Orgrim held the warhammer and raised the dark green magic shield. Against the arcane storm triggered by the curator's body, the distance between one person and one structure was shrinking sharply.

The curator also realized that this seemingly small guy was a great threat to him, and he raised his stone palm and slapped it heavily on the ground.

The ground trembled like an earthquake under the curator's heavy blow, and Orgrim's movement was also hindered. He had to slow down to avoid falling or revealing flaws.

However, the curator's attack was more than just this one. The huge arcane energy in its body spewed out, following the conduction of the ground, it condensed into a large number of arcane creatures in front of Orgrim.

These magical creatures are composed of pure energy and are the nightmare of all professions lacking magical attack methods-but in the database that Medivh gave to the curator, there is no record of such a profession as [Death Knight].

The power of runes rose, and the mighty power from death was wrapped around Orgrim's warhammer. He wielded the heavy rune warhammer as usual. Those arcane creatures were under the control of the curator. Grim.

In the curator’s perception, such melee attacks cannot threaten the elemental creatures at all, but when Orgrim’s warhammer falls on those arcane creatures, they are a good expression of the "vulnerability". word.

The power of death eroded the structure of arcane creatures at the moment of contact, destroying the purity of their energy, leaving them in a state of disorder.

Such chaos is not something these temporarily created arcane creatures can withstand. The crystalline energy in their bodies is quickly corroded and becomes as fragile as glass.

Orgrim ignored the damage of the arcane energy, directly inserted his hand into the body of an arcane terror, and squeezed its dim core with a five-finger grip.

Seeing that a few magical creatures could not pose a threat to Orgrim, the curator wanted to launch an offensive when Orgrim hadn't completely solved the trouble, but a figure appeared in its scanning range like falling from the sky.

Lothar was holding the rune sword upside down, and with the momentum falling from the sky, he sent the blade straight into the crystal on the curator's left shoulder.

The two forces suddenly clashed in the delicate crystal, but within the blink of an eye, a spider-web-like crack appeared on the surface of the hard arcane crystal.