The unknown demonic energy fluctuated slightly, with different lengths between the peaks and troughs. It was not something that humans could control.
Also, it was a language of Eredar, commonly known as the demonic language.
This would definitely stump 99.99% of the Mages in the world, but not Duque. That was because Duque had the system elf. This kind of unchanging question and answer every five minutes, even though there were extremely complicated fluctuations, these fluctuations were unchanging.
When the system elf repeatedly assured Duque that it could perfectly imitate it, Duque smiled at Lothar.
"I can use a little trick that only Mages know to hide from Medivh for a while. I think before we get close enough to Medivh, no matter how many of his men we kill, he won't notice. "
Lothar's eyes lit up when he heard this.
If he could get close to Medivh, he might have a chance. What was most afraid of? Being drowned by endless demons before they could see Medivh.
He and his men were very strong.
No matter how strong they were, they were still human. As long as they were human, they would be tired and prone to mistakes. It could be said that the longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.
Duque's appearance directly reversed this point.
"Okay, come with me." Duque waved his hand.
"No, let's go together." Lothar held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right.
Duque suddenly noticed that Lothar's sword seemed to be fundamentally different from the one he usually held.
"This is …"
"It's an ancestral thing. But it should be quite useful, "Lothar said casually.
Duque's mouth opened wide. If he hadn't been barely able to control himself, he would have probably screamed.
Who was Lothar's ancestor? The former ruler of the Seven Kingdoms — Thoradin The Great!
An ancestral treasure sword? Wasn't that the Emperor's Sword?
As if he had seen through Duque's surprise, Lothar said indifferently, "It's not as mysterious as you think. However, taking this sword out at ordinary times will indeed provoke the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom. "
Duque did not dare to ask any more questions. If he did, it would be Lothar's dark history. In fact, Duque couldn't understand why a descendant of Thoradin The Great would become a subordinate of House Wrynn.
Duque brought Lothar and the others into Karazhan.
Almost as soon as he stepped through the back door, Duque felt something was wrong. It was a feeling of chaos, as if time and space had been reversed.
No matter how one looked at it, this was inevitable.
In the Primordial Era, an unknown explosion occurred in the southern section of the Redridge Mountain Range, forming a crater, which was the current Upwind Trail. The space-time in the middle of the crater turned illusory, folded, and became a space-time node in the universe, connecting many other worlds and the distorted void.
Countless years later, the Astral Mage Medivh was attracted by the space-time characteristics here. In order to study this place for a long time, he built a tower in the center of the node and settled down. This was today's Tower of Karazhan. King Laing of Stormwind granted this place to Medivh and gave him the title of "Karazhan's Master."
After integrating the power of Medivh, the Guardian of Azeroth, the Tower of Karazhan gradually merged with the space-time node, and the tower itself became a part of this special space-time. This folded and distorted space-time was also the cause of Karazhan's illusions. Karazhan's illusions were not illusions or ghosts, but real, fragments of the past and future. They were involved in the chaotic space-time and appeared in places that should not be.
So, in Karazhan, there would be many unreasonable things.
For example, all he could see now were books. There were all kinds of books, not just magic books, but also a large number of humanities, geography, and history books.
But these were all visual illusions.
"Listen, follow me and step on a math book."
"Math book?" Lothar was puzzled.
"If you don't want to fly to another planet the next moment, follow me." Duque carefully jumped on the 'books' scattered on the ground.
If it wasn't for the system elf's scan, he would have thought that these were just ordinary books. After the system scan, he was shocked to find that most of the ground here was actually an illusion. If he took one wrong step and was lucky, he might be able to return to Earth. If he was unlucky … uh, that mutilated corpse of an unknown race over there ended up like that. Half of its body was cut off in a circular arc.
The group of guys followed Duque, jumping left and right for a few minutes before leaving this area.
Although it was a bit funny for a group of big men wearing armor and carrying long swords to jump around, this kind of deadly situation was really not funny. The only good thing was that it seemed that no one who came in was left behind.
Then, when Duque led the way through the illusion of a bookshelf, Duque's expression changed slightly.
He saw a downward ramp. Below the ramp, there was a faint smell of sulfur.
"What? Did you think of something? "
"Satyr! And it's the Satyr that attracts imps, uh, imps. "Duque almost blurted out Tristan Darkhoof's name.
As a very powerful Earth Mage, Duque knew where his limits were. Although his casting ability had surpassed many Sky Mages, he was still essentially an Earth Mage.
He didn't know what level he was in the original game. He only knew that Karazhan wasn't a good place for newbies to play.
In a sense, he didn't know how many levels he had skipped to come to Karazhan.
If it was simply a player from before he traveled to this world, he would really be looking for death. However, when the players fought here, it was only the players themselves. Duque came with three heroes and more than two hundred elite warriors to "explore." This feeling made Duque feel very uncomfortable.
If the opponent this time wasn't Medivh, it would be a classic example of hugging someone's thigh! And it was Lothar, the perfect thigh.
"Is there anything to pay attention to?" Lothar asked softly.
"Uh, it's best if it doesn't become a protracted battle. Because this summoning type of Satyr, given enough time, he can easily create an army. "
"Okay, I'll go first!" It wasn't Lothar who spoke, but Garona!
At that moment, Duque almost had a heart attack. Because he saw Garona, a half-orc with a straight line of thought, rush directly into the secret room where Darkhoof was at the speed of lightning.
"Follow her!" Not only Duque, but Lothar was also stunned. He knew that most orcs had the word "brave" engraved on their chests, but he didn't think that even a female half-orc like Garona could be so fierce.
He was almost running as he followed Garona into the room that was filled with dim red light. Even the floor was covered with complicated red magic arrays.
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