How strong was Cadgar?
It was hard to tell now, but in the 'future history', Cadgar was the hooligan who could instantly teleport hundreds of people, easily blow up bridges and dams, and was a master of ice, fire, and magic! He was the king of hooligans, the king of hooligans!
Perhaps it was because he was too strong that countless of his teammates died. Actually, it should be said that Cadgar's enemies were very strong, but Cadgar was even stronger. However, his teammates were not strong, so Cadgar survived while most of his teammates died.
So what was Cadgar doing now?
Well, he was baking bread for Duque.
There was nothing he could do about it. Because Windsor had led his troops to attack the lower two levels of Karazhan, Hunter Attumen and Butler Moroes had turned the world upside down. In the end, most of the food reserves had been destroyed in this battle. There was not much food in Karazhan to begin with, and now there was even less.
The only good thing was that Cadgar had been here for a long time and had struggled to survive for a long time.
It was not wrong to say that he had struggled to survive. Karazhan was too big. The library alone had more than 1.28 million magic books, and that was not all. After taking over Karazhan, Duque found out that other than magic books, there were also more than three million books of various types. The library was the size of a football field, and there were as many as three digits.
This was a very bad joke. Cadgar had once tried to eat, but because Butler Moroes's servants could not find him, Cadgar had almost starved to death in the library.
People were forced to do so.
Cadgar had also been forced to learn the strange skill of hiding wheat, cutlery, or baked bread everywhere. As a library, and with the special spatial structure of Karazhan, every room was ventilated and dry. Cadgar had actually gone around a few times and found food that was not contaminated, enough for Duque to eat for a few months.
However, there was no salt or oil, which made Duque want to die.
"How many months have you been eating this?" Duque pointed at the things that could be called food.
"No, I forgot how long I've been eating for. Anyway, I can read and fill my stomach," Cadgar replied.
Duque's face fell.
"As for you, Master Duque, I really don't understand you. Why are you so relaxed in areas that mortals can't do, but often get stuck on small mistakes that even a mage apprentice wouldn't make? " Khadgar found an oven to bake bread while watching Duque fiddle with the giant golem. "That's right, why do you have to call this golem the 'curator'?"
"This is love! Feelings! Young man, understand? "
"What kind of library has such a fierce librarian …" Cadgar muttered softly.
There were far too many things that Khadgar could not understand. First of all, he didn't understand how Duque was able to take over the Curator's control right under the Medivh's nose. To him, it was unthinkable to snatch a specially-made golem from the hands of a more powerful Mage.
However, Duque could not explain to Khadgar that he was a transmigrator.
How do you explain the principle of automatic control?
How do you explain the Gate of No and No?
This was not something that could be understood with a simple explanation. Just like how Duque did not understand the basic theory of Azeroth, Duque could not explain to Khadgar this professional theory that was based on modern mathematics, electronics, and a series of other sciences.
Not to mention Khadgar, anyone who was not in this line of work before transmigrating would not even have heard of these terms.
Thus, in Duque's eyes, the anti-control seal that Medivh had placed on the curator was a joke. At that time, when he was in his soul form, he did not need to care about the highest control system. He only needed to modify a few feedback and basic control circuits to bypass Medivh and directly control the 'curator'.
This allowed the 'curator' to attack at a critical moment.
Similarly, in Khadgar's eyes, Karazhan's incomparably complex magic net system was just something that needed some time to be straightened out in Duque's hands.
In the original history, because Karazhan had lost the will of its master, Medivh, it had sunk deep into darkness. The Karazhan Tower had sealed itself and cut off all contact with the outside world.
Now, Duque had sorted out the countless unknown magic net energy lines that had gathered here step by step. As long as Duque wanted to, it was only a matter of time before Karazhan saw the light of day again.
Duque also knew that the battle outside was going on fiercely, and he wanted to go out and help as soon as possible. However, if Karazhan was not sorted out, if the Burning Legion set up a portal here or something, it would be a big problem.
Thus, Duque could only dig through the books while cleaning up Karazhan.
On this day, the system elf finally sent a notification.
"Congratulations, host. The system has stabilized the first and second levels of Karazhan based on your newly acquired spatial knowledge. You can initiate a cleanup operation on these two levels. "
"Okay." Duque stood up. "Khadgar, time to work!"
"Work?"
"I've already stabilized the first and second levels. It's time to clean them up. "
"Really?" Khadgar's eyes lit up.
Unlike the serious and old-fashioned Teleportation Mage, Khadgar was smart and eager to learn. When he had books, he could be very quiet. When he wasn't studying, Khadgar was more lively.
Khadgar was a little tired of the days where he could only go between the library and the workshop. He immediately put down the book in his hand and followed Duque and the huge curator.
After passing through the blue portal that looked like an illusory mirror, after a short period of weightlessness, a man, a ghost, and a golem arrived at the first level of Karazhan.
"Your Excellency Marcus?!" A whisper suddenly came from the darkness.
"Huh?" Duque was slightly surprised. In Duque's impression, the first level was Karazhan's horse shed. When the players in the game came to the horse shed, they only met ghost coachmen and ghost warhorses. No one would ever call Duque that.
Looking in the direction of the voice, Duque understood.
It was a translucent soul. His illusory soul wore the iconic Stormwind City armor, and he held a lion head shield and a standard longsword.
Obviously, he was an elite soldier under Lothar who had died in Karazhan.
"You are? I remember you, Michael."
"Yes! That's great, Your Excellency still remembers me. I'm Michael Jonathan! " Michael seemed to be very happy. "Yes, I feel a … uh, like my master … What happened? Am I dead? Where's Medivh? Where's Sargeras? "
Michael's questions were like a machine gun, and Duque patiently answered them one by one.
"Ah, I won. Then I have no regrets. It's a pity that it turned out like this … "Michael's situation triggered Khadgar's sadness. The two ghosts had the same expression.
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