"Anveena, are you entertaining the guests?"
I looked at the three people in the room. Yep, no matter what kind of strange race they were, they were all referred to as humans. This was a habit that I had developed after getting to know a lot of strange people. I felt that I should act like the head of the household at this time, so I put on a solemn smile and nodded at the three guests. Then, I looked at the little ghost.
Very good, this expression was perfect. This was the first time this cautious ghost maid had brought her acquaintances home. As the head of the household, of course, I couldn't lose face. This was a perfect first meeting …
"Brother's smile is so strange. It feels like he's plotting something." Visca suddenly muttered. His voice was so close to me that my expression froze. I slowly lowered my head and suddenly felt that my life had turned gloomy. Pandora and Visca were still clinging to my body, rubbing against me. I had gotten used to them hanging on the way here and had forgotten to take them off when I entered the house … I appeared in front of the guests as a moving fortress.
"Err … What a creative way of appearing." Sandora glanced at me and muttered while holding back her laughter.
"Ah, Master is here." At the same time, An Weina stood up in a panic. She wouldn't pay attention to whether or not her master was messing around. She flew up in a panic to prepare tea for me. "Master, please wait a moment. I need to prepare some black tea …"
"Oh, it's fine. You don't have to work so hard when you're entertaining the guests." As I spoke, I took off the two short winter melons that had been clinging to me and forcefully pressed them against the sofa. There was a bottle of drink on the table. It seemed that Anveena had prepared it for the guests. I took a cup from the side and poured myself a cup. Then, I realized that the liquid that poured out was strange. It was a clear liquid with a purplish gray luster. It felt light and unreal. However, since it was a drink that Anveena had prepared, it shouldn't be too bad. So, I drank it in one gulp …
"Pfft!" I spat it out before it even entered my stomach. "What is this?"
Anveena was on the verge of tears. "Ghost Grass Essence and Ghost Seaweed Extract are what the undead like to drink …"
I thought about it and didn't dare to ask what those two things looked like. At the same time, I made up my mind that I would never eat any strange food that I came across randomly, even if it was made by Anveena. I almost forgot that this universal maid didn't just make food for humans. I could only choose to find a topic to talk about. Thus, I raised my head to look at the three guests. I immediately recognized one of them. It was the human female who was wearing a mage robe. I had seen her beside Jaina before. She was also a very active person during the carnival in the City of Shadows.
"Egwene? It's you? "
The female mage smiled appropriately and stood up to greet me in a ladylike manner that I didn't know the meaning of. "Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you again. Hmm, your way of greeting guests is very unique. "
Aegwynn. Perhaps some people would be unfamiliar with this name, but in the history of Azeroth, she played a pivotal role. This powerful human Mage was a Protector and Medivh's biological mother. It seemed that her high level of magic greatly extended her youth. If I didn't know about it beforehand, it would be hard for me to imagine that this lady actually had such a big son. Yep, this is a digression. After Medivh was seduced by Sargeras, Egwene disappeared for a while. Later, she moved to Jaina's side and settled down in Theramore. When the Imperial Army arrived in the World of Azeroth, Egwene was still serving as an advisor in Theramore. Our appearance completely disrupted the original historical trajectory of the World of Azeroth. Alright, in reality, the moment the Fallen Apostle interfered with the Burning Legion and took over those demons, Azeroth's history had already taken a completely different direction. Later on, Egwene fought in the Salvation Army and survived the final battle. She could be said to be a senior member of the Salvation Army and one of our acquaintances. It was just that we hadn't been in contact for a while.
I didn't expect that Anveena would invite her over. Although the two of them knew each other, they definitely weren't close friends. This was something that I didn't understand. However, I quickly thought of something: Egwene might have been invited over by Anveena for some other reason.
Recently, there was a crow called Medivh in our house and Anveena was Medivh's guardian …
"Cough cough, is it about Medivh?" I scratched my head. "This matter should be explained to you. Right, let me introduce the other two guests. This little girl is … "
The little girl, who looked to be around ten years old, immediately jumped down from the sofa and clumsily gave me a nondescript greeting. It was obvious that she didn't know any greeting greetings. Furthermore, the clothes she was wearing were rather simple. She didn't look like one of the upper-class children that Egwene was with. This little girl had freckles on her face and a bit of baby fat. She couldn't be said to be beautiful, but her eyes were quite lively. Her body was translucent like Anveena's, but the light around her body was much dimmer. Her facial features were a little erratic. It was obvious that she was also an Undead creature, but much weaker than Anveena.
Anveena gently stroked the little girl's hair. The ghostly strands of hair floated in the air, causing faint white light to appear. "This is Pamela. When we were in Darrowshire, we were often together. When the Eastern Plaguelands were being rebuilt and purified, all the surviving and salvageable Undead were registered. Many of them still remember their names … I really didn't think that I would see her again. "
I was momentarily stunned. Looking at the little girl who was curiously looking around, I felt that I was destined to experience all sorts of strange things. Pamela? This little girl is Pamela?
"The Eastern Plaguelands are almost completely rebuilt. The second half of the rebuilding was led by Lady Sylvanas," Egwene added on. "The Azeroth Leadership Conference has agreed on the proposal that the Forsaken should expand their living space. This is because the Lordaeron ruins are no longer enough for the Undead to live in. After the Scourge army was completely crushed, a large number of high-level Undead regained their sanity. They are now unified under Lady Sylvanas' rule. This caused the Forsaken's population to increase dramatically. After gaining the understanding and recognition of the various races, the Forsaken themselves realized that they were a new, complete race. They found the meaning of living and hoped to obtain a better living environment. Currently, a small portion of the human settlements in the Eastern Plaguelands have been completely purified, allowing farmers of various races to build new towns. Most of the areas are undergoing large-scale rebuilding of the Undead Kingdom. Most of the Undead that wander the Eastern Plaguelands are high-level Undead or souls that have retained their sanity by coincidence. This little girl called Pamela belongs to the latter. Recently, I have been leading a group of Necromancers in the Eastern Plaguelands to assist in the census of the Eastern Plaguelands … Err, you should know that the Necromancers' Necromancy is actually learned from Dalaran and other magic holy lands. Strictly speaking, they are also a type of Mage. Back then, in order to fight against the demons, I had some understanding of the Necromancy that had just started among the Dark Wizards. After the war, there were many Necromancers who were willing to do good. A large portion of them are under Lady Sylvanas, while a small portion have been accepted by various Mage Groups. Jaina has also provided protection to a portion of the Necromancers who have passed the strict checks. The group that I am leading is one of them. "
Aegwynn told me about her recent situation, which could also be considered as a report to me about the new changes in Azeroth's original Plaguelands. I remembered that the last time I went to Lordaeron, the Plaguelands were still preparing to be completely purified into an area for humans to live in. Now, it seemed that the Forgotten Ones were still being taken care of by other races. The Eastern Plaguelands were about to become the Undead Empire. This should have happened after I left that place. Perhaps these things could be seen in various reports, but the current problems in a certain world were no longer directly reported to me and Sandora, so I really wasn't very clear about them.
"Darrowshire is Anveena's hometown, so it is considered to be an important area for reconstruction. After a long period of planning and preparation, the ground has only been broken recently. You might not be aware, but Anveena is extremely famous among the Forgotten Ones. The Forgotten Ones respectfully call her 'Lady Anveena' (the word 'Lady' in the Azeroth civilian circle usually refers to a noble woman with status), or simply called her the Undead Princess. They feel that if she is a servant by the side of the Emperor of the Empire, she would have the status of a princess in the lower world. The views of the common people are quite simple. "
I couldn't help but glance at the little ghost beside me. I realized that the little girl was already in a daze. Alright, she had created an Undead Empire for her own amusement in the basement. Who would have thought that she would actually obtain such a title in the World of Azeroth — although it was a title that wasn't very trustworthy among the Forgotten Ones. To be honest, I felt that the World of Azeroth's definition of "princess" was really clumsy. But looking at Anveena's expression, this was enough for the little maid to be in a daze for a long time.
"Cough cough, Anveena is like my little sister, so it's not an exaggeration to say that. Now, let's talk about Pamela? " I reached out to touch little Pamela's head, but the ghost girl nimbly avoided my hand. She seemed to be very curious about the unfamiliar environment, but at the same time, she was also very vigilant. She looked like she was only slightly closer to Anveena.
"When we found her, little Pamela's self-consciousness was still in a state of confusion. She didn't seem to realize that she was already dead. She didn't even realize that the town had changed. Originally, we planned to bring her to the Undercity, but then we realized that she didn't want to leave. This little girl was looking for something. We asked a soul expert to talk to this little undead, and we were surprised to hear the name Anveena from her mouth. So, we contacted Anveena. Your partner, Matriarch Shallow Shallow, acted as a middleman — she didn't seem to be home? "
"Uh, she … went out to play. God knows where she is now." Although it was said that when she left, she planned to go to the suburbs to play. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if she called me from Rio de Janeiro.
At first, I was curious about how Pamela had contacted Anveena. The little ghost always stayed at home, and I had never seen her interact with anyone else. But when I heard Shallow Shallow's name, I immediately felt that all my questions were solved. It wasn't strange that Anveena could contact anyone.
Looking at Pamela, who was whispering to Anveena, I felt strange. It felt surreal, but more than that, I felt relieved. Then, my attention finally fell on the last person: the pale-haired, lifeless man. His aura was also that of a spirit, but it might have been because he was too powerful when he was alive that his spirit was almost tangible. I realized that my previous observation of him was wrong. He wasn't as burly as I had thought. His face was thin, but the large cloak he was wearing gave him a broad back. While we were talking, the stranger didn't say a word. He didn't introduce himself, and he didn't care about the topic around him. He was completely immersed in his own thoughts. He used his long hair to cover most of his face, and his face was hidden in the shadows. He didn't look like a polite guest at all. Anveena was supposed to introduce the guest, but she seemed to have forgotten.
I could only deduce from his attire that he was a mage, and he had probably just finished a long journey. His robe was tattered.
The stranger finally woke up from his thoughts, and he replied in a muffled voice, "I am Medivh … Yes, part of me."
I was speechless.
"Aegwynn, why didn't you introduce him earlier?!" I exclaimed. I didn't expect to see a … What was this? A living historical figure, right? "Medivh? The Medivh from Medivh? "
Aegwynn was stunned for a moment, and then she shrugged. "You were asking about Pamela just now, so you didn't have time to introduce him. Also … He is indeed Medivh, but he isn't my son. I can only say that he is a part of me. You must have noticed that he is an Undead, and he isn't complete. I don't know how to deal with this situation."
"I am a fragment from the Karazhan Tower, the remaining part of Medivh's soul." The Undead who called himself Medivh spoke. He first looked at Aegwynn, and then said in a low voice, "Medivh has already been scattered into many fragments. I am the only one that has been found. My mother — I mean, my complete mother — suggested that I seek help."
I realized that the situation might be more complicated than I had expected. This wasn't as simple as Anveena greeting a few guests, so I became serious. "Start from the beginning. What is going on?"
"I used my own power to bring Medivh back from the dead," Aegwynn said in a low voice. "It was many years after he was killed, before the dark powers once again descended upon Azeroth. But that resurrection wasn't perfect. He returned to the human world in the form of a half-undead, trying to warn the human kingdoms. You should know what happened after that. His efforts were declared a failure, and in the end, he could only guide Jaina and Saar across the ocean to the continent of Kalimdor. After that, I lost all news of Medivh. I only knew that he was still wandering the world. It wasn't until the power of the abyss invaded the world and the war to save the world began that I tried to find any news of him, but it was to no avail. After the war, I found out that my son had died again. He might have tried to fight against some mutated demons, but he didn't know that those demons were no longer the ones he knew. This time, in order to prevent him from resurrecting, the demons split his soul into several parts. One of the fragments, which was the only one that retained a small amount of memory and most of his power, unconsciously wandered to the Karazhan Hightower and lived in the Tower of the Undead. He found the remnants of Medivh's power when he was alive and slowly recovered his body, becoming what you see now. I felt that he should be considered my son, but obviously … only a part of him is. "
I didn't think that there would be such a series of stories in the war to save the world. The World of Azeroth didn't match the history that I knew. Even Medivh's fate was completely different from what I remembered. He actually lived as a half-undead at the beginning of the war and died in that war. After the war, a fragment of his soul wandered to the Karazhan Hightower? I knew that tower. After the war, we found that the tower was still standing, so we preserved it as a historical relic. We didn't touch a single brick or tile. Maybe at that time, Medivh's shadow was already in the tower?
"How did you find him after that? Did you go to Karazhan Hightower again? "I asked curiously.
Aegwynn seemed a little embarrassed. Medivh couldn't help but say, "No, that tower was sealed. The time and space inside formed its own system. No one could go in. Well, most people couldn't go in. Even I couldn't leave. After entering the tower, my mind was sleepy. I didn't know who I was or where that place was. I only knew that it should be my home when I was alive, so I stayed there. Later, someone broke my sleepy state and freed me from this curse. I was able to leave the tower, but I found that the outside world had changed. The world that I was familiar with had been destroyed. The earth was covered with the scars of war. At the entrance of the Upwind Trail, there was a strange goblin town called Shun Feng Express. Stormwind City was filled with strange recruitment advertisements and machinery that I had never seen before. I followed the only direction in my soul to find my birth mother. Then, I realized that I was already a broken soul … "
I felt that I should interrupt. "You said that someone freed you from the curse of Karazhan so that you could leave the tower. Who did it? Did someone enter Karazhan? "
Aegwynn finally felt that it was better to say it out loud. She nodded as if she was going all out. "Yes, your … Err, she called herself your wife. The one called Bubble …"
I was instantly shocked. "What?!"
Anveena covered half of her face and sighed. "Bubble's mistress said that she wanted to farm a King's Protector. So, she led the nine mass produced mainframes to Azeroth. They farmed Karazhan, but they didn't find a single monster. They only found an Undead wandering in the tower, and that Undead attacked them …"
Medivh spread his hands. "When I woke up, I found myself being beaten to the ground by a group of girls who looked the same. The leader of the girls was holding a shiny hammer and smashing it on my head. She asked me to equip her. Thus, the curse was broken."
I was speechless. "I'm sorry …"
"No, I'm very grateful to her for helping me break the curse. I remember that I initiated the attack, so they had to retaliate. Also, when they realized that I had regained consciousness, they immediately stopped and healed my injuries. This is a favor."
I was speechless.
I wanted to cry, but no tears came out. I had thought of countless reasons why Medivh would appear in front of me, but I never would have thought that it was the child's mother's doing. That crazy gamer had finally decided to take action in the real world. She really led a group of ten people into Karazhan and beat up the only humanoid monster in there, Medivh's Echo. Clang! Clang! Clang!
Right now, I would rather go back to my room and study those reports. Isn't the 'leisure mission' that the child's mother gave me a little too colorful?
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