She said that they were Anveena's guests, but from what I could see, only little Pamela was her true guest. That little Undead girl came here to find her "Big Sister Anveena." She didn't even know what Emperor Schilling meant. She was already giving me face by not asking "What does an emperor taste like?" And Aegwynn and Medivh probably wanted Anveena to introduce them to Bubble …
According to Medivh, it was all thanks to Bubble that he was freed from his curse and had a chance to revive. However, Bubble was in a hurry to farm Icecrown Fortress (I think she probably went to beat Arthas up again …), so he didn't have the time to thank her. This time, he mainly came here to express his gratitude, and at the same time, to find a way to help him recover. The latter was just a test of luck. Even if he couldn't recover, both he and Aegwynn were highly skilled magic experts, so they would naturally think of a way.
To be honest, if this quest was thrown into a World of Warcraft game, it would definitely be an Epic-ranked quest at least 80 points. However, after thinking about the Chaos Abyss for so long, this quest didn't have much weight in front of me. However, I still had to help. No matter what, Aegwynn was my comrade in the war to save the world. Besides, her request wasn't too difficult.
I just wanted to lend them a Raven and a Leader Bee to search the entire World of Azeroth for Medivh's soul fragment, and it would be settled …
Pamela and Anveena were whispering to each other. I faintly heard them mention Darrowshire and a few names. Perhaps they were talking about their previous lives and reminiscing about the past? I was rather curious about the content of a conversation between the Undead, but I didn't rashly join their conversation. I still remembered Pamela's lamentable fate in the original history. This little Undead girl, who had foolishly waited outside her house for her father to come home after the destruction of Darrowshire and the massacre of the Natural Calamity, didn't seem to realize what had happened. However, looking at the smile on her face as she whispered to Anveena, perhaps her wish had already been fulfilled?
"Has the child's father … been found?" I asked Aegwynn.
"I don't know much about her. Perhaps you can ask her yourself," Aegwynn smiled, "But I think that since she's so happy now, she probably has no regrets."
I went to Pamela. She was clumsily trying to learn how to make tea from Anveena. She seemed to be trying very hard. "Sister Anveena is an amazing maid. She can make the best black tea, but I always put too much sugar in the tea I make." Pamela wasn't afraid of me anymore. Instead, she spoke up excitedly. "Actually, I've been very careful — — after putting in all the sugar. Would you like some tea? "
"Pamela." I stroked the little spirit girl's hair, but there was only cool mist in my hands. She was much weaker than Anveena. She didn't even have a physical body. Compared to Anveena, who had a body that was almost no different from a living person, she couldn't be mentioned in the same breath. "Do you know your current … identity?" This question wasn't easy to ask, but I really wanted to know about the little girl's current situation. If needed, I would do my best to help her. At the very least, she was Anveena's good friend when she was alive.
"I am Pamela," the little undead girl replied blankly. Her answer was disappointing, but she quickly added, "Later on, some uncles who were soldiers came to my house. They said that Darrowshire had become the territory of the Forsaken. So, Pamela was a young Forsaken and didn't really understand what they were saying. This should be an adult's matter. My father probably knew what was going on. "
"Your father? Is he at home? "
"No," Pamela shook her head, "He comes home once a week. Usually, he works at Collin Road. He is a brave hero! So, the new lord sent him to a bigger city to be a captain. Sometimes, I miss him. He hasn't been home for a long time, but Pamela is also very strong. She has to learn to take care of herself. My father said that a new life has just begun and there are still many things to do … "
Pamela's words were like popping beans. Just a moment ago, she was still afraid of strangers, but once she mentioned her heroic father, she immediately became eloquent. I was gratified to hear that her father had returned to Darrowshire as an undead soldier who had regained his sanity. It seemed that Cirvanas's psychics had found Pamela's father before anyone else and turned him into a Forsaken officer.
Because in the real World of Azeroth, no one would complete a series of tasks like Pamela's doll. Connecting this with Pamela's own words, the only explanation for her father's successful return was Cirvanas's contribution.
It seemed that Pamela didn't really understand the concept of undead, but she might have realized that she was different from before. However, she didn't feel depressed or anything like that. She continued to learn how to make tea like an ordinary child, asking Anveena to tell her stories, and mentioning her heroic father to others. I didn't disturb them anymore and went to Egwene's side. She was sitting opposite Medivh, speechless. The atmosphere seemed a little awkward.
"You two should be mother and son. Why do you look so cold?" I asked curiously.
Egwene shook her head bitterly, "I said that he is only a part of Medivh. His personality, memories, and way of doing things are far from my real son. I have already tried, but I can't find a topic to talk to him at all. He only remembers his name and a little of what happened when he was alive. Those memories are piled up in his mind like books, and they are completely unable to connect with the soul of this shadow. That's why I have been looking everywhere for a way to restore him. "
I glanced at 'Medivh'. His abnormality was obvious: gloomy, silent, and almost expressionless. Besides mentioning his own name, he didn't say anything else about himself. Just as Egwene said, this was just a container in the shape of Medivh. It contained a few soul fragments related to Medivh. No matter how great a mage or a profound scholar Egwene was, or how many years of experience she had, she was still a helpless mother. Well, at least that's what I thought …
"I will let the Raven and the Leader Bee help you." I told her the plan that I had already thought of. "They can search the entire planet in a short amount of time. Of these two types of soldiers, one is good at mystical rituals, and the other is good at collecting souls. They can find Medivh's soul fragments and combine them. But before that, I want to ask, Medivh. Do you remember what kind of Demon you were defeated by? "
'Medivh' held his head, as though it was difficult for him to recall these things. Then, he said slowly, "Crimson. It was an Eredar Demon. His chest was embedded with some sort of crystal and metal eye-like device. The light that was shot out from that device destroyed my shield. Also, there were other enemies at the scene … Ah, it's too difficult to recall those things … But I am certain that the Demon had an accomplice. Otherwise, even if my shield was destroyed, I was confident that I could easily kill that monster. It was his accomplice who ambushed me … That guy … looked like a human … "
I had only asked casually to know where Medivh was fighting at that time because the Salvation Army and the Imperial Army didn't find any traces of Medivh during the entire Salvation War. I didn't expect that it would lead to such a detail.
"Human? Are you sure that he looked like a human? He definitely wasn't a mutated Demon. Could he be a Necromancer or someone from the Calamity Army? "
"I can't be sure. My memory is very messy. Maybe after I find the other fragments, my mind will be clearer. Please give me some more to drink. That thing seems to be able to calm my mind. "
Anveena made Medivh another cup of that strange undead drink. I nodded at Aegwynn. "Alright, I understand the situation. Ravens and Leader Bee will contact you soon. I hope that Medivh can recover soon."
Aegwynn immediately stood up and left. I was surprised that she was in such a hurry to leave. However, it seemed that she was really anxious about Medivh's matter. She said that she wanted to return to Azeroth as soon as possible to make preparations. After a few days of investigation, she and this fragment of Medivh had identified a few places that could possibly hide the soul fragments. She wanted to confirm these fragments before the experts from the Imperial Army arrived. Since that was the reason, Anveena and I naturally couldn't force her to stay.
Pamela had been brought over by Aegwynn. Back then, the City of Shadows had been registered under Pamela's name. At this time, she had to return as well. It was said that it was difficult to change the ticket. When it was time to say goodbye, the little spirit girl said goodbye to Anveena reluctantly. She repeatedly expressed that she hoped that Anveena would come to Darrowshire to look for her when she had the time.
"The town will be rebuilt soon," Pamela said. "In the past, the bad guys burned down the houses in the town. Now, many good people have come to help rebuild the town. They said that a new Queen called Sylvanas will make Darrowshire prosperous again. You must come back to take a look when you have the chance. Our new house is very beautiful!"
I could tell that Anveena was at a loss about this invitation …
After the three guests left, I helped Anveena pack up. I curiously asked a question that I had previously thought of. "Anveena, what do you think it feels like to live as a spirit? It's how you feel now. Why do I feel that Pamela, you, and many other spirits that I've seen are different from what I remember? "
Anveena carried the tea set and floated in the air. She tilted her head and thought for a moment. She smiled. "Indeed, it's different from a living person. After becoming a spirit, we won't feel sleepy or tired. We will occasionally feel hungry. We can also eat. It's strange, isn't it? All our senses and reactions to the world of the living become dulled. It's as though there's a layer of fog between us. I still remember when I first woke up. It was chaotic. Everything around me was completely distorted. You definitely can't imagine what it was like. It was as though the gorgeous house hadn't changed at all. It's said that spirits are creatures that live within themselves. What we see is only our own spiritual world. However, the more powerful a spirit was, the more real the world of the living would feel. Only the weaker spirits would be trapped in their own memories. Many Earthbound Spirits could not leave the place they were bound to because of this: in their minds, the world could never go beyond the small part of their memories, and the world beyond that did not exist. When I first wake up, I feel cold, even when I'm close to a fire. But when I'm with master, I feel very warm. Maybe it's because spirits live in their own spiritual world … That's why Anveena likes it when I'm with master. It's warm and the whole world feels safe … "
After the ghost maid finished speaking with a smile, she turned around and floated towards the kitchen wall, forgetting that she still had something with her. The tea set in her hand was left behind after she passed through the wall, falling to the ground with a clatter. Fortunately, before they hit the ground, An Weina drilled half of her body out of the wall and caught them firmly. The little spirit smiled awkwardly at me and walked out of the door obediently.
After she left, I remembered: It seems that this fellow can carry things through the wall. In other words, was Anveena acting cute just now?
Alright, even though she was acting cute, I was really touched by the cuteness of this little spirit maid. Speaking of which, I seemed to have neglected this maid who had been with me for a long time. Every day, she was busy in this unscientific big house that had been expanded by various spatial expansions. But most of the time, I didn't know what she was thinking. She was always enjoying herself in her own little world. She looked happy, but she didn't talk to others. Even though she said that she liked to live with her family. Maybe this was one of the special living habits of the undead. As long as she was happy, it was fine.
When Anveena floated into the room again, I said casually, "I thought Aegwynn came over to talk about our crow."
"We did talk about it. She is also very interested in Medivh. But it seems that she doesn't mind that Mistress Shallow Shallow named a crow after her son." Anveena buried half of her body under the coffee table, revealing only the upper part of her chest. She mischievously 'swam around', trying to imitate a scene she saw in a horror movie. "Master, do you think Medivh will turn into a human when he grows up?"
"Why? You want him to turn into a human? "
"He is very interested. I turned into a crow in front of him and then changed back. Thus, Medivh became interested. Since this morning, he has been pestering me to learn how to turn into a human. Perhaps when he grows up and becomes the Crow God, he will be able to learn how to transform? "Anveena said with an expectant expression.
"Who knows." I shrugged. "The things around me are getting weirder and weirder. I don't even know what is going on."
Anveena giggled and floated into the kitchen. "I will prepare lunch. Do you want to eat roasted meat for lunch?"
"Yes!" Sandora answered first. "There is a Splittooth Dragon that Nesinvari sent over in the kitchen. Help me roast it …"
It sounded like an incredible ingredient. Was roasting a whole dragon really a home-cooked dish?
When only Sandora and I were left in the room, I pulled the latter into my embrace and pinched her nose. "Alright, you had something to say just now, right? You didn't speak when Medivh and Aegwynn were here, but I could tell that you were thinking about something. "
"Ah Jun is getting more and more sensitive." Sandora rubbed against my chest before jumping onto the floor. "Xiaoxue is peeping at us from the door. Be more serious as a father. What I am thinking is: Why did those mutated demons go through so much trouble to split Medivh apart? "
"To prevent him from reviving, of course," I replied without thinking. "It's not like you don't know that the heroes of the World of Azeroth are experts at hovering between life and death. If they don't come back to life a few times, they would be embarrassed to say that they are from Azeroth. That world's undead system is too much of a headache. I reckon that the Fallen Apostles who controlled the mutated demons also realized this. The Salvation Army soldier that they killed with great difficulty today would change his appearance to that of a zombie soldier the next day. Then, on the third day, he would turn into a skeleton, and on the fourth day, he would turn into a ghost … Perhaps the demons felt that Medivh's power was too strong and the chances of him reviving were too high. If he were to revive too many times, he would be a huge threat, so they split his soul? "
"I don't think so." Sandora shook her head. "Medivh's power is indeed a huge threat to ordinary demons, but to the mutated demons and the Fallen Apostles, he is just an ordinary opponent. They went through so much trouble to prevent such an opponent from reviving? I don't think so. "
"Now that you put it that way, I also noticed it." I nodded. I suddenly felt that Sandora's suspicions weren't without reason. "Medivh recalled that when he was defeated, there were other enemies at the scene. Although the memory of the soul fragment might be biased, I feel that the last thing he saw before his death shouldn't be wrong. It was an enemy that looked like a human. The Fallen Apostle looked like a human."
The main reason I thought of this was that Azeroth didn't lack all kinds of strange creatures. Humans were actually a minority there, especially in the mutated demon camp. There were only two possibilities for a humanoid creature: a Spiritualist or a Fallen Apostle Commander. A Spiritualist couldn't possibly harm Medivh, even if it was a sneak attack. So, the mysterious enemy at the scene could only be a Fallen Apostle.
"There was a Fallen Apostle at the scene, and he personally split Medivh's soul," Sandora said in a deep voice. "How valuable is Medivh for them to personally take action? Don't forget, to the Fallen Apostle, Medivh's threat isn't even comparable to a small group of Empire soldiers. "
I pondered for a long time, but to no avail. Perhaps Belavilla knew? Perhaps, Belavilla's memory wasn't very clear. She had already told me everything she could remember about her time in Azeroth, but she hadn't mentioned Medivh's name. Moreover, Belavilla and Ockham had already developed a rift. Under the cunning Ockham's deceit, many of the Fallen Apostle's plans were unknown to Belavilla.
"Forget it, there's no point in thinking so much." I waved my hand. "In any case, the World of Azeroth has already been pacified. The Fallen Apostles who stirred up trouble back then didn't manage to achieve much in battle. Three years have passed peacefully, so why are you still worried about the small group of Fallen Apostles from back then?"
Sandora thought about it and agreed with me. Regardless of what conspiracy the Fallen Apostles had back then, they had long since been defeated on all fronts. Two of the three leaders of the Fallen Apostles who had invaded Azeroth had died. The last one was still in our camp, which meant that none of them were left. Under such circumstances, there was no point in dwelling on this secret of the past. Thus, she didn't dwell on this problem. Of course, another possibility was that it was almost lunchtime …
Right at that moment, Shallow Shallow's excited voice sounded from the living room. "We're back!"
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