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The passage connecting the quiet and dark Twilight Forest to the reedy Swamp of Sorrow is the eerie Deadwind Trail area, where strange trees and rugged rocks form. This is a desolate place. Logically speaking, such a place should not have a name.

A place where no one comes has a name.

But that’s not always the case…

Guardian Medivh settled in Deadwind Pass and built a tower called Karazhan. Although he was the best and greatest mage of that era, Medivh's soul was eroded by Sargeras, the World Destroyer.

Glass used Medivh to open the Dark Portal and released the orcs into the world of Azeroth, allowing them to burn, kill and loot.

A fierce war broke out between the various tribes of Azeroth and the orcs, and Medivh's soul was also fighting against the imprisonment of Sargeras. The sharp conflict deep in his soul drove the mage into a state of extreme madness.

.Anduin Lothar and Khadgar noticed something strange about the mage and learned of his treachery. The former led a team to raid Karazhan and killed the guardian.

From that day on, a terrifying curse befell the tower and the surrounding area. A faint black curtain fell on the Deadwind Path. A forest to the west was also affected and turned into the twilight forest it is today.

It’s a great place to die…

Nathanos knelt down and touched the dry dark earth with his hand. This was no longer a hand, it was covered with medicinal cloth. Not only his hand, but his whole body was more or less wrapped in white cloth.

.The fire left him devastated. Undead souls have no ability to heal themselves, and wounds that cannot heal will soon be infected with parasites. In order to prevent his body from continuing to decay, he can only use medicine to slow down the rate of decay.

Nathanos looked down at his left hand. The skin and tendons on it were enough to open a longbow. That was enough, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth hidden under the hood. But he remembered that all his weapons had been taken away, and Kui

Della and the bow, when he woke up, he had nothing left. Only the undead dog who shared the joys and sorrows with him was left.

At this time, all he could think about was Karazhan, imagining the situation there, and thinking about where Medivh would place the springs of the Well of Eternity and the Book of Medivh in the tower. These questions were like clouds on Deadwind Pass.

He couldn't get it out of his mind.

'Good, then I don't have to think about anything else.'

Karazhan is more than just a tower. Nathanos walked around the outside several times and found that the scale of this place is exactly the same as Night Town, and there is even a cemetery under the Karazhan Tower.

"This place must have been very prosperous in the past." Nathanos said. He walked towards the iron gate under the tower. For some reason, he suddenly felt awe in his heart. He wanted to know how Lothar and Khadgar defeated Medivh. Guardian.

Can one really be defeated?

The iron door was opened, perhaps knowing that he was coming, or perhaps because it would open the door to welcome anyone here at any time. Nathanos remembered that Brann Bronzebeard once wrote in the book: Medivh has always been hospitable.

There was a wooden door behind the iron door, which opened from the inside out. Nathanos suspected that he had seen it wrong, because the inner door was opening.

"Undead!" Nathanos shouted in surprise. The voice sounded strange. He realized that this was the first word he uttered after crawling out of the flames. His voice was as painful as his body.

He was injured and started to become hoarse.

The undead that emerged from behind the door was the most... elegant that Nathanos had ever seen.

He was wearing a red dress, with no flesh and blood on his body except for the skin and bones on his face. He looked like a butler. Nathanos realized that this guy had been dead for many years.

"Welcome to Karazhan, Mr. Nathanos."

Did he know himself? No. The name was dead, abandoned on the scorched earth of Maris Farm. How dare this guy awaken that painful memory in him!

"Master Medivh said you would come, and he asked me to be ready to welcome you at any time. Let me introduce myself. My name is Moros, the steward of Karazhan."

Moros' respectful speaking style reminded Nathanos of Kel'Thuzad, the lich who was still wreaking havoc on the land of Lordaeron.

"I came to see if this place is safe."

The corners of Moros's mouth rose, and when he smiled, those wrinkles opened like wounds. "Although the tower is full of terrifying things, adventurers who are tempted by the mysterious arcane magic in the tower still flock to it, especially...

People of the Kirin Tor. These ulterior secrets form a vast space made of magic in the tower, filled with the precious treasures left by Master Medivh."

"You sound like you're saying there are often thieves here."

"There are many rumors about Karazhan, but only one is the truth." Moros made an invitation gesture to Nathanos, "Once you go in, you will never be able to come out..."

Nathanos's eyes darkened a lot, and he was thinking about the meaning of the smile on Moros's face.

"It seems it's safe here." The human standing outside the tower never took a step forward. He saw the gorgeous stairs behind Moros, and there was some wormwood on the ground to the left of the stairs, which was used to feed the horses.

Moros noticed Nathanos's eyes, and he continued: "The ancient Tower of Karazhan once belonged to the strongest person on the continent of Azeroth: the Archmage Medivh, who is also my master. In the tower

In the halls and corridors, he summoned countless beings that did not belong to this world, studying subjects that others considered forbidden. Karazhan has now been abandoned, and when the owner disappeared, all dangerous creatures in the tower began to disappear.

Draw strength sparingly and grow rapidly, waiting for those foolish adventurers."

"Including you?"

Moros looked surprised. Medivh had told him before that this human being was very cunning, and it seemed true. "Yes, including me. I am responsible for driving out uninvited guests."

"Medivh has found a good butler, but I won't go in. I just came to take a look here."

"You're welcome, sir. The master has told you that you must be treated as a distinguished guest, and besides the things you store here, the master has other things for you."

The human's eyes lit up, "Something else?"

"plz follow me."

“Do you mind if my dog ​​tags along?”

“There are no pet restrictions here.”

Moros took Nathanos into Karazhan. During the process, he passed by the living room, where a party with a strange atmosphere was being held. A group of ghost-like humans wearing various dresses were talking and laughing. Nathanos

North noticed a detail. He found that a well-dressed lady drank all the wine in her hand. But in the blink of an eye, the empty glass was filled again, as if an invisible bottle of wine was being poured.

The confused human looked at his bandaged hands and made a bold guess.

"This tower...is fixed at a point in time?"

Moros did not answer, as if he did not hear the question, he was just leading the way. During this period, they passed the theater, the library, and the exhibition hall. Nathanos saw many strange creatures, a

A huge golem, much larger than anything Quel'Thalas had ever seen. A dragon wandered in a narrow space. There was also an old man who made a mess in the library. Nathanos asked the butler who that person was.

, this time Moros spoke, but his tone was very cold, and he only told him that he was a madman.

Finally, they came to the chess room.

"This is it."

"Orcs? And humans?" Nathanos looked at Moros in confusion. And why do those guys have chess boards under their feet?

"These are just chess pieces."

His answer confused Nathanos even more, "Pawn?"

"The things the master gave you are in that box." If Moros hadn't reminded him, Nathanos wouldn't have noticed that there was an ancient box on the opposite side of the chessboard. But why put the box here?

"It doesn't look that easy, right?"
Chapter completed!