The fighting on the first floor of Karazhan did not last long, and it did not even reach the three minutes predicted by Sarlayan.
About one minute and thirty seconds later, Khadgar witnessed the outcome of the battle before he could take action.
Atumen, who was riding a war horse and rushing left and right, was finally caught by Saryan's charging pattern, and waited in advance to appear directly in front of Atumen's charge route.
"Uh-huh!"
There was no suspense in the confrontation between the two-handed knight's sword and the black and white staff. Atumen, who was still charging at high speed, was forcibly knocked off his horse by Sarlayan and fell to the ground with a scream.
"Xilulu!"
The undead horse Midnight let out a hoarse cry in anger, continued to accelerate and swung the spear before hitting it with the old Sarlayan.
Just when Khadgar was about to help, Sarlayan stretched out his left hand that had been weak and held Midnight's horse's head firmly.
"hiss!"
After a short period of inconspicuous friction, Midnight, who was still sprinting at full speed, was forced to stop by a ruthless hand.
As Sarlayan's left hand continued to exert force, Midnight was pushed to the ground without any resistance. No matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free from the enemy's control.
He was thrown off the horse during the sprint. Atumen received a huge impact when he landed. It took him a while to stand up unsteadily.
At this time, Midnight had been completely subdued. The horse was surrounded by a gray-white restraining spell and was fixed in place, unable to move.
Sarlayan moved his slightly sore left hand and asked Khadgar: "How to deal with this guy? Directly save him? Or wake up his will and keep it as a backup?"
"ah?"
Khadgar didn't expect the battle to end so quickly, and was still a little dazed. It took him a second to come back to his senses and answer Sharlayan's question.
"Can we still awaken his will? Of course it would be better to leave Atumen to help."
"Okay, I'll try."
Transforming the balance staff back into the form of a bracelet, Khadgar's eyes flashed, and the next moment he saw Sarlayan appearing in front of Atumen who still wanted to fight.
"clang!"
A punch hit Atumen's helmet. With Sarlayan deliberately controlling the force, Atumen did not die on the spot like Eredin, but fell backward to the ground unsteady on his feet.
After forcibly taking off Atumen's helmet, a blue-grey undead face was revealed. Sarlayan pinched his forehead with his right hand and injected his death power into Atumen's body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The external force forcibly invaded Atumen's soul. This process was of course not pleasant. Atumen, unable to resist, looked up to the sky and let out a shrill scream.
Sarlayan ignored the noise from Atumen. He had already found the foreign object mixed in Atumen's soul.
"Spiritual suggestion? The effect can be so long-lasting."
When he started to clear the spell that Medivh had left in Atumen's mind, Sarlayan glanced at Atumen who was gradually regaining his composure.
"It's not just the effect of the spell. This guy's loyalty to Medivh has greatly increased the effect of the spell."
"But... a dream is just a dream after all. There will always be a day when you wake up. Let's face reality again, loyal hunter Atumen."
"Well!"
As Atumen let out a final low groan, Sarlayan released his right hand holding his forehead and took two steps back to observe the situation.
The trip to the Shadow Realm deepened Sarlayan's understanding of the power of death, and his control over undead creatures became stronger.
Although it is not possible to remotely control the soul like Ner'zhul with the Helm of Dominance, as long as it is directly contacted by his power of death, undead creatures whose power level is weaker than Sharlayan will be easily controlled by him, and even certain Transform the other person's soul to a certain extent.
Atumen's situation is not complicated. Like most of the earthbound spirits inside and outside Karazhan, he was affected by Medivh...or Sargeras's mental suggestion spell long before his death.
After the Guardian War between Medivh and Aegwynn ended, Karazhan had actually fallen into chaos. Medivh used magic to continue to maintain the usual peaceful scene of singing and dancing in the tower.
Those nobles and servants who were forced to stay by spiritual suggestions died in the energy explosion in Karazhan.
Except for a handful of relatively powerful individuals, most people's bodies were annihilated in the explosion, and they could only continue to wander inside and outside Karazhan in their soul form.
Among the few people who can retain their bodies and survive in the form of undead, they include the hunter Atumen and the butler Moros.
Although Atumen's strength is not as good as Sarlayan's, he still has level 50 as a legendary goalkeeper.
The impact of Medivh's mental suggestion spells on him was not as obvious as that of those lowly nobles and servants.
The reason why he has not been able to get rid of the control so far is just because his heart is willing to accept the mental control from his master.
Through Attumen's loyalty, we can also see from the side the charm of Medivh's personality before he was deeply influenced by Sargeras.
But just like Sarlayan said, dreams will eventually wake up.
After Sarlayan set out to clean up the influence of spells in Atumen's soul, Atumen, who had been in a fog of fog for more than ten years, finally regained his will.
"I..." Atumen's eyes clearly showed confusion: "Already dead?"
"Where is the master? Where is Butler Moros? What happened in Karazhan? Why..."
When Atumen's eyes shifted to Khadgar, his expression was obviously stunned.
"This familiar yet unfamiliar face...are you Khadgar? Why are you so old? How many years have passed since my death?"
As the saying goes, hitting someone is not a slap in the face.
Although Khadgar had always acted indifferently, becoming an old man at such a young age was a real blow to him.
"Uh~"
The corners of Khadgar's mouth twitched, and he shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Atumen, long time no see."
"There is another reason for the change in my appearance. You died in the Dark Portal 3 years ago, which is only 13 years ago."
…
Khadgar had lived in Karazhan Tower for a long time and learned all kinds of knowledge from Medivh. It was natural that he would get to know Medivh's followers, including Artumen and Moros.
Sarlayan did not interrupt Khadgar's reminiscence with Attumen.
When Khadgar explained to the bewildered Attumen the drastic changes that had occurred in Karazhan 13 years ago, Sarlayan walked aside alone and released Midnight's control.
Just as Sharlayan guessed, Medivh was not free enough to give a mental hint to a horse.
After getting rid of the control, Midnight cautiously stayed away from Sarlayan, carefully returned to his master Atumen, and was very humane and did not launch another attack.
Knowing that Medivh's soul had long been affected by the demon king Sargeras, Attumen's expression was very complicated.
"No wonder the master behaved very strangely in the last period of time before I lost consciousness. It turns out..."
"Hey~"
With a long sigh, Atumen temporarily put aside the sadness in his heart.
"Khadgar, you are the only legal heir of Karazhan. I will remain loyal to the master of Karazhan as always and do my best to help you regain this Guardian Tower."
"but……"
Perhaps instinctively remembering the previous experience of being beaten up by Sarlayan, Atumen glanced at Sarlayan who was standing aside with his arms folded and said with regret: "Can I ask this friend of yours to do one more favor? "
Khadgar raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Tell me, his time is very tight, and I can't make a guarantee for him."
Atumen scratched the thinning hair of the undead and said: "If we want to retake Karazhan, we can't do without the help of Butler Moros. If..."
Atumena didn't finish what he said, but it was enough for Sarlayan to understand what he meant.
"Um……"
Sarlayan frowned and considered for a moment: "I just received the latest intelligence from Caer Daron. Ner'zhul's long-awaited reinforcements have arrived, and the Scourge is about to launch a full-scale attack on the defense line guarded by the Knights of the Silver Hand."
"As Khadgar said, I don't have much time left."
"If Khadgar can guarantee to teleport me directly near Dalaran, I can stay and help you one last time, and then you will have to rely on your own strength."
The ball was thrown back into Khadgar's hands, and the "old" mage rubbed his brows in distress.
"Remote teleportation across most of the Eastern Kingdom... I'm afraid it's very difficult to accomplish with my own strength."
"Give me some time and I'll look through the batch of artifacts we captured before. Maybe I'll find something."
Sarlayan shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll give you another five minutes. If it doesn't work, I'll have to wait until next time."
