"Are you going, or am I going?"
Lothar held the sword in his hand and winked at Orgrim.
Orgrim glanced at Lothar, completely ignored Lothar's suggestion, picked up the war hammer, burst out with huge power in his hands, and threw the heavy rune war hammer against the wall of the hotel.
"boom!"
After a loud noise, half of the hotel collapsed, stirring up a lot of dust and blocking their sight.
Orgrim activated the power of the runes, connected with the power of the war hammer, and caused his weapon to fly out of the hotel and be held tightly in his hand again.
“Sometimes it’s more useful to be direct.”
The orc's deep voice rang in Lothar's ears. Lothar shrugged, and with a sweep of his sword, a cold wind surged out, blowing away the smoke and sawdust, and the two men's field of vision suddenly broadened.
However, they still only saw the empty lobby of the hotel, without any suspicious creatures moving around.
However, the two battle-experienced death knights soon realized something was wrong. They opened their soul vision and began to observe things that ordinary people could not see.
Sure enough, in a corner of the hotel, Lothar and Orgrim saw a female ghost shivering with a child.
If Lothar guessed correctly, the noise just now must be related to these two ghosts.
"It's just an ordinary ghost," Orgrim looked at it carefully for a while and concluded, "It's not even as threatening as a ghoul."
Lothar tried to talk to the two ghosts, but no matter what method he used, whether it was talking or soul communication, he could not communicate normally with the two ghosts who were in a shrinking state.
"Their consciousness has been imprisoned, and only instincts are left to operate here," Lothar sighed. He glanced around and found that there were indeed many undead wandering in the empty rooms or gardens.
They had almost no way to communicate. They were just poor people imprisoned by the magic that erupted before Medivh's death, affecting the material unconsciously.
Orgrim's raid just now posed a threat to the ghost woman and the child. They instinctively felt the danger and hid there trembling, but it did not mean that they were self-aware ghosts.
"Maybe we should be thankful that there are no self-aware undead here, otherwise I can't imagine what kind of monster it would become if it was bathed in such magic and resentment."
Lothar shook his head in pity and took back the rune sword, but just when he was about to continue to Karazhan with Orgrim, the two ghosts murmured like they were dreaming.
"Don't...don't come here...Black...Knight..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two ghosts let out a piercing scream and disappeared into the hotel. They seemed to have a stress reaction and fled to other places.
Lothar stopped and noticed that the other ghosts had not changed before talking to Orgrim.
Orgrim looked at the direction where the soul disappeared, tilted his head and asked, "They seem to be talking about the black knight...are they referring to the two of us?"
"It doesn't look like it. We don't behave like knights on war horses now." Lothar thought for a moment and denied this view. "We have no way of knowing other information, but it's better to be cautious. Their anomalies make me think that Karazhan may not be completely silent anymore.”
The orc pouted, revealing his snow-white fangs. He weighed the warhammer in his hand, "Then let's kill the dangerous things first, and then go get what we want."
"Well, although it's a bit rough, Medivh is dead, so he probably won't mind if I go get him something." Lothar touched his stubble-covered chin, feeling that Orgrim was right. .
The surrounding ghosts pose no threat to the two death knights, and because of Karazhan itself, there are no wild beasts or monsters in this town, only the silence after the raging evil energy.
Soon, the closed door of Karazhan Tower appeared in front of Lothar and Orgrim. The metal gate was tightly closed. Lothar shook the metal fence vigorously, but he did not open the solid door.
Orgrim pressed the lever that controlled the gate, but the wooden lever that was in disrepair was ripped off by him. Holding a piece of rotten wood, Orgrim glanced at Lothar innocently.
"This door is locked too tightly..." Lothar tried hard to open the closed iron fence again, but couldn't lift the gate.
"Get out of the way, I'll smash it open." Orgrim raised the warhammer and hit Lothar's head with a hammer.
However, the twisted image of the iron gate that Orgrim expected did not appear. Instead, the two of them were ejected by the burst of magical light.
After the two slid on the ground for a while, they knocked down a low wall and eliminated the power of magic.
Lothar slapped away the broken bricks on his body, climbed up from the rubble, and asked Orgrim with wide eyes, "What are you doing?"
A thick arm stretched out from the bricks. Orgrim rubbed his head and stood up from the ground. The defense mechanism just now did not hurt him, but it made him feel a little dizzy.
"You can't open that door anyway... can you?" Orgrim retorted confidently. He just used the method commonly used by orcs to open doors.
"You!" Lothar pointed at Orgrim. He was about to say something to him, but found that he seemed to be unable to open the closed door. "Okay, but it doesn't matter if you can't open it. Kara is the one who goes in here." Zan's banquet hall and Medivh's residence, what we are looking for should be on the upper floors of the tower."
After hearing what Lothar said, Orgrim raised his head and looked at the towering mage tower, "You'd better not tell me, we have to climb up."
"Definitely not. Come with me. I know there is a side door in Karazhan that leads directly to the stairs leading to the upper level."
Lothar gave up the idea of entering through the main entrance and took Orgrim on a path full of grass, heading towards the side tower on the side of Karazhan.
That was the place where the griffins were parked in Karazhan. Lothar still remembered that the old butler named Moros always greeted him here.
Before Medivh completely fell, Lothar would often go to Karazhan to visit his friends. However, things have changed and Lothar didn't know what the original servants in the mage tower were like after Medivh's death. fate.
After passing through the griffin fence covered with hay and spider webs, Lothar and Orgrim stood on the long bridge connecting the two buildings. The side door of Karazhan was still closed, but this time, Lothar pushed hard. , opened the heavy wooden door.
With a dull friction sound, the tower that had been closed for more than ten years was opened to outsiders for the first time.
