"It's really dark."
The blue flames in Orgrim's eyes burned brighter, allowing him to see clearly in the darkness.
"No one has been to this high tower for nearly twenty years. It's strange that there are torches on." Lothar said matter-of-factly, until he saw the light of fire at the other end of the dark corridor.
"Then tell me, what's going on over there?" Orgrim pointed to the end of the corridor where the torch was burning. The two of them even heard the faint sounds of songs and musical instruments.
Lothar rubbed his eyes to make sure that he had read it correctly. After a while, he whispered, "Damn... That's the place leading to the banquet hall on the first floor... It seems that Medivh's death has also made the tower Caught in a curse.”
"Fortunately, let's go up to Medivh's library."
Lothar took Orgrim to the side of the spiral staircase that seemed to extend endlessly upward. The old wooden ladder seemed unable to bear the weight of the two people wearing armor. Every time they stepped on it, they would make a heart-wrenching sound.
The rickety wooden stairs and handrails forced Lothar and Orgrim to move very carefully, for fear of stepping too hard on one foot and falling directly to the bottom of the building.
However, fear comes from nothing. Perhaps because Orgrim is an orc, the load-bearing capacity of the stairs did not take him into consideration. In addition, it was in disrepair. When he stepped on the next step, the fragile wooden board broke.
"Crack!"
Orgrim's body lost balance, and half of his calf was stuck directly in the wooden board. The orc nimbly grabbed the stone wall instead of choosing the equally fragile handrail.
It took a while for the broken board to make a muffled sound as it collided with the ground. Every inch of Medivh's mage tower seemed to be filled with extraordinary magical power, making the actual distance much farther than it seemed. .
Orgrim's expression did not change. He grasped the wall with his five fingers and his body was pulled back to the stairs. He was silent for a while and then said, "The height of this tower seems to be higher than it looks from the outside." many."
"Yes, not only the height, but also the space inside is much larger than it looks from the outside. Medivh's library alone is probably about the same size as a city in Stormwind City."
It took a lot of effort for the two of them to walk up the dilapidated stairs. When they stood on the stone floor, they felt relieved.
Karazhan is a place that is always weird. Even the two death knights are not willing to stay in this ghost place for longer. They just want to find what Arthas needs as soon as possible and leave quickly to avoid further trouble.
However, when they just passed through a hall with strange statues and entered an extremely wide corridor, the tall cold stone statue at the end of the corridor attracted Lothar's attention.
He grabbed Orgrim who was still moving forward, which made the orc ask with some confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Wait... that statue looks familiar to me." Lothar observed the surrounding situation, smashed the bricks on the ground with a sword, picked it up with his feet and kicked it into the open space in front of him.
Before the broken bricks fell to the ground, nothing unusual happened. But the moment the bricks fell to the ground, bucket-sized blue-purple lightning flashed out from the reliefs on both sides of the corridor, crushing the hard stones into鑑粉.
"Is it a magic trap?"
Orgrim looked at the shattered bricks and gestured whether to destroy the magic devices on both sides.
"No...it's not just a magic trap..." Lothar's eyes were fixed on the huge statue at the end of the corridor. He felt that the arcane energy seemed to be activated and was flowing towards the statue.
The eyes of the huge white stone sculpture flashed with azure light, and the arms that were originally hanging were lifted up little by little, and the movements changed from stiff to agile.
"Unauthorized intruder detected, 'curator' prepares to activate backup plan."
The mechanical voice without any emotion resounded in the empty corridor. The two palms of the tall structure [Curator] suddenly smacked together, sparking dense arcane lightning and illuminating the entire corridor. As bright as day.
Orgrim raised his hand to block the raging lightning storm, and at the same time wanted to ask what the backup plan was.
"Backup plan? What is that!"
"I don't know either! But it definitely doesn't mean to be friendly - prepare to fight!"
The long sword in Lothar's hand swung out, splitting the blue arcane energy, and the aftermath of the impact tore the floor tiles beside him. "This is Medivh's magic structure. We can't get around it to take Medivh away." Wen’s collection!”
"Hmph, I understand, tell me, what is the weakness of this big rock!"
"Have you seen those arcane crystals on its body? Those are the nodes where it connects energy. Every time one is destroyed, a part of its body will stop moving!"
After listening to Lothar's explanation, Orgrim held up the dark green magic shield with his war hammer. Against the arcane storm triggered by the curator, the distance between one person and one structure was shrinking sharply.
The curator also realized that this seemingly small guy posed a great threat to him. He raised his stone palm and slapped it heavily on the ground.
The ground shook like an earthquake under the curator's heavy blows, and Orgrim's movements were also hindered. He had to slow down to avoid falling or exposing flaws.
However, the curator's attack was more than just this one. The huge arcane energy in its body spurted out, and actually followed the conduction on the ground, condensing into a large number of arcane creatures in front of Orgrim.
These magical creatures are composed of pure energy and are a nightmare for all professions that lack magic attack methods. However, the database Medivh gave to the curator did not record the profession of [Death Knight].
The power of the runes rose, and the mighty power from death wrapped around Orgrim's war hammer. He wielded the heavy rune war hammer as usual. The arcane creatures were controlled by the curator and pounced on the arcane without fear of death. Grim.
In the curator's opinion, such melee attacks cannot threaten creatures made of elements at all. However, when Orgrim's war hammer fell on those arcane creatures, they well reflected the concept of "fragility". word.
The power of death erodes the structure of arcane creatures at the moment of contact, destroys the purity of their energy, and leaves them in a state of disorder.
Such chaos is not something that these temporarily created arcane creatures can withstand. The crystallized energy in their bodies is quickly corroded and becomes as fragile as glass.
Ignoring the damage caused by the arcane energy, Orgrim directly reached out and inserted his hand into the body of an arcane terror. With a squeeze of five fingers, he crushed its dim core.
Seeing that several magical creatures were unable to pose a threat to Orgrim, the curator wanted to launch an offensive while Orgrim had not completely solved the problem, but a figure appeared in its scanning range like falling from the sky.
Lothar held the rune sword upside down, and with the momentum of falling from the sky, he sent the blade straight into the crystal on the curator's left shoulder.
The two forces suddenly clashed violently in the delicate crystal, but in the blink of an eye, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the hard arcane crystal.
