The location of Karazhan Mage Tower itself was a chaotic intersection of time and space, a cosmic traffic jam where anything could appear. Medivh originally built his own Mage Tower here, firstly with the idea of ??research (probably involving exploding things), and secondly to trap the enemy (which he was now doing rather effectively to himself). Duke really couldn't guarantee what would happen next. He was basically just winging it.
When traveling in Karazhan, you could also see all kinds of chaos: magical creatures and ghosts everywhere, floating stones that defied gravity, and the void outside the tower, which looked suspiciously like a giant, hungry mouth. This was the situation in Karazhan even when Medivh was still conscious. Karazhan itself was a very incredible place, probably designed by a madman.
Duke still didn't understand why such a weak Khadgar could bring Lothar to Medivh at this point in history. He probably just got lucky. Now Duke was leading the team, and fortunately, everything was going well, which was a minor miracle in itself.
"Oh, I don't know how Reggie is doing. Don't die, Reginald..." Finally, when Duke had some free time, he found Windsor's name in the list of followers in the system prompt, which made Duke feel relieved. The future Marshal Windsor was, as it turned out, in deep, deep trouble at the moment.
After paying the rather hefty price of twenty casualties (mostly from tripping over their own feet in the dark), Windsor and other elite soldiers had finally killed the special existence guarding the gate – the demonized hunter Atumen and his perpetually grumpy demon horse 'Midnight'. In order to better advance at the front gate and attract the attention of Sargeras, who was currently controlling Medivh (like a very powerful, very evil puppet master), Windsor decisively chose to continue moving forward, because apparently, he liked a challenge.
Originally, Windsor was prepared for a fierce battle, probably involving more demons and very sharp things. Who knew an accident would happen.
"Ohhh! Praise Stormwind City, His Majesty the King finally sent people to rescue us, you glorious, shiny heroes!"
When he first saw these guys, Windsor was still wondering if this was a trick of the devil, perhaps a particularly elaborate illusion. But soon, Windsor was "overwhelmed" – not by enemies, but by a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated nobility. These well-dressed nobles in front of him were all from more prominent backgrounds than each other, practically dripping with inherited wealth and condescension.
Baron Lavroud Luger (who probably owned a very small, very dusty vineyard) Count Crispin Ferrens (who probably owned a slightly larger, slightly less dusty vineyard) Lady Dorothy Millsdip (who probably owned a very expensive, very yappy dog) Countess Catriona Warnindi (who probably owned several very expensive, very yappy dogs) ...and so on, a veritable parade of self-importance.
"Damn it, those terrible greenskins are everywhere, and we didn't have time to evacuate to Stormwind City, so we came to Karazhan to seek refuge with the Guardian Medivh," one of them whined, dabbing at a non-existent tear. "Mr. Moros, Medivh's butler, took us in," another sniffed, "but recently a series of unknown events have occurred in Karazhan. Many demons have poured out! It's too scary! We can only stay in the dining room on the third floor, subsisting on stale bread and our own tears!"
These nobles were complaining to Windsor and other soldiers, telling them about their truly awful, utterly inconvenient experiences. Windsor was also thoroughly embarrassed. He originally wanted to kill all the enemies he saw, but who would have thought that a group of uncles and aunts, dripping with entitlement, would come out instead? One, two, except for the weakest Baron Druger, there were a large number of earls and countesses. If you encountered these guys anywhere else but here, it would be enough to make any warrior bow and scrape for a long time, probably until their knees ached.
We cannot just ignore it now that we have encountered it. If we do nothing to help so many nobles, once this matter is exposed, we will be dragged to the gallows and hanged in a minute when we return to Stormwind City. It was a lose-lose situation, but with more hanging.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Windsor began, trying to sound sympathetic, "a piece of unfortunate news. The guardian you rely on and depend on for protection, Mr. Medivh, may have been possessed by the demons of the Burning Legion. We are on our way to defeat Medivh, and possibly exorcise him." Before Windsor had finished speaking, the nobles over there were absolutely furious.
"Impossible! He's such a lovely host!"
"Oh my god, this is horrible! Who will serve us tea now?!"
"Soldier! As the Earl of the East of Elwynn Forest, I order you to protect us and leave immediately! Right now! Before my manicure is ruined!"
Although Windsor repeatedly emphasized his duties, the nobles screamed like crazy, using all kinds of threats and inducements to force Windsor to obey them. They were basically a very loud, very demanding mob. The only good thing was that these nobles had no servants or attendants around them, otherwise they would be even more arrogant, probably demanding foot massages while fleeing.
As a last resort, Windsor could only allocate one-third of his troops to escort these noble lords back from the direction of the raid and leave Karazhan, probably with a lot of grumbling. Then, when Windsor, who had regrouped and was feeling slightly less annoyed, went to a banquet hall on the second floor, he saw a human being. No, it should be said that he was a demonized human being. The strong evil aura on him could be clearly felt even from more than ten meters away, like a very bad cologne.
"Hello, human who is not on the visitor list. I am Moroes, the steward of Karazhan. Unfortunately, Master Medivh has ordered that all outsiders who are not on the visitor list to be eliminated. So, please die."
After seeing this gentle-looking old man in red instantly have his bright red and yellow dress blown off and his whole body transformed into a huge satyr demon, Windsor suddenly had a question: Why did the butler Moros, who was already a demon, let go of the group of nobles just now?
Windsor felt a shock in his heart, like an electric shock, which paralyzed his hands and feet. However, he and his men did not have the time or the leisure to do so. Because in the corners of the huge corridors, behind the gorgeous pillars, and in the rooms of all sizes, many Satyrs emerged.
These demons transformed from humans wielded various weapons, or simply attacked with their claws, and attacked Windsor and his men...
At the same time, near the top of Karazhan's Mage Tower.
After resting, Duke, Lothar and Garona led their men to continue their advance.
After defeating the enemies in the chess level, a door opened behind the strange statue. There was a normal long staircase behind the door, but when Duke and his party climbed the stairs, they suddenly found that the space was messed up again.
This staircase was not the one that led to Medivh's bedroom as expected, but led directly to the roof.
In fact, when Duke saw the roof, he already had a bad feeling.
When he saw the huge figure with blue-green skin, Duke said in his heart, "Oh my god!"
It was a demon of gigantic stature.
He was dressed like a strongman, wearing only two shoulder armors, hand armors, a belt, and leg armors, with most of the rest of his skin exposed. His explosive muscles could be seen with the naked eye, such as his extremely toned six-pack abs and his thigh muscles with vertical lines.
Of course, the iconic thick tail of the Eredar demon is indispensable.
More than 10,000 years ago, the demon king Sargeras went to Argus to recruit the entire Eredar to join his Burning Crusade. Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, two of the three leaders of the Eredar, agreed to join. The Eredar are what humans commonly call the demons.
Demons are generally divided into two colors, red or blue. In the Burning Legion, the two Eredar demon bosses are not subordinate to each other and will not cooperate with each other. The representative of the red-skinned demon is Kil'jaeden, and this demon is obviously from Archimonde's faction.