A crow jumped up from the branch and flew towards the dark sky.

The moonlight shines in the gray-black valley, and outlines a 100-meter-high tower that reaches the sky among the rugged peaks.

The bottom of the tower was surrounded by countless broken wooden houses, and gusts of cold wind blew across the streets, with dilapidated doors and windows pounding.

In this withered ghost town, a huge shadow is slowly moving, gradually covering the entire valley.

It was not the dark clouds that cast the shadows, but a huge black ship in the sky.

The broken branches and leaves on the ground were automatically broken, and then several blue vortexes appeared out of thin air, and dozens of figures walked out of nowhere.

Zach was walking in front, followed by Arretin and dozens of wild hunters.

At this time, the black-haired mage lost a lot of weight and the lines on his cheeks were clear.

"Aretin, how many casualties did the Red Knight die?"

The skeleton knight in the lead took off his armor and showed a handsome face: "Two people died, five people were injured..."

Zach nodded gently.

He had previously ordered Arretin to lead a Nefagier to ambush the black knights, but even though he had a huge advantage in number and had sufficient plans, the Wild Hunter Knights still paid a certain price to win.

Hope it's all worth it.

Zach touched his chin on his left side, and a scar as thick as two fingers stretched from his left face to under his collar.

After the official mage has obtained immortality, the body no longer has scars, but the wound cannot fully heal.

Time is no longer waiting for anyone.

He looked up at the tower in front of him, and the moonlight at night outlined a huge shadow, which was far higher than the stone peaks on both sides of the valley.

It had been dilapidated, and a large hole was even broken on the tower, revealing the streaks and rooms that were stacked and twisted inside.

Karazan - the most famous mage tower in the entire Azeroth world.

The main entrance of the tower is closed, and the steel railings have long been twisted and bent, like melting black candles. The wooden door behind is also covered with dents. The wall next to the door seems to have been baked at high temperature, and the gray marble surface is wrapped in black glazed.

It seems that someone has tried to break into the door but has never been able to do so.

The young man took out the purple key from his arms and inserted it into the keyhole. The thick wooden door opened silently, revealing the gloomy corridor inside.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and just as he was about to step into the tower, a voice came from the darkness:

"You've come in after all your time."

An old man in a cloak appeared at the end of the dark corridor.

His beard was gray and his face was shrouded under his hood. There was a ruby ​​pendant hanging on his chest, and the tassels on his shoulder armor were like crow's feathers.

"I thought you were going to tear Karazan out of trouble a few days ago."

"Good meeting, Your Excellency Guardian." Zach recognized the other party at a glance.

Medivh - the owner of this wizard tower.

He had already prepared a speech for the two of them to meet: "My name is Zach Stuart..."

However, when Zach saw the old man in the cloak wave his hand:

"I should have dealt with those black knights a long time ago..." The old man smiled: "You have solved a problem for me."

Medivh gently tapped the ground with the staff in his hand, and the chandeliers on the ceiling lit up, illuminating the dusty marble floor. The insects on the spider webs penetrated into the cracks in the wall in horror.

"Come in and sit..." He turned and walked towards the dusty staircase: "A visitor from another world."

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The dense footsteps echoed in the open hall, Zach and Medivh walked in front, Arretin followed behind with more than a dozen wild hunters, and steel boots stomped on the marble floor.

The wide corridor is enough to carry several carriages in parallel. The Wild Hunter King couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he looked at the huge statues beside the walls on both sides.

This mage tower, known as "Karazan", is too big, maybe even bigger than Zach's mage tower.

"I've never seen such a black-haired elf..." Medivh looked at Arretin, who was looking around: "Where are you from?"

"It's far away, no intention of offending, Lord Medivh, but farther than anywhere you know."

However, this sentence seemed to arouse the old man's interest in digging his mind: "Haha, let's talk."

Zach nodded slightly.

Since the other party asked, he would just act like a little bit.

He is now in a world called Azeroth.

And the old man named Medivh beside him is the most powerful and knowledgeable mage in this world today.

If anyone else in this world can believe in the bizarre origin of Zach and his group, then it will be Medivh.

"Give me an example that is not very appropriate..." The black-haired mage waved his hand, and a broken book scattered by the wall flew into his hands out of thin air, and the pages flipped: "If the universe is a bookshelf and Azeroth is a book, each page of which is a plane, such as elemental plane, material plane, emerald dream, etc., the gap between books is naturally twisted in the void..."

Zach was only halfway through, but Medivh was already standing there, his face full of surprise.

The young man just said a few short words indifferently, but every word was a secret that even the old men in Dalaran didn't know.

He did feel some strange arcane energy from this young man, and had long guessed that the other party's origin was mysterious, but he did not expect that the other party knew Azeroth so well.

After a while, Medivh nodded: "What a wonderful metaphor..."

A large door slowly opened in front of the two of them, revealing a huge planetarium.

In the empty hall, various observation instruments, compass calipers, and shad paper filled with sketches piled up into mountains.

"So Mr. Stuart..." The old man pointed to the giant astronomical telescope hanging down from the center of the hall and asked with a smile: "What book is your hometown?"

But Zach shook his head: "We come from another bookshelf..."

He looked up at the top of his head, and the bronze dome of the planetary museum was carved with countless planets and their trajectories, displaying every star in the vast universe in a complex and gorgeous way.

"In this universe, there is no hometown."

The sigh of the black-haired young man was faintly audible.

In fact, the book and the bookshelves are not even considered metaphors.

Just like the witch hunter world he was in before, the Azeroth world he is now in was also an overview fantasy world composed of various cultural works in his previous life.

To a certain extent, he did come from one book to another.

This made Zach doubt his true self again, and on the other hand, it also made him more determined to find the truth.

"Then why did you visit this world?" Medivh nodded without comment, as if shelving her exploration of Zach's origin: "And why did you try to enter Karazan?"

The Guardian was actually a little depressed.

He had just traveled to the capital of Lordaeron a few days ago to warn everyone of the upcoming disaster, but the King Terenas did not listen to his advice at all and directly asked the guards to drive him out.

In desperation, he was about to go to Dalaran, the kingdom of the wizards, where the most powerful human mage in the world, Antonidas, lived. Perhaps the other party could be wiser than the mortal king.

However, halfway through, he sensed a visitor from his mage tower.

When he flew back, he happened to see the black-haired young man hammering against Karazan's door.

The banging sound made the entire mage tower tremble slightly, and the blue-purple high-temperature flames almost melted the door into lava.

If I hadn't been working hard to maintain the barrier behind the door, Karazan's foundation would have been demolished by this strange mage.

The other party just went back and forth for several days.

Didn’t the black knights who “fall into the trap” deliberately send out to deliver the keys? It was not only a small temptation, but also gave the other party a legitimate reason to enter Karazan.

Otherwise, if this mess continues, I don’t know when it will be.

"We were just passing by this bookshelves..." The black-haired mage touched the scar on his neck that had not healed: "But he encountered some changes."

Arretin, who was standing beside him, stopped looking around, and the wild hunting warriors also looked at each other, as if they were still scared of the "change" that Zach said.

McDiewen said kindly: "I hope to hear it carefully."

Zach opened his mouth and tried to speak but stopped several times.

"It's no longer important..." He took his eyes back from the dome of the planetarium.

"But I'm going to Karazan to ask for something..." The black-haired mage looked straight into the old man's eyes under the hood:
Chapter completed!