Remember [New] in a second! Moros was an old acquaintance brought by Medivh's father, Nieras Elan, who was the court mage of the Stormwind Kingdom, from his own territory.

Moros witnessed the rise of Karazhan, the birth and growth of Medivh, and the whole process of Medivh's degeneration step by step.

Out of loyalty, Moros could not interfere with the guardian Medivh's decision, but long before the battle between the two generations of guardians started, the shrewd Moros vaguely predicted the final outcome of the increasingly impetuous Medivh.

Of course, there is also his own ending.

However, it is one thing to be able to predict future developments, and quite another to be able to make changes sufficiently.

Although Moros expected the old master (Aegwynn) to use his personality modification punch to wake up Medivh who had gone astray, he also made psychological preparations for Aegwynn's defeat in advance.

"Looking at it now, in that mother-son battle back then, the master should have won in the end, right?"

"Yes." Khadgar sighed with emotion: "It was precisely because of the Guardian War that shook the entire southern part of the continent that Lothar and I truly confirmed Medivh's depravity."

"Sorry, Moros."

Khadgar bowed his head guiltily and said to Moros: "Sir Lothar and I killed Medivh, if you..."

Moros patted Khadgar's shoulder with a smile and comforted him: "You think I'll be furious about this? No, no, no, I would like to thank you and Anduin for freeing him from his inescapable fate."

"I know the master very well. Believe me, astral mages don't die so easily."

"Maybe he is hiding in a corner of the world in the form of a soul right now, ready to come back and watch our jokes at any time."

"Raise your head and stand proudly! The new owner of Karazhan, Tower of the Guardians - Archmage Khadgar."

Moros helped Khadgar tidy up the robes that were a little messed up after the battle with a serious expression: "Since fate has not let me return to heaven, as the steward of Karazhan, I will continue to assist the master of Karazhan." Take care of this tower of glory."

"Fate...?"

Khadgar himself doesn't really believe in the mystical theory of fate, or... mages who are knowledgeable and determined to exhaust all truths in the world usually don't believe in fate.

The so-called fate, in the eyes of mages, is nothing more than a series of information disturbances to piece together a seemingly established future direction. Sharlayan has also emphasized many times that the future is by no means static.

Khadgar's EQ is not at the disaster level anyway, he didn't say this in front of Moros.

Khadgar, who had always been worried about his "incorrect position" was finally relieved to be recognized by Moros, the steward who had assisted two generations of Karazhan's guardians.

As Sharlayan expected, as the steward of Karazhan, Moroes obtained some blessings similar to the rules when Karazhan was mutated due to Medivh's death.

As long as they are undead creatures active in Karazhan, they will be bound by the will of the old steward to a certain extent.

Following Moros' thought, the ghosts who had been knocked on the other side of the ice wall last second suddenly fell silent.

Since Karazhan has not yet been officially restored, there will be a long period of time in danger.

After some discussions with Moros, the old steward agreed to return the artifacts kept by Karazhan to their original owners and return them to the rebuilt Tirisfal Council.

In fact, most of the artifacts that can be recorded by Aegwynn were originally kept by the Tirisfal Council, and were only allocated to members of the Tirisfal Council for temporary use in order to capture Aegwynn.

As the user of the artifact, Sharlayan has the most say on this.

Artifacts are really not something that anyone can easily control, especially artifacts with self-awareness like Apocalypse and Aluneth, a user who might control them in turn.

In the large-scale operation to hunt down Aegwynn, the situation of Les Shar was not an exception, and a large number of artifacts were lost one after another.

Until Medivh destroyed the Tirisfal Council with his own hands, there were still many artifacts left outside, and they were recovered one by one by the black knights headed by Aridin and kept in the catacombs of Karazhan.

"Card!"

With Moroes' assurance, Khadgar dismantled the ice wall, revealing the dazed ghosts of nobles on the stairs.

"Moros? Attumen? What the **** is going on? Are we... dead?"

It was Duke Crispin who had just chased over from the dining room to speak.

With the awakening of the will of Moroes, the leader of the undead in Karazhan, the ghosts who were influenced by the mage Medivh gradually recovered their sanity.

After learning that they had already died, a considerable part of the noble souls of the former Stormwind Kingdom could not accept the reality, and there was a lot of crying at the scene.

Seeing the various states of life performed by these familiar guests, Moros sighed helplessly, and looked at Sharlayan with eyes for help.

"Master Deep Shadow, look..."

Sharlayan smiled and nodded: "The sad souls who don't want to stay in Azeroth, I will send them to the destination of all the dead - the Shadowlands, and start a new life."

It has been 13 years since Karazhan changed. The Kingdom of Stormwind was destroyed and rebuilt again. The country that these nobles are familiar with has not changed beyond recognition.

Many descendants of nobles died in the first orc war, and they no longer have any nostalgia for this strange Azeroth.

Based on the principle of voluntariness, Sharlayan accepted all those who wanted to go to the kingdom of the dead to start a new life, and used the withered realm as a transit to transport them all to the eternal city of Olympus to be judged by the arbitrator.

For those who wish to stay in Karazhan, Moros is in charge of overall management, including the six elite ghosts who fought with Sarlayan before.

As all the ghosts in Karazhan who regained their sanity came to the banquet hall on the second floor to understand the situation, most of the areas on the 1st to 4th floors were restored.

Afterwards, Khadgar will take these ghosts to recover the remaining areas on the first four floors occupied by the automatic defense systems such as the curator and the Virgin of Chastity.

After dealing with the internal problems, Khadgar will consider going up and compete with the demons for control of the upper layers of Karazhan.

But these have nothing to do with Sharlayan for the time being. He made an appointment with Khadgar to visit Karazhan again when he needs to clean up the Nether Dragon and purify the Night Demon. This is the responsibility Sharlayan should bear as a member of the Dragon Clan.

However, considering that Nether Dragon and Night Demon are located in the upper layer of Karazhan, and even the demons are unwilling to provoke them, God knows when Khadgar will be able to advance to this area.

"You should think about it."

Before being teleported away by Khadgar using the augmented space runestone, Sarlayan persuaded Khadgar earnestly: "Ronin and I are old acquaintances, at least in my knowledge, Ronin is not a Those who blindly covet the wealth of Karazhan."

The so-called wealth here is not gold, silver and jewelry, but a large number of precious books left by two generations of guardians, Aegwynn and Medivh, and it is also the priceless thing that mages care about most—knowledge.

As the legal heir of Karazhan, Moros made it clear that Khadgar has the right to handle all the wealth in Karazhan.

However, as the steward of Karazhan, he gave his personal advice. Even if he wants to share knowledge with Dalaran, it is best to let them only copy the secretary and keep the original in Karazhan.

With this as a bargaining chip, Khadgar can take advantage of the call of the Kirin Tor Speaker Rhonin to hire a large number of Dalaran mages who are happy to hunt to help clean up the remaining enemies in Karazhan.

Khadgar said with some distress: "I am also willing to trust Rhonin, but...you also know that Dalaran is not decided by Rhonin alone, and those councilors also have their own thoughts."

Sharlayan patted Khadgar's shoulder in understanding: "That's true. Anyway, you can decide for yourself. If necessary, the Royal Arcane Society of Quel'Thalas is also willing to help you."

"Oh, right."

Just before the teleportation mage was completed, Sharlayan, who had half of his body entered the space channel, showed Khadgar a playful smile.

"Almost forgot to say."

"As Moros mentioned half-jokingly before, Medivh is indeed still alive. Right now, he, Aegwynn, and Meri Dongfeng are sitting in the headquarters of the Tirisfal Council in Dalaran - the Temple of the Guardian. .”

"…ha?!"

Hearing this shocking secret all of a sudden, Khadgar's exclamation sounded unconsciously changed.

"Why didn't you come early for such an important matter...Hey! Stop for me!"

When Khadgar regained his composure and hopped his feet, Sharlayan had already disappeared from the spot.

"Hmm~~"

Before leaving, he teased Khadgar viciously, and Sharlayan, who walked out of the space passage, felt refreshed.

"The teleportation is quite accurate~lightnovelpub.net~ As soon as Sharlayan looked up, he saw the familiar Dalaran floating city. In and out.

"Huh?"

Just as Sharlayan, who was carrying a heavy treasure, planned to enter Dalaran in a low-key manner among the crowd, one of the high elf mages in charge of guarding the teleportation circle recognized him.

"Duke of Deep Shadow?! Why... no, welcome to Dalaran!"

Thinking of a certain heavy news that came from China not long ago, the mage who almost blurted out the question immediately restrained his expression, and bowed respectfully to Sharlayan with an attitude that was not in line with the high elves' naturally arrogant nature.

Sharlayan was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of surprise, and waved to the high elf with a wry smile.

"Thank you for your hard work. I have something to go to the Guardian Temple to discuss with the Tirisfal Council. I don't need to disturb the Kirin Tor for now...Forget it, let them know."

'Mom, have you gone too far? Look scare the kid...'