Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 132 The Secret of Midas Castle
"You come with me."

Bishop Maca looked up at Karl, stuffed the parchment warrant into Karl's hand, and yelled at Karol in a deafening voice: "You guys stay here and don't move!!"

Bishop Maca led Karl to the back of the church. The two walked along the side of the church, passed through more than a dozen load-bearing marble pillars with a diameter of nearly one meter, bypassed the decorations that blocked the view, and came to the back of the church. A corner, a narrow room.

Bishop Maca walked tremblingly to one side of the wall. Karl tried to help, but was stopped. Then Bishop Maca began to mutter, and a magic circle shining with golden light appeared on the wall of the room. It became more and more prosperous, and the rumbling sound continued to come from one side of the wall.

Under Karl's surprised gaze, a gap in the wall slowly moved through which only one person could pass through. Bishop Maca walked in first, "Follow me!"

A square room with no more than 2 meters in length and width, with a downward staircase in the center of the room.

The stairs were old and covered with dust. Bishop Maca took a lantern from the wall and walked towards the stairs.

"Light Art," Karl stretched out his slender, pale fingers under the mage's robe, and a white ball of light flew out of his fingers, floating beside the two of them, moving forward together with their advancing steps.

"It's really enviable," Bishop Maca stared at the ball of light, and sighed, "It's effortless to use spells."

"Don't make fun of me, my lord bishop," Carl rolled his eyes. He was lying. Bishop Maca's strength is unfathomable, and it is impossible to cast spells with great effort. This weak bishop's strength is by no means inferior to Kel'Thuzad. , even comparable to the legendary mage.

"In front of you, this is just a small trick."

"Ha, I'm old, my body is not as good as before, and now every time I cast a spell, it consumes my remaining life," Bishop Maca spiraled down the stairs, feeling: "In a few years, I Let's go see the Holy Light!"

The descending stairs were damp and dark, and there was a musty smell in the air. Many storage rooms have this smell, which is the smell of wood and paper reacting with the air in a humid environment.

The two walked down for a full 10 minutes, and the temperature in the air had changed from warm to cold.

Soon, Bishop Maca and Karl reached the end of the stairs.

"The next thing you see is that the Holy Light Church in Nanhai Town has sealed a secret for 200 years. Don't tell anyone this secret!"

"A powerful light spell."

The white ball of light floated on the top of the basement, and the light swayed down, casting shadows on the ground.

This is a basement with an ordinary layout. Wooden bookshelves more than 5 meters high are placed around the room, and the bookshelves are full of various books and materials.

Throwing a stack of parchment and a book with a brown cover to Carl, a voice rang in Carl's mind: "You have 2 hours, I'll wait for you outside."

Carl was the first to pick up the brown-covered book, a memoir about St. Midas protecting the castle and rescuing refugees from troll attacks.

At least the first half is like this, the whole story is exactly the same as that told by the little bard, exactly the same.

But it takes a nosedive in the second half of the book.

During the defense of Midas Castle at the turning point of that war, Midas used a strange spell that no one had ever seen before. Time to complete the encirclement of the troll army.

The description of the spell terrified Karl. The spell could make the dead stand up again, pick up weapons on the ground and continue to join the battle.

Moreover, not only humans but also trolls have stood up again, but these trolls are no longer the trolls they used to be. They obeyed Midas' order and joined the human side. In this way, people died and corpses continued. Joining the battle, the number of humans on the human side continues to increase, and the situation on the battlefield is reversed.

By the time the support troops had completed the encirclement, the army of corpses had already wiped out one-third of these trolls. It could be said that no reinforcements were needed at all. As long as there was enough time, I believe that the army of death alone would be able to sweep away the opponent.

Scourge of the Undead, Midas is a mage who studies necromancy.

Now Karl finally knows what is sealed in Midas Castle, the dead army of the Scourge.

The second half of the book tells how Midas went from the glorious and radiant Saint Midas to an evil necromancer.

The remaining parchments are the information recorded by the Midas Castle Garrison Office, and are the deaths that occurred in various places in Midas Castle.

With continuous in-depth research on psychic spells, the power of death gradually penetrated Midas' body and eroded his soul. The noble lord gradually turned into a ruthless murderous maniac who would only bring death. Under the circumstances, four years after the end of the war, dozens of priests and hundreds of soldiers from the Holy Light Church successfully cleaned up all the undead creatures outside Midas Castle.

And gathered the strength and resources of the Church of the Holy Light in the entire Hillsbrad area, and successfully sealed Midas and his evil servants in the castle.

After rearranging the information and putting it back in its original location, Karl left the basement, walked up the circular staircase, and successfully returned to the ground.

Bishop Maca was smoking a pipe, narrowing his eyes in enjoyment.

"Now you know what you are about to face?"

"The Scourge of the Undead," Carl shook his head with a wry smile, and said depressedly, "I'm afraid I'll have to hire someone else for this task."

"Actually, it's not as bad as you think." Maca exhaled a puff of smoke ring and continued, "The seal of the holy light not only prevents the leakage of the undead natural disaster, but also cuts off their power of death."

"Without the power of death, although the natural disasters of the undead will not die, they will become weaker and weaker. After 200 years, the natural disasters of the undead are not as good as before."

Bishop Maca's spirit was shaken, and the huge spiritual power enveloped the entire church. A majestic voice rang through everyone's minds, "Leah, come to me, side hall 3."

A moment later, a female priest came in, with waist-length brown hair, snow-white skin, a white battle robe wrapped in silver chain mail, and a graceful body with unevenness.

"Teacher, you are looking for me," the female priest bowed and saluted.

The female priest in front of him, Karl showed a surprised expression. He had seen this female priest. She fought with the innkeeper Clark Lieyan at the gate of the cast iron hotel, and participated in the task of cleaning up the murlocs. The melee priest who impressed Karl deeply.

(End of this chapter)