World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

In front of Karazhan's gate in Sunshine Forest.

Warriors from the two worlds of Draenor and Azeroth have already ascended the stairs. Nergo concentrated on it, clenched his fists, and tensed his whole body. His tall body moved quietly, as elegant and agile as the breeze. Likewise, Garona and Khadgar were also sneaking cautiously. The tribal heavy sword bounced around behind Khadgar's back. Compared to the other two, he felt like a clumsy stone puppet. Even the big bear named Misha seemed to be more agile than him. , behind them, more flying dragons began to land, putting down batches of Ascended Ones.

Karazhan is a magic tower. Nergo has always known this. According to Khadgar, Karazhan Magic Tower has many features, such as barriers, magic defense, etc., but other than that, its biggest feature is Very big.

It's so big that it's easy to get lost.

"It would be difficult for us to find the demon king if he was hiding." Garona said casually.

"He doesn't need to hide." Khadgar retorted: "Maybe you don't know who the devil we are facing is."

"Then do you know who the great chief is who leads us? The great chief has defeated more than one demon king."

"Okay, be quiet. Khadgar is right. He does not need to hide. It can even be said that he is waiting for me."

Walking down the countless steps, Nergo looked at the desolate scene in the mage tower.

"It seems that he does need a wife." Nergo joked. He didn't want others to be too stressed. Being tense would not be good for them.

"He who rises in flames, light a fire." Nergo said in a message.

"It seems to be getting weirder here." Khadgar shrugged.

The flames lit by the shamans reflected countless heavily armed shadows on the wall, giving the entire stairwell a strange, almost nightmarish atmosphere. Danger seemed to lurk behind every cold wall of the mage tower, and Khadgar guarded every dim door in case a deadly ambush lay beyond.

"If I remember correctly, there seems to be someone else here," Khadgar said.

"But unfortunately, there is nothing here." Garona glanced at Khadgar.

"How do you know?" Khadgar asked.

"Obviously kid, because the warchief didn't say anything." Garona sighed. If there were any enemies, Nergo's perception would be enough to issue an order to alert the others before the enemies appeared.

Indeed, nothing. The theater balcony was empty, there was no Little Red Riding Hood or Big Bad Wolf. The stable was empty, and there was no trace of the hunter Atumen or the warhorse Midnight. The banquet hall was also empty, as was the conference room. The furnishings inside were intact and showed no signs of life.

The guest rooms are the same guest rooms, just without the guests. Khadgar returned to his residence and found that even there had not changed at all.

There was no curator, virginity saint, or even the chess set. The bosses that were still in the game seemed to have disappeared, and the entire Karazhan seemed empty.

Until the orcs began to cast strange shadows across the library, making the iron platforms look twisted and terrifying and the bookshelves turning into battlements. The books were untouched, and even Khadgar's recent notes lay on the table. Isn't Medivh at all afraid of any of his books being stolen?

Or maybe in the eyes of the demon Sargeras, this knowledge is insignificant and not worth his time to collect?

At this time, several scraps of paper caught Khadgar's attention, and he realized that he was in front of the bookshelf where the epic was stored. Finally something different. A torn scroll. Khadgar picked up the largest fragment, read a few lines, and nodded.

"Aegwynn's Hymn?" Nelgo asked him, as if he already knew what it was.

"Have you read it?" Khadgar was a little surprised. Why? There are many.

"Don't be surprised, I saw it before you saw it." Nergo ignored the piece of paper.

"Didn't you say there is a butler here? Maybe he knows where Medivh went."

Khadgar slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, and Moros."

After a while, on the lowest floor, where the main entrance leads to the kitchen and storeroom, they succeeded in finding Moros. His usually curved body was now stretched out in the center of the hall, and the arc-shaped blood stain left by the drag extended along the floor to one wall. His eyes were wide open, but the expression on his face was surprisingly calm. It seemed that even death could not frighten the old housekeeper's inner turmoil.

He may have known about his master's abnormality for a long time.

Nergo walked to the wall and pressed it.

"Come here, Khadgar." Nergo greeted.

Although Khadgar had doubts, he still came over decisively.

"There is a door here." Nergo said firmly.

"But I never saw it when I was in Karazhan."

"Will the devil tell you his hiding place?" Nergo explained: "Now listen to me, you cast magic on this wall and open the door."

Nelgo didn't know how Khadgar opened the door in the original plot and what magic he cast, but it was better to let him do it than himself. He didn't know anything about Azeroth's magic.

Looking at this perfectly normal wall, Khadgar thought to himself: I used to pass by here five or six times a day. There should be nothing behind this wall except stone bricks and soil.

"Stand away," the young mage said, "I want to cast a spell."

The orcs left a place for Khadgar, and Khadgar began to gather energy. He had used this spell before, but on real doors, and this was the first time he had tried to cast it on an invisible door. He began to imagine the door, sketching its shape in his mind, imagining how big it would be to move Moros's body a quarter of an arc, where the hinges would be, where the door frame would be, and how big it would be to move Moros' body a quarter of an arc. If it plays a security role, where will the door lock be placed?

It can be said that it is difficult to cast this spell without imagination.

Khadgar conceived the general shape of the door, and then released a small burst of magical energy towards the invisible door frame, trying to unlock the hidden locks. To his surprise, the wall really moved, and a crack appeared on one side. Although it was not big, it was enough to show that a door that did not exist a moment ago appeared here.

"Pry it open!" Nergo ordered, and the orc shamans swarmed forward, holding axes or hammers.

With a bang, the door opened.

A bottomless staircase stood in front of them.

"The devil is inside." Nergo greeted: "Come with me now, rush in and chop him."

In a cave at the deepest point of the road, Medivh sat on the sofa, shaking his wine glass, "Young trust, and the warchief, hehehe, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

ps: The name Khadgar means trust in Dwarven language.