The main force heading to Karazhan this time consisted of Lothar, Khadgar, Lancer, whom Lothar hired midway, and one unexpected person —————— Garona.
"Orc?!"
Because the enemy next was Medivh, Lothar was fully armored at this time, wearing the armor custom-made for him by the King, and holding the 'Great Royal Sword' that symbolized loyalty and honor. Almost at the same time he spoke, several Royal Guards behind him drew their swords, and even Lancer raised his Gae Bolg without hesitation.
In the past few days, he had personally witnessed the madness of these Orcs. If he had originally treated them as NPCs in a game, then after more than a dozen battles, large and small, he had personally experienced the brutality of this race. Even if those green-skinned Orcs were pierced through the heart by him, they would still swing the weapons in their hands, trying to take him down with them.
Up until now, hundreds of Orcs had died under Lancer hands, but even so, he had never captured even a single Orc. Unless they died, they were all wildly roaring and attacking their enemies.
It could be said that Lancer, who didn't know much about this world, had defined the 'Orcs' as brutal invaders. Seeing the other party appear in Stormwind City at this moment, he almost attacked them instinctively. He only stopped when he remembered that Lothar, who was half the host here, did not directly attack the person.
And just at this moment ——————
"Wait, everyone! This is Garona! She is the friend I mentioned before. She is the one who helped me find out that the teacher was already..."
"Silence!"
Before Khadgar could finish his words, Lothar immediately stopped him with a sharp rebuke.
"Do you think I would believe a word from someone related to the Orcs?"
"I am not purely an Orc, and no Orc has ever seen me as one of their kind. I am a half-breed, and I was born a slave. I chose to help you because I want to live a free life. Do you think this explanation is enough?"
Garona, who was blocked behind Khadgar and facing countless pointed swords, showed no fear. Instead, she stepped across Khadgar, raised her head, and looked at Lothar.
Lothar, holding the Great Royal Sword, stood motionless, silently staring at Garona in front of him. The other party also looked at Lothar fearlessly until ——————
"Swoosh~!"
"I will confirm all of this personally."
After saying that, Lothar said no more, turned around, and led the team away. Khadgar, who was left behind, couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Garona was his friend, and Lothar was not only his friend but also a respected elder. Caught between the two, he also felt extremely helpless, but fortunately, Lothar took the initiative to back down in the end. Of course, the main reason was that he intended to witness everything personally.
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Lothar, riding a Gryphon, flew at the front of the team, while several Gryphons behind carried several elite soldiers of Stormwind City. Lancer sat on Lothar's back as usual. As for Khadgar, he personally rode a Gryphon, carrying Garona, and followed at the very end of the team. After all, he had noticed the team's rejection of 'Orcs,' and he naturally had no complaints about this. After all, he was thankful that the two sides hadn't started fighting.
And so, the group silently soared through the airspace of the Stormwind Kingdom, and soon Lancer and the others saw Karazhan in the distance.
Lancer had seen Karazhan when he was with the main force before, and he even suggested retreating in the direction of Karazhan, but the suggestion was ultimately rejected.
According to others, Archmage Medivh was incredibly powerful but very mysterious, and it was even rumored that Karazhan, where he lived, contained many 'eerie' presences.
There was no doubt that mages were always rumored to be 'powerful' and 'mysterious' among the common folk, so they eventually chose to give up on this seemingly tempting option. Fortunately, they soon encountered the large army departing from Stormwind City. And at this moment, looking at Karazhan from the air, it felt incredibly magnificent. The tall tower body shimmered with unusual magical circuits.
Since coming to this world, Lancer had seen many things he had never seen before.
Dwarfs, Elves, Orcs, enchantments...
Of all the things he had seen so far, the tall magic tower in front of him was enough to rank in the top five, not just because of its size and height, but also because of its dense magical aura.
Just as Lancer was marveling at the wonder of Karazhan, the team had already approached it.
As Medivh's friend, Lothar was very familiar with the prohibitions of this magic tower. Under his guidance, the group easily passed the defensive magical formations, and Lothar's originally serious expression softened slightly. After all, the fact that they could enter the magical formation meant that the other party was not guarding against his arrival.
'Perhaps... things are not so bad yet.'
The group landed on the platform on Gryphons, and at this time, Lancer also noticed an elderly-looking man standing in the passage far from the platform.
Although he was balding due to age, his meticulously neat clothing and serious expression made people unconsciously stand up straight.
"Sir Lothar, the Master has been waiting for you for a long time."
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In the end, only the three of them—Lothar, Khadgar, and Garona—left the platform, as everyone else was stopped by the butler named 'Moroes' for a simple reason —————— 'The Master has not invited them up.'
Naturally, Lancer, the 'unknown person,' was also asked to wait on the platform, but he himself didn't mind it, or rather, he felt somewhat fortunate.
Before, he was thinking about whether he could complete the quest, but now his mind was filled with —————— can I survive and go back?
Lancer didn't know what was happening on the magic tower, but he could sense the terrifying magic above the tower.
Perhaps ordinary people would only feel that this magic was simply terrifying, because they didn't understand that 'terror' was actually divided into levels. And as someone who had once glimpsed a corner of that supreme power, Lancer clearly knew how far he was from it.
'What terrifying power. The waters of this world are truly deep...'
But sentiment aside, since he had already come, Lancer had no way out, because the Stormwind soldiers who were standing beside him had already mounted their Gryphons and taken off. Lancer, meanwhile, directly climbed onto the back of Lothar's Gryphon.
"Screech~!!"
There was no doubt that Lancer sudden action made the Gryphon extremely uneasy.
"Calm down. I am your Master's friend. We plan to go pick up your Master now."
It was unclear whether the 'Riding' ability had an effect or if it was hearing about its Master, but the originally agitated Gryphon immediately calmed down.
"Flap~ Flap~!"
Accompanied by the sound of its wings beating the air, it leaped off the platform, and Lancer strongly pulled the reins. Immediately, the gigantic Gryphon flew towards the distant platform...