Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 138: Overlord

How awesome is Khadgar?

It is not obvious now, but in the "history of later generations", Khadgar is a gangster who can teleport hundreds of people instantly, blow up bridges and dams easily, and master all three elements of ice, fire, and magic! He is simply the king of gangsters, the gangster among kings!

Maybe he was too awesome and killed countless teammates. Oh, no, let's be objective. We should say that Khadgar's enemies were awesome, Khadgar was even more awesome, but his teammates were not awesome, so Khadgar survived while most of his teammates died.

So what is Khadgar doing now?

Well, I went to bake bread for Duke.

There was no other way. The lower two floors of Karazhan were attacked by Windsor and fought with the hunter Atumen and the butler Moroes. As a result, most of the food reserves were destroyed in this battle. The food reserves in Karazhan were not much to begin with, and now they are even less.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Khadgar has been here for a long time and has been struggling to survive for a long time.

It's not wrong to say that they were struggling to survive. Karazhan was so huge that the library alone had more than 1.28 million magic books, and that wasn't all. After taking over Karazhan, Duke realized that in addition to magic books, there were more than 3 million books of all kinds. There were three-digit libraries the size of a football field.

This gave rise to a very cold joke. Khadgar once almost got lost and starved to death in the library because his butler Moroes' servants couldn't find him and didn't have time to deliver food.

People are forced to do things.

Khadgar was forced to develop a unique skill of hiding wheat, tableware, or baked bread everywhere. As a library, coupled with the special spatial structure of Karazhan, every room is ventilated and dry. Khadgar actually walked around a few times and found uncontaminated food that was enough for Duke to eat for several months.

But there was no salt or oil, which made Duke want to die.

"How many months have you been eating this?" Duke pointed at the things that could be called food.

"No, I forgot how long I have been eating. Anyway, I can read and fill my stomach." replied the ghost servant Khadgar.

Duke's face fell.

"As for you, Master Duke, I really don't understand you. Why are you so easy to do in so many areas that mortals can't do, but often get stuck in small mistakes that even mage apprentices wouldn't make?" Khadgar baked bread in the oven he found while watching Duke fiddling with the huge golem: "Yes, why do you insist on calling this golem the 'curator'?"

"This is sentimentality! Sentiment! Young man, do you understand?"

"What kind of library would have such a fierce director..." Khadgar muttered softly.

There were so many things Khadgar didn't understand. First of all, he didn't understand why Duke was able to steal the control of the Curator right under Medivh's nose. For him, it was simply unbelievable to snatch a special golem from a more skilled wizard.

But Duke couldn't explain to Khadgar that he was a time traveler.

How to explain the principle of automatic control?

How to explain NAND gate?

This is not something that can be understood with a simple explanation. Just as Duke has not yet understood the basic theories of magic in Azeroth, Duke is also unable to explain to Khadgar this set of professional theories based on a series of scientific disciplines such as modern mathematics and modern basic electronics.

Not to mention Khadgar, people who were not in that line of work had never even heard of these terms before traveling through time.

So in Duke's eyes, the anti-control seal that Medivh had placed on the Curator was a joke. At the time, he was in a soul state and did not need to pay attention to the highest control system. He only needed to change a few feedback and basic control magic circuits to bypass Medivh and directly control the Curator.

This led to the director's defection at the critical moment.

Similarly, the extremely complex magic network energy line system in Karazhan in Khadgar's eyes is just something that takes some time to sort out in Duke's hands.

In the original history, Karazhan had been plunged into darkness due to the loss of the will of its master, Medivh. The Tower of Karazhan sealed itself and cut off all contact with the outside world.

Now, Duke has sorted out the countless unknown magic network energy lines that converge here step by step. So as long as Duke wants, it is only a matter of time before Karazhan sees the light of day again.

Duke also knew that the battle outside was going on fiercely, and he wanted to go out and help as soon as possible. However, if Karazhan was not in order, it would be a big deal if the Burning Legion built a portal here.

So Duke could only plan the book while cleaning Karazhan.

On this day, the system wizard finally sent a message prompting:

"Congratulations, host. This system has re-stabilized the first and second layers of Karazhan based on your latest spatial knowledge. You can initiate a cleanup operation on these two layers."

"Yes." Duke stood up and said, "Khadgar, get to work!"

"Work?"

"I have stabilized the first and second floors. It's time to clean up."

"Really?" Khadgar's eyes lit up.

Unlike the serious and old-fashioned Teleporter, Khadgar seems smart and studious. When he has a book, he can be very quiet. When he is not studying, Khadgar seems more lively.

Khadgar was a little bored with being able to only go between the library and the workshop. He immediately put down the book in his hand and followed Duke and the huge curator over.

Passing through the blue portal that looked like an illusory mirror, and after a brief feeling of weightlessness, a man, a ghost, and a golem arrived at the first floor of Karazhan.

"Sir Edmund?!" A whisper of soul suddenly came from the darkness.

"Huh?" Duke was slightly surprised. You know, in Duke's impression, the first floor is the stable of Karazhan. When the players in the "history" came to the stable, they met ghost grooms and ghost horses. No one would call Duke like this.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Duke understood.

It was a translucent soul, his soul body wearing the iconic Stormwind armor, holding a lion-head emblem shield and a standard longsword.

Apparently, he was one of Lothar's best soldiers who died at Karazhan.

"You are, I remember you Michael."

"Yes! That's great, Your Excellency, you still remember me. I am Michael Jonathan!" Michael seemed very happy: "Yes, I feel a feeling coming from Your Excellency... uh, it seems to be my master's feeling... What happened? Am I dead? Where is Medivh? Where is Sargeras?"

Michael asked questions like a machine gun, and Duke patiently answered them one by one.

"Ah, we won. Then I have no regrets. It's a pity that it turned out like this..." Michael's situation triggered Khadgar's sadness, and the two ghosts showed expressions of being the same wanderers.

"I don't know if a ghost will be reborn as a baby after being decomposed, but if you think this is painful, I should be able to erase your soul."

For some reason, a 3D model of Karazhan appeared in the system prompt. In the first layer that was clearly displayed, Michael's name was on it. In Michael's note, in addition to the statement "Cannot leave Karazhan", it also clearly stated that there was an option to "Erase the Soul".

For some people, existing in the world as a ghost might be a torture, so Duke gave Michael a choice.

Michael looked at Khadgar, who was also a ghost beside Duke, and said, "What about you? I have seen you, Mage Khadgar. Why do you choose to continue to exist in the world?"

Khadgar was stunned for a moment, then replied: "I feel that I haven't lived enough. There are still too many new and strange things in this world that I have not seen, and as long as I am allowed to browse the books in Karazhan, then being a servant of Master Duke is not a bad thing."

Duke secretly complained: No wonder you are willing to listen to me, it turns out that books are your masters.

Michael thought for a moment, then turned to Duke and saluted. "Well, if there's no need for me, then I won't miss sacrificing my life to defend Stormwind and Azeroth, so I..."

At this moment, the system suddenly sounded a shrill alarm to Duke:

"Alert! Alert! Based on your latest knowledge of Space Theory, it is detected that a space channel will be forcibly opened in 72 hours. After calculation, it is 92.7% consistent with the demon army summoned by Sargeras before. According to the energy level of the space channel, it is expected that there will be more than 100 low-level demons and no more than 5 mid-level demons attacking."

Immediately, an unusually bright red countdown system appeared above Duke's retina.

Duke's face immediately changed: "Oh my god! I knew there was no such thing as a direct train to the God of Magic."

Medivh had previously built the Mage Tower in Karazhan. On the one hand, it was to facilitate his research, and on the other hand, he had been silently guarding the world as a guardian.

As the price of changing history and inheriting Karazhan, Duke must also take on the task of protecting Karazhan. Historically, Karazhan was self-enclosed. This largely prevented monsters from various worlds from coming to Azeroth through Karazhan to harm people.

The saying is true: "With great power comes great responsibility."

Duke's right hand was infused with arcane energy, and he gently placed his hand on Michael's shoulder in the soul state, while righteously deceiving him, oh no, preaching the power of holy light.

"Michael! If you are looking for the meaning of existence, then here and now there is a very, very important task for you."

"What?" Michael was a little stunned. In his mind, since Sargeras had just been killed, there shouldn't be any big enemies.

Duke's voice suddenly became high-spirited, full of surging passion and incomparable determination. His eyes were blazing, and there was even a faint divine glow stirring in his body.

"Guard this place! Within three days, a group of demons will open a space channel and attempt to occupy Karazhan as a springboard to eventually invade the world of Azeroth, killing our relatives, friends, and hurting the people we love most! Can we allow all this? No! Absolutely not! We can endure loneliness, we can endure hunger, we can endure fear, but we absolutely cannot endure the people I love and the world we love."

At this point, Duke's voice suddenly rose an octave: "Michael Jonathan, are you willing to join me in protecting the world and all mankind?" The thunder-like voice echoed throughout the first floor of Karazhan.

"In that case, please allow me, Gala Donald, to join." A voice suddenly sounded from deep in the stable, and another soul wearing the armor of a Stormwind soldier appeared.

"Count me in!"

"Count me in, too!"

One by one, the souls of the elite soldiers who sacrificed in Karazhan stepped out from the darkness deep in the first and second layers.

Yes, they sacrificed themselves here for the future of the people of the kingdom. Unfortunately, because of the characteristics of Karazhan, their souls were also bound here, unable to go to hell, heaven, return to the earth, or see their loved ones.

Perhaps this is a kind of torture.

However, at this moment, they found new meaning for their existence - to protect Karazhan and protect the world!

Looking at the option in the system prompt "Do you want to pay 10 points of soul power to transform the souls of 72 elite soldiers into heroic warriors?" Duke decisively clicked "Yes"!

A brilliant silver light shone from Duke's palm, and flicked lightly in the air. Star-like silver light scattered on the souls of these elite soldiers.

They were pleasantly surprised to find that their souls, which had become dim and somewhat dissipated, began to solidify at a high speed. The long-lost sense of touch returned to their bodies, and even though their bodies still looked a little translucent, at least this was an unexpected and surprising change.

There is no heartbeat, but a strong pulse comes from every corner of the body.

No need to breathe, yet you can smell the long-lost fragrance from your nostrils.

Vision, touch, taste, smell, feeling... these things that I once took for granted, only realized how precious they are when we lose them.

There was surprise on every soldier's face.

Then, their facial expressions quickly became firm and they quickly lined up in three rows.

Michael, who was leading the group, drew out the long sword he had worn when he was born and shouted, "Salute to our new master, the new Guardian, His Excellency Edmund Duke!"

"Swish, swish, swish!" The swords were drawn in an extremely orderly manner, making the dim stable light up with dazzling cold light.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The heroic warriors struck their shields with their swords, making a series of high-spirited striking sounds.

The entire first floor of Karazhan seemed to be vibrating with a low tremor. No, it was not a tremor, it was a roaring roar. It was not just the shouting and beating of these elite soldiers. It seemed that every corner, every brick and stone, and every pillar of Karazhan emitted a low and ancient sound.

They resonated as one, as if responding to the will of the heroic warriors and their determination to protect the world.

With the same excitement, Duke looked around at these heroic warriors with a satisfied expression on his face: "Well, brothers, let's do a big job and tell those damn demons that this is the territory of Azeroth, not their demon playground!"

"Ohhhhh——" The wild roar echoed throughout Karazhan...