Chapter 103: Eavesdropping

If Duke had seen this scene, he would have been left speechless.

Attumen the Huntsman.

The boss that should have become undead in the future now appeared as a demon. It is impossible to investigate Attumen's origin, but as a beginner boss, he gave a good show of force to Windsor and the others.

Attumen was riding an impressive monster.

Covered in hellfire and with hooves so hot that they glowed red, just standing on the ground left small pits and craters in the stone floor. With a "hissing" sound, a towering hellsteed that sprayed flames full of sulfur from its mouth and nostrils appeared before Windsor and the others.

The size of the monster was larger than any warhorse used by the Kingdom of Stormwind. It was easy to mistake it for a rhinoceros rather than a nightmare beast from hell.

The sound of its roar echoed throughout the first floor of Karazhan, causing people and horses to tremble. It wasn't until Attumen's flaming giant body charged left and right, unstoppable by anyone, that Windsor realized the meaning behind Duke's words: "Your responsibility is not light. If you can hold on for an hour, you have completed the task."

Lothar had warned these new recruits countless times that on the battlefield, the first thing to overcome when facing the enemy face to face is the fear of death. If you can't face the fear of death, then right before death comes, you will realize that your feet have been on the edge of the gates of hell all along.

Otherwise, when your head falls to the ground, when you are turned into minced meat by the immense force of the warhorse, when your vision spins madly, when your consciousness quickly dissipates, and the flame of life extinguishes, it will be too late.

Your life, your status, your family, your lover, all will become history with that one blow. The world that exists after death has been proven by countless undead and demons with their evil figures, proving this terrible and ironclad fact.

But once you die, you're no longer yourself.

To avoid this terrible fate, the first thing you must do is overcome fear.

It's not easy, especially in front of a nightmare warhorse that radiates fear.

Many elite warriors showed a look of horror on their faces, the manifestation of the nightmare warhorse or the suppression of the terror will have frozen their hearts and blood vessels completely. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, being harvested by Hunter Lothar's casual chop and the Midnight Charge of the nightmare beasts.

Surprisingly, Windsor wasn't afraid. He felt something awakening in his heart, something called courage.

"Heaven to the left, warrior to the right."

After witnessing the brave battle of the Gryphon Legion, Duke had said this more than once. Since that day, Windsor had always vaguely understood what those words meant.

But in this moment, Windsor understood.

Everything in his vision was still colored as usual, the flames of hell and the calls of death were still roaring wildly. Recently, his comrades had demonstrated what it meant to die in glory.

The fear of death was spreading rapidly, but Windsor didn't feel any of it. His heart was completely filled with nervousness.

This nervousness wasn't coming from fear, but from the heavy sense of responsibility, from the trust of Lothar and Duke.

The warriors beside him weren't afraid of death. From the moment they accepted this mission, they had already cast aside thoughts of life and death.

But at least Windsor hoped that if they were going to die, they would die meaningfully, die in a way that was true to themselves, and die charging towards victory.

The battle was too chaotic, and commands became meaningless, so Varian decided to take matters into his own hands.

He saw an opportunity.

A moment that was almost imperceptible.

Just as the Nightmare beast had flung a nearby warrior with incredible force, and just as Attumen the Huntsman raised his sword to deliver a finishing blow, Windsor suddenly charged forward.

But it wasn't just any charge. It was the skilled charge of a warrior.

With a loud whoosh and a long trail of afterimages, Windsor slammed into the side of the Nightmare beast. The force of the charge was so great that even the mighty creature stumbled.

"Come on, you four-legged crawler! Let's fight to the death!"

Midnight understood human language, and Windsor's taunts made it very unhappy. But before it could even react, a shield bearing the lion emblem of Stormwind Kingdom struck it with a fierce blow.

Shield bash. The heavy blow caused its jaws to become crooked.

"Ha!" Attumen the Huntsman followed up with a sweeping strike, but Windsor blocked it with his enchanted sword imbued with demon-slaying magic.

The tide of battle suddenly shifted.

It was Windsor's bravery that led to the once unstoppable Attumen being surrounded and besieged by the elite warriors of Stormwind City.

Meanwhile, at the back entrance of Karazhan, Lothar was getting a bit antsy. Despite Duke's orders for Windsor to attack, there was still no movement on their end.

"What are you waiting for?" Lothar asked.

He knew better than to underestimate the mysterious ways of the mages. Duke was one of those guys who wouldn't even enter the back door, preferring to lurk around and eavesdrop on conversations like a Rogue.

But what was he even listening for?

If they were planning to distract their enemies, why weren't they doing anything yet?

Lothar was completely puzzled.

Out of trust for Duke, Lothar kept quiet and had his 24 toughest men, along with the bored Garona, waiting near the back entrance.

But Duke was actually working on a massive eavesdropping project.

Sure, it was a great plan to distract their enemies, but it depended on who the plan was being used against. In a place where communication was difficult and the only way to send alarm signals was by primitive methods, the plan was foolproof.

However, this was Medivh's Karazhan. If it wasn't for Sargeras' arrogance, they wouldn't even bother exploring the area. They wouldn't even be able to touch the outskirts of Karazhan.

Entering Karazhan was like a mosquito sucking blood from a body. You might not feel it at first, but after a while, you would definitely feel the sting.

Duke was trying to figure out a way to turn the raid into a surprise attack once again.

He wanted to test out a theory.

An invisible ripple was spreading out in all directions from the highest point of Karazhan's mage tower. It worked like radar waves, sending out a circle of arcane energy ripples through active sonar. When it collided with something, a weak ripple would be fed back to the highest point of the mage tower.

This principle was considered to be nonsense in this world.

But for Duke, a time traveler, it was not a big deal.