Azeroth’s Death Track

The Scepter of Sargeras, this is a dangerous weapon. It can be seen from its name that anything related to the Dark Titan may not be accurately described as dangerous.

But to be honest, for the extremely powerful Dark Titan, he may not regard this scepter as a weapon. When he ordered the eredar warlocks under his command to make this weapon for him, he actually just used it Used as a convenient portal.

The only time this scepter was used was 828 years ago, when Sargeras' soul and power incarnation took advantage of the incomparable space characteristics of this scepter, forcibly tore apart the barrier of space, and appeared in Azeroth. And through a perfect performance, let his dark soul lurk in the heart of the guardian Aegwynn, and through the method of possession, let a trace of his soul become a part of the soul of Medivh who will be born in the future.

It can be said that the opening of the Dark Portal and the orc invasion were just a game of the Dark Titan when he was idle. For him, 800 years was just a snap of his fingers.

The really powerful thing about this scepter is that as long as it can form a stable connection with a certain world, it can easily weaken the integrity of the two worlds and make them more likely to collapse!

The blood mage Seven holds a black scepter in both hands. This thing has a strong Nathrezim-style wing decoration and a purple gem suspended on the top of the staff. It looks corrupt and evil. It is said that this represents the Dark Titan's conjecture and belief in the possession of the star soul of Azeroth.

Because of drawing blood, Seven's old skin became much younger, his eyes became more red, but the light shining in them became more hazy. Inserted into a newly engraved magic circle.

From here, you can almost see the huge portal of darkness, the dark green, storm-like energy portal, and there are heavily armed orcs going back and forth through it at all times. The thing is nearly 20 meters high, 15 wide, that is a gate linking two worlds.

This magic circle is a charged magic circle, which is used to provide energy for the Sargeras scepter in it. The portal to countless worlds is sealed inside the scepter. It does not need the assistance of a specific space magic circle at all, as long as there is With enough energy, it can tear space apart, and it is not difficult to create a portal of darkness.

Preparations are complete, Mr. Tyrion.

Seven asked in the spiritual link: What should I do now?

wait!

Tyrion replied with a very simple word. On the Burning Plain, seeing the three bronze dragons with claws and claws getting closer and closer to him, the death knight clenched his fists and whispered:

Maybe you can take a gamble, Mr. Medivh, you can take a gamble! Maybe my subordinates won't manipulate it? Maybe they don't know which world to link to when the Scepter of Sargeras is activated... maybe They and I don't know the coordinates of Marton, the demon star.

Tyrion narrowed his eyes:

Maybe they and I don't know where the base camp of the Burning Legion is... By the way, what's the name of that base world? Argus, right?

How do you know that name?

Medivh's voice became hoarse, and Tyrion shrugged:

Not only do I know Argus, I also know many doomsday worlds full of demons, each of which has a huge number of demons entrenched, such as Xoros, Ryan Kerna, and Nasreza. ..Look, we can take a gamble, one out of five or one out of ten, and I think our luck isn't that bad.

Medivh didn't answer. The death knight glanced at the bronze dragon that was less than 1000 meters away from him in the sky. He coughed lightly and comforted him:

Don't be so pessimistic, Mr. Medivh, maybe we will fail. You see, that ghost place is so close to the Dark Portal. Once it fails, it will undoubtedly be linked to the Dark Portal. At that time, it will be like a super bomb. ...

BOOM!

Tyrion uttered an onomatopoeia, moving his fingers:

At most, one-third of the continent will be wiped out. This is nothing to the whole world. After all, the remaining continents and countries are enough for you to save... You see, if you think about it, the fewer people there are, the less people there will be. The easier it is to save.

You wouldn't do that!

Medivh's voice was extremely dry: As long as you activate the scepter of Sargeras, you will be noticed by the Dark Titan...

Look at what you said, it's so funny! Medivh, I'm dying! Do you think I still care about this?

Tyrion's voice became vicious:

Should I remind you that you are playing a game you are not good at with a dead lunatic, Medivh, I have died once, and you have died once, do you think people like us will be afraid to do it again die?

You don't have enough energy to start it!

Medivh yelled:

You are only bluffing! Die on the Burning Plains, Tyrion, your death is a good thing for everyone, even for yourself! You have been destroyed by death, from body to soul, you It has been transformed into a complete monster!

Ha! Then let's play!

The death knight closed his eyes, and pressed his fingers on the hilt of the magic sword behind his back. In the sky in front of his eyes, the yellow light curtain around the three bronze dragons danced, like some kind of summoning magic. In a second, three more bronze dragons appeared beside them, and they looked almost exactly the same as them.

The reason why bronze dragons are scary is that these monsters who master the power of time can summon their past and future selves to help them fight. Even if you kill them at this point in time, they can continue to live in the past time.. . You can't really kill a bronze dragon without destroying the entire vast network of timelines.

They are almost immortal!

Severn! Activate it! Let's gamble!

The two blood mages near the Dark Portal looked at each other, and Autumn carefully took out a delicate wooden box from the eye-catching ring. At the same time that the wooden box was opened, the six heads on Tyrion's head The bronze dragons sprayed time breath like yellow quicksand toward the death knight in unison.

Any material that comes into contact with this dragon's breath, even bricks and gravel, will be weathered at a speed hundreds of times its own flow rate.

Time... is a poison!

Recharge with the Eye of Sargeras, you are really well prepared, Tyrion! I... really underestimated you!

swish

In Medivh's deep voice, the breath of time that was about to stain Tyrion's body quickly returned to the mouths of the six bronze dragons in a time-reversing gesture, while the death knight stood in place, as if watching Watching a movie played backwards.

At that time, Guanglong retreated quickly and disappeared into the time vortex when they came. Soon, even the three counterclockwise time vortexes disappeared.

However, this time reversal is for the bronze dragon, and the other scenes have not changed. This scene made Tyrion clenched his fists, and he felt a sense of familiarity from this weird event.

Directly interfere with the timeline? I remember that you are not good at time magic, Medivh, what did you use to do this?

The death knight who escaped from the dead sat down on the ground. Although the body of the dead will not feel tired, the experience of life and death is a great match for the soul. Out of breath.

Facing Tyrion's question, Medivh just replied calmly:

There are many undiscovered secrets in this world, and there are some places that are not affected by the timeline...Give me the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras, and you can go to Draenor !

As long as I'm still alive, you can't even think about coming back!

Then I'm afraid you will have to work hard to live longer, Medivh.

Tyrion shrugged, told his companions in the spiritual link, and then said to Medivh:

When we pass through the Dark Portal, the scepter will naturally be handed over to you! But I still have the Eye of Sargeras...

You must give me both!

Medivh didn't give an inch, and the death knight who had remounted his horse snorted:

I warn you, Mr. Medivh, if you challenge my bottom line again, you won't get anything! Think about the distance between my subordinates and the portal of darkness. You don't even want to catch them with teleportation. It's a big deal for me. If I die here, they will continue to advance my plan in another world, and it may be even crazier, is this really the ending you want?

You are an excellent mage, I think you should understand the meaning of the word temperance. It is my great kindness to give you the scepter, especially when you almost killed me, you The lion opened its mouth like this, Medivh, don't you feel ashamed?

Medivh's voice sounded again after a long time:

Do for yourself, Tyrion.

The mage's voice completely disappeared, and the death knight's eyes jumped. If he still had the function of sweating, his shirt would probably be soaked right now.

If Medivh's heart could be a little more ruthless, Tyrion would definitely die today... He does know the names of those worlds occupied by demons, and he has been to those worlds, but... He is not a mage who is proficient in arcane arts, he It is impossible to describe the positions of those worlds with precise void coordinates, that is to say, the series of threats just now are all bluffing.

Thankfully, Medivh is not a real prophet. His predictions about the future are all based on the future fragments of Karazhan. If he is facing Velen, the prophet of the Draenei, Tyrion will definitely not use this It's a bluffing method, but with Velen's personality, it is estimated that the death knight will not encounter such unplanned risks.

Glockush, are you all right?

Tyrion asked in a low voice, and a moment later, the angry voice of the orc death knight came:

Aegwynn and her concubine imprisoned me! Damn it! That necromancer almost killed me, what happened?

It's all about seeking skin from a tiger, and everyone is safe and sound.

Tyrion took the rein of the horse and advanced quickly in the darkness. He said in a deep voice:

Go to the Dark Portal, Glokush, I will rush there as fast as I can!

An hour later, at the entrance of the road leaving the Burning Plains, Tyrion stopped the reins of his horse. On the mountain road in front of him, some uninvited and heavily armed guests blocked his horse.

There were a dozen or so dark guys, their silhouettes could hardly be seen in the darkness, only their dark red eyeballs, their weird heights, and their brutal and brutal roars could be seen.

Dark Iron Dwarves?

Tyrion was stunned for a moment, he looked at these short, muscular men, and asked in a hoarse voice:

Are you blocking my way because you want to experience the feeling of death?

As he spoke, Tyrion held his fingers on the hilt of the sword behind him, and seeing that the sword was about to explode, a black iron dwarf in a long robe stepped forward, he stretched out his hands and shook them, using an ugly broken gong in the dark shouted:

Wait! Death Knight! We're not here to fight you! We're from the Thorium Brotherhood, a group of peaceful Dark Iron dwarves! My name is Hansel Punch, and we need yours very, very, very much thing!

Ha! Peace-loving?

The death knight almost laughed, his icy blue eyes rolled away, and after a while, he pulled the rein of the horse and said in a deep voice:

The association of the word with the Dark Iron dwarves is laughable, and the Thorium Brotherhood... If I remember correctly, it was an organization that betrayed the race. Let's be honest, peaceful Mr. Hansel , I'm curious, what do you want from me?

Most importantly, what can I get?