Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 193 31. Khadgar's Secret【64100】

Boom

The moment the Eye of Sargeras was activated, the ruins of the Auchindoun Necropolis seemed to be ravaged and destroyed again by an invisible hand falling from the sky. The moment the destructive dark green fel energy ray flew out, it stood erect on the ground The three layers of ruins completely collapsed, and even the ground of the dead Bone Wilderness had ferocious cracks, which surged out in all directions from Auchindoun as the origin.

The 20 mana valves set by the blood mage were overloaded in an instant, and the violent magic power tore apart the cumbersome magic circle on the platform, forming a magic vortex that destroyed everything in an instant out of control, just like the most dangerous strange magic in space magic. In the same way, the black hole formed by the broken space will tear apart everything around it.

Although the magical vortex like rootless water disappeared quickly, the remaining buildings on Auchindoun's ground had been completely wiped out amidst the smoke and gunpowder smoke that filled the sky.

Seen from the sky, the Auchindoun Necropolis seemed to have experienced a tragic earthquake. This landmark building that was originally standing on the Wilderness of Bones had become a sunken hole in the ground due to the explosion of magic power. The buildings built by the Dark Blade Knights on the ground were also destroyed as if they had been hit by a typhoon. The most important large tombs were all located underground, and the military forces here had also been evacuated in advance.

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In the rush of ruins, a thick stone slab was blasted away by arcane arrows. Amidst the flying bricks and stones, the embarrassed blood mage stood up from the ruins. There was a lot of dust, and the well-combed long hair was as messy as a chicken coop. He stared blankly at the destroyed everything around him. Only now did he have a new understanding of the destructive power of the Eye of Sargeras. understanding.

The blood mage bent down with difficulty, his left arm had been crushed in the previous burst of magic power, he picked up the dark green gemstone in the dust under his feet with his remaining right hand, except that the color became darker, it It doesn't look any different than before.

Seven stepped forward, waved his magic power, and opened the ground covered by broken bricks and stones. The bodies of the five blood servants he had carefully selected fell twisted in the ruins. The manic explosion of magic power had already made them He completely lost his vitality, and the blood spattered by the explosion was everywhere, looking extremely miserable.

And the ruins of Auchindoun, which is the carrier of the burst of magic power, have been razed to the ground. It is conceivable how powerful the fel light shot just now is, and this only uses the power stored in the Eye of Sargeras. A quarter of the magic.

Tyrion said that you can destroy an entire continent. I once doubted whether you have this ability.

Seven put the Eye of Sargeras in front of his eyes. In the desolate ruins, he stared at the seemingly harmless gem in front of him. A trace of fear flashed in the blood mage's eyes:

Now, I believe...

A gust of magical wind blew up the dust in the ruins, and the blood mage turned his head to look in the direction of Gorgrond, muttering to himself:

How miserable the enemy hit by this attack must be.

As he spoke, the Blood Mage turned his head again, looking at the completely covered land of the Auchindoun Necropolis, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Look at this mess, I have to clean up again.

Everyone! Everyone who can hear! Come back...The Dark Temple...is attacked!

It's a bronze dragon!

Luminas' panicked voice suddenly sounded in the blood mage's mind, and Seven suddenly turned his head. The next moment, the light of teleportation shrouded his body, and the figure of the blood mage was also in the ruins The center suddenly disappears.

The sound of warning also sounded in Tyrion's mind at the same time, his eyes changed suddenly, the archmage who was held in his hands was thrown to the ground, Khadgar recovered from suffocation, he breathed heavily Breathing the air, but in the next second, Tian Qi's cold blade was on the archmage's neck.

Have you cooperated with the bronze dragon?

Tyrion stared at the archmage at his feet, and he asked sharply:

You idiot! What the hell are you going to do?

Hearing with his own ears that Tyrion planned to throw the crazy Deathwing back to Azeroth, the archmage who couldn't stop him simply went all out. He got up from the ground, supported his body with the staff of the guardian, and did not hesitate to Looking at the death knight in fear, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice:

I didn't intend to cooperate with that weird bronze dragon, but she convinced me, and it turns out that she may be right, Tyrion Dawn Blade, your existence will be a great blessing to Azeroth. threaten!

This cliché can also convince you? I thought mages were wise and didn't believe in the existence of fate. I didn't expect you to be really easy to deceive.

Tyrion shook the hand holding the hilt, the sharp machete-like blade grazed the archmage's neck, and a trace of mockery flashed across the death knight's face:

I guess, she must have told you that she will let the fate changed by me return to its proper track, maybe she will reveal some future information to you in order to win your trust, let me guess again , you told her the date of our operation, let her break into my fortress when the Black Temple is most empty...

She wants to free Ner'zhul, to complete his unfinished business, right?

you!

Khadgar's eyes changed. Obviously, the death knight guessed right. Tyrion shook his head, withdrew the magic sword backhand, and inserted it back into the scabbard behind him. He moved his fingers and looked at the The Archmage of:

I guess that Miss Bronze Dragon may not have told you what her so-called established destiny is... Do you want to know what the end of Draenor would be like without my intervention?

Come on, come with me, Khadgar, and see for yourself what your new friend will do to this world!

The death knight turned to the crow god Anzu and said:

Come with you, Mr. Ansu, since Miss Bronze Dragon has stepped into the trap, there is no need for us to bring Deathwing back to Azeroth. I have a better place for him.

After Tyrion took a few steps, Khadgar finally recovered and shouted behind him:

You! You knew all this was going to happen?

Look at what you say, Mr. Archmage, who can really predict the future? No one can.

Tyrion looked back at Khadgar, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes:

But you don't really think that the year I was in Draenor was just fighting and playing with the arakkoa? The naive Miss Bronze Dragon thought she could change the future of this world, but to be honest, besides helping me solve a hot hand I don't think she can do anything except yams.

A strange smile flashed across the death knight's mouth:

Throwing Ner'zhul in the Black Temple is an assembled trap. I have been waiting for it to be activated. I have been waiting for almost a year, and I can't wait any longer. But now it seems that the lucky guy finally appeared !

Looking at Tyrion's smile, Khadgar felt chills all over his body at this moment. He suddenly realized that playing mind games with Tyrion seemed like a stupid choice in this world where the undead already had an absolute advantage. .

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Back to a week ago, after the meeting in Shattrath City, Khadgar walked into the End of the World Tavern, and saw the owner of the mysterious magic letter in his hand.

The high elf who called himself Sefiel was sitting opposite him. With the knowledge of the archmage, he quickly judged that the high elf with blue eyes and wearing a long skirt in front of him was not a real elf.

Hidden under this graceful body is a powerful intelligent creature.

I heard that you have reached some agreement with Tyrion?

Seifel drank a glass of wine, looked at the archmage in front of her with her blue eyes, and a trace of sarcasm flashed across her beautiful face:

Stupid choice! You tore up your own future with your own hands.

What's the meaning?

Khadgar took a sip of the fruit wine from Shattrath City. He stared at the mysterious high elf opposite. The latter stretched out his fingers, propped his chin, and looked at him with insightful eyes:

Khadgar, the commander of the sons of Lothar, the disciple of the last guardian, do you know? At some point in the future, you will truly inherit Medivh's power and responsibility and become the last guardian in the true sense , and you will lead the mightiest forces in Azeroth and save that world from disaster...you are destined to be a hero.

pity...

Seifel made his voice longer, played with the wine glass in his hand, and said in a regretful tone:

Unfortunately, you have ruined this bright future with your own hands.

So, who are you?

Khadgar asked again: If you really know me so well, you should know that I don't like to talk too much with strangers! Especially a guy who doesn't want to reveal his identity and likes to play tricks!

The Archmage's pungent rebuttal did not make Sefiel angry, Miss Bronze Dragon said to Khadgar in a tone of sharing secrets:

Well, you are so boring, I am a bronze dragon, it is my responsibility to protect this timeline and the established future, and most importantly, I can help you! If you still don't believe me, let me tell you another secret Bar!

Your companion, the bright and holy great knight Turalyon, died 2 years ago! He died in the Burning Plains. In the last battle between you and the orcs, Tyrion himself broke his neck. With that loathsome sword that sucked out the soul...do you know who saved him?

Sefiel stared at the archmage, a yellow light shone on her fingertips, and the surrounding environment changed rapidly. Under Khadgar's dumbfounded gaze, except for the two of them, the other drinkers seemed to be After experiencing the disaster that time flies forward, they turned into pale skeletons, and at the next moment, as the timeline flowed, they returned to their previous appearance.

Although Khadgar is not good at time magic, he can tell that this change is definitely not an illusion... It is true, the woman in front of him can control time!

Seeing Khadgar's horror, Sefiel showed a satisfied smile. She knocked on the wine glass, and the dry wine was filled again, and then she whispered:

I retrieved Turalyon from another timeline that has been abandoned. What lives in your companion's body is a soul from another timeline! So is Mathias Shaw from SI7 in Stormwind City Same, I rescued them and you never said thank you to me, it's so sad.

That's why Turalyon has constant headaches and occasionally loses control of his body... He said he forgot a lot of things, and I thought it was a hangover from the war.

The archmage already believed in his heart, he clenched his fists, stared at Seifel in front of him, and asked in a deep voice:

The last question, why did you save them and you came to find me?

What else can it be for?

Seifel smashed the wine glass on the table and said angrily:

Of course it is to restore the original direction of the timeline. Tyrion Dawnblade is a monster that shouldn't appear!

His appearance has blurred the future of Azeroth. The worst thing is that I found out too late. His existence has been closely linked with the timeline of Azeroth. In order to restore the timeline , I must be in this world! I must erase him and his bastards in Draenor!

She looked at Khadgar:

Turalyon, Shaw, Alleria, and you, Khadgar, are all indispensable and important parts of the future history. The absence of any one of you will lead to changes in the future, and changes will Birth disaster, so you must help me! Listen to me, I don't need you to fight Tyrion, I just need you to tell me the agreement between you, and whatever you are going to do, notify me in advance.

Seifel clenched her small fist, a trace of confidence flashed in her eyes:

I have found an important node in the history of Draenor, the location of Ner'zhul, the third chieftain of the orcs. As long as I can give him freedom and help him complete what he did not complete, the world will restore its destiny destiny!

Believe me, at that time, no matter what Tyrion plans in this world, he can only end up with nothing! At that time, I will give him the punishment he deserves!

Help me, Khadgar, this is to save yourself and your friends, and even our world... We will win, believe me, time is on our side!