Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 199 37. Khadgar's Choice 【70100】

Chromie is also a bronze dragon. In the game that Tyrion was addicted to, this weird bronze dragon would always meet the players in the image of a dwarf priest, and he was not as cold as other dragons. Occasionally When encountering troubles, she will ask players for help, which makes her almost the plenipotentiary representative of the bronze dragon force.

But the real world is not as simple as the game, and Tyrion's choice of Chromie is not just a chance.

Among all the bronze dragons that Tyrion has come into contact with, only Chromie will let the player change the plot, and she will even induce the player to do so. Although it is reflected in the game, it is just one cold mission after another, but here It's the real world. The deeper he understands this world, the more Tyrion feels that the fun things that Chromie did are definitely not just joy from the heart.

The bronze dragon Krodom is trying to change history in a clumsy way... There is no doubt about it.

Are you familiar with that Chromie?

After finishing questioning Sefiel, Khadgar followed Tyrion in the passage of the Black Temple, and the archmage asked in a low voice:

Why do you know so much about dragons? Is the court of Quel'Thalas so well-stocked?

I haven't seen Chromie, but trust me, Archmage.

Tyrion said without looking back:

If the manager of this timeline we are in is Ms. Chromie, why would I need to go to this hellish place like Outland to accumulate strength? If Chromie is really in charge of this place, maybe she even Will take the initiative to help me establish a death army in Azeroth...I can only say that I am not lucky enough, and Ms. Safir is too stubborn and naive.

What is going on in the world managed by the bronze dragon?

A trace of doubt and curiosity flashed in the eyes of the archmage, and he asked: When I was studying with my mentor in Karazhan, I heard the mentor say that the world in the eyes of bronze dragons is infinite, and they regard the world as infinite possibilities. And you are constantly trying new possibilities, isn't that right?

There's generally nothing wrong with that statement.

The death knight replied coldly:

The power possessed by the bronze dragon is time. At an important historical node, after many factors interfere, important historical figures will make completely different decisions, and the fate of the world will be divided into two. One world Countless different timelines will be born in this endless choice, and the future of each timeline world will be different.

The bronze dragons are responsible for managing them and correcting the occasional mistakes that occur on the timeline. According to Sefiel, all the existing timeline worlds are moving forward according to the future chosen by Nozdormu, the king of time... Believe me, you don't want to see that future.

Khadgar frowned at this answer:

Why did the Lord of Time do this?

Tyrion stopped and looked back at Khadgar, the light in his eyes was very strange:

It's simple, he's crazy!

What?

Don't be so surprised, Khadgar, not just Nozdormu, all bronze dragons will go mad in the future, because they will see the hopeless ending in the end, even Sefiel, the poor little girl Can't escape that kind of nightmare... Do you really think I'm playing hard to get?

The death knight stretched out his finger and waved it in the air:

No, I'm saving her! If she's smart enough, she'll end up on my side.

boom

As he spoke, Tyrion pushed open the closed door in front of him, and what he saw was a brightly lit hall. Countless spar lamps left by the draenei were dotted in every corner of the hall, and the blood mage Seven was busy in the hall, preparing for the upcoming ceremony.

The death knight turned sideways and made a please gesture to the archmage behind him.

Time to hit the road, my friend Khadgar.

He raised his head and looked at the hesitation in the eyes of the archmage. Tyrion lowered his voice and said softly:

Life is bright and beautiful, but it also traps everyone. Since you have chosen to walk with us, what you need is no longer to cherish life, but a complete liberation. Only when you get rid of the inherent weakness of life can you take over The torches in our hands...

Does it have to be like this?

Khadgar swallowed. Although he had made up his mind, when it came time to make a decision, everyone would hesitate. After all, it was not as simple as choosing tonight's dinner. It was the difference between life and death... is the hardest choice.

He looked at Tyrion, and the archmage waved his hands, saying:

I mean, I can join you with my life, maybe I don't need to go through such a harsh decision, I still want to breathe the good air, drink strong wine, kiss my lover... Well, I admit that I regret it, When I really stood in front of this threshold, I didn't want to die anymore. I haven't been in love yet, I haven't left blood for my family, and I haven't expressed my heart to the person I like... In short, my meaning is...

Khadgar's tone became sincere:

I still have a lot of unfinished business, I can't just die here.

Faced with this sudden cowardice, Tyrion was not angry, he just took a step back, looked at Khadgar in front of him, and said softly:

The choice between life and death is the most difficult. I can understand that no one is willing to give up a fresh life if possible. But Khadgar, as the dead, we cannot trust the living. The contradiction between the two sides is not a common idea. It can be made up, if you really want to do something, you have to make sacrifices... get it?

Sacrifice, the foundation of victory is based on sacrifice, this is a true motto!

Tyrion coughed softly, looked into Khadgar's blue eyes, pondered for a moment, and said:

But if this is your choice, I will accept it, just let this ceremony postpone for a while, I believe, you will eventually understand the meaning of sacrifice... and when that time comes, I will welcome you with open arms .”

The death knight waved his finger, and the blood mage Seven, who had already arranged the ceremony, showed a sneer on his face, and then quietly retreated into the darkness. When Tyrion turned to leave, Khadgar suddenly asked :

You shouldn't be such a magnanimous person, what I mean is...as the great lord of the Dark Blade Knights, you should have behaved more domineering.

So you're wondering why I'm being so generous to you?

Tyrion turned his head, a trace of peace flashed in his ice blue eyes, and he whispered:

Sefiel's prediction about your future is correct. I have seen that scene. You will become a real hero in the future... Do you understand? There are many boastful people in this world, and they will all express their heroism impassionedly. Fearless, but when faced with the real choice of life and sacrifice, few can stand up...you deserve my forgiveness, Khadgar.

Akama will prepare a comfortable residence for you. All the magic tomes in the Dark Temple are open to you. If you don't like staying with the dead, you can go to Shattrath to relax, but don't forget to do it well. Prepare, Archmage...the demons are coming.

The cruel war you have never seen is about to begin.

Tyrion walked around the corner of the Dark Temple. When he stepped into the upper steps, his footsteps hesitated and became softer. After passing through the hall covered with red veils, he appeared above the Dark Temple garden area.

This was originally the place where Luminas lived. The most living death knight planted many exquisite plants in the world of Draenor here. Even during the period when she was stationed in Hellfire Peninsula, there were also broken ones here. Taking good care of it, Tyrion rarely came here, it was like a manor, it was really not suitable for a dead man like him.

But now, the little garden has a new owner.

Tyrion stood behind the lush green vines, silently watching Aurelia watering the plants. She was wearing a plain robe, and her dark golden long hair was dancing in the air while she was walking bent over. The pale sunlight of Hellfire Peninsula shone on her with a halo.

It looks very much like the Fengxing Village in Quel'Thalas, and it looks like the most perfect image of a woman in Tyrion's heart.

The corners of the Death Knight's mouth that stood in place like a sculpture curled up, and there was a rare tenderness in his icy blue eyes, which was the deepest emotion hidden in his heart, but there was also a trace of worry in his eyes.

Salain's desire for blood is extremely terrifying, it is an instinct engraved in the bone marrow, whether it is Nasa and her watchmen, or the two blood mages, they were all determined people, but now, they have Immersed in the thirst for blood, although they can still retain their previous emotions in normal times, once they enter the fighting state, these Salein and the blood servants will become extremely manic, and they are immersed in the pleasure of drawing blood and cannot extricate themselves.

Blood made them strong, but blood also broke them.

Tyrion injected all the blood of Salain in his body into Alleria's body, which can minimize her influence, but the desire to draw blood will burst out one day, By that time, can Aurelia survive?

He didn't want to see his lover turn into a bloodthirsty monster, but beyond death, there was always something left...that was a difficult time that Alleria had to go through, and no one could help her.

Why did you choose to stand there and watch instead of coming to help me?

The hoarse voice interrupted Tyrion's thinking. When he came back to his senses, he saw Aurelia standing in the sunlight with her hips crossed, looking at him dissatisfiedly:

The garden that Lumi left behind is too big. I can't manage it all by myself. I need help! Now... Tyrion Dawnblade, I order you to come and help me!

All right.

The death knight shrugged, took off his icy gauntlets, put them aside, walked into the garden surrounded by greenery, picked up another kettle, and at the moment he approached, Alleria gently hugged him.

You are such a cruel man. You were never so silent before. Now it's just the two of us. Don't you have anything to say to me?

Tyrion's lips moved, and it took several seconds before he spoke, his voice was dry and low, like dry wood, and he said in a voice that only two people could hear:

Sometimes, I would quietly wish that I was still alive... still living in Quel'Thalas, in Fengxing Village, as a low-level ranger who would never accomplish anything in his life, no matter if he was poor or humble, as long as With you by my side, I can persist in those days, forget that I am out of tune with this world, and forget those ridiculous memories that should have been forgotten long ago.

I was not prepared, Alleria, whether it was the sudden death, or being awakened, witnessing the death of my mother, and starting to fight back...even killing Gul'dan in the center of the world, I was not prepared ...it pushed me down this road where I couldn't see the light ahead.

But I'm still the same as before, I haven't changed much...

The death knight turned around, opened his hands, and hugged the lady in his arms tightly. The latter rubbed against his chest like a kitten. The sun shone on the two dead men, and the pale halo seemed to dispel each other's feelings. cold, he whispered:

As long as I have you by my side, no matter what kind of day it is, I can persevere.

Don't leave me again...

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Every day, hundreds of meteors fall on the already dilapidated ground of Argus. This world, which was originally as wide as Azeroth, has already died. The last three lands remained in the poor environment of Argus.

The eredar people in this world have been infected by evil energy, becoming irritable and powerful. Their bodies full of evil energy make them yearn for destruction and war. For all those who do not surrender, they will choose to fight back and fight back mercilessly. destroy.

But now, the eredar had a new problem.

boom

Five fel warships flitting across the sky smashed meteor-like scorching attacks on the ground of Krokuun, causing the broken ground to shake and tremble, as if it was about to burst apart in the next moment, but such crazy attacks still Can't do anything about the monster in front of him.

I am Deathwing! Destiny's Destroyer! All things will... burn!

In the dark green fel magma lake, a monster with a black dragon head and disgusting flesh and blood tentacles all over its body roared crazily and counterattacked. Even the most powerful fel warriors would be easily crushed by its tentacles. The dragon's claws were torn into pieces, and under the attack of waves of scorching magma rain, the helpless Eredar people could only escape from this area in embarrassment.

Damn it! What kind of monster is this? The evil in the void of stars!

The commander of the Eredars, Admiral Sphrax of the Antoran Command Council, stood on the bridge of her own ship. The flesh and blood monster, who was unharmed in the attack of Heaven and Earth, looked at the three spaceships in the sky that were shot down by the ferocious arrows of source matter.

In the end, she could only let out a sigh of relief and waved her hand:

Report to Lord Kil'jaeden, our fleet is completely unable to deal with this unkillable monster!

It seems that he can only come in person.