Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 203 4. Salein Family [74100]

King Solas' tone revealed a trace of undisguised impatience.

This is easy to understand. After Danas returned from the world of Draenor, he has become the most famous legendary hero in the Kingdom of Stormgard, and he is also the most trusted general of the old king. Will allow his general to be questioned so rudely by outsiders.

If it wasn't for the fact that this matter was too big and involved, he would never have let General Danas come to Lordaeron for such an inquiry.

Since the end of the orc war, King Solas's health has been deteriorating, and now he needs to lean on a scepter to move forward. His white hair and pale cheeks represent that the former warrior king has reached his twilight years. He is The peer of King Terenas, maybe in a few years, he will leave this world.

Under such circumstances, no one in the Alliance would risk angering Solas by asking a few meaningless questions, except... those mages who have always shown little respect for kingship.

Ahem, General Danas, one last question.

The one who came to represent Dalaran was Archmage Antonidas. This old mage's status in Dalaran was almost the same as that of a king, but it was not he who was asking the question, but a younger one with more aggressive eyes Archmage.

Archmage Vargoth, an excellent spellcaster born and bred in Dalaran, is over 40 years old this year, but in the mage profession, he is a proper young man, at least much younger than Antonidas, you must know , as the leader of Dalaran, Antonidas is about to celebrate his 60th birthday...and this age is not considered old in the group of archmages.

In short, the Archmage Vargoth, who was wearing a decent set of purple robes, stood up, looked at the impatient Danas Trollbane in a tone of respect with a hint of alienation, and said in a deep voice. explain:

About Archmage Khadgar...

I won't and don't want to answer questions about Khadgar!

Before Archmage Vargos could finish his words, he was interrupted by the general directly. He stood up from his chair, patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and said indifferently:

Khadgar told me that it was his own choice. If you have any doubts about his choice, you can go to Draenor and ask him yourself! Also, when I was leaving, he asked me to tell the mage in Dalaran Ladies, stop the research and use of warlock magic as quickly as possible...

Danas' voice became a little deeper:

I also think it's necessary.

This kind of unceremonious answer made Archmage Vargus's face turn ugly. After a while, he responded indifferently:

Thank you for your reminder, general, we will find a way to contact Khadgar, and as a professional, I don't think mages need to report to the generals of other countries for their research. This is the freedom of Dalaran!

free?

Danas let out an undisguised mocking laugh: Then maybe you should go to Draenor to see for yourself, my lord mage, and see what kind of hell those orcs abused the magic of warlocks to make that world look like , your freedom is based on threats to the world! Do I need to remind you again!

The general lowered his head like a grinning beast:

It's not just mages who live in this world...Why should we take risks for your dangerous experiments?

This question made the archmage Vargus completely speechless. The mages are all guys who specialize in research, and there are very few glib individuals, and the archmage wanted to refute with a gloomy face, but Antonidas, who was sitting beside him, stretched out his hand and forced him to the chair.

The old mage smiled gently at the somewhat angry General Danas, and Antonidas said softly:

Dalaran has heard your call, general, we will consider these... Don't worry, this is not a perfunctory!

This decent answer calmed down the surrounding kings who were frowning because of Mage Vargoth's incorrect thinking. After confirming that there were no other questions, King Solas stood up angrily and waved to Danas :

Come with me, my nephew Danas, and take this old man home! There is no reprimand or suspicion in the Trollbane family. Everyone is waiting for the hero to return home.

These words clearly expressed King Solas's dissatisfaction. Behind him, the same gray-haired King Terenas wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

On the other hand, General Danas moved to hold the arm of the old king, that is, his distant uncle. The relationship between him and King Solas is actually very ordinary, but at least in the current situation, the old king chose to support him. Him, that's enough.

And just as the two Thorbane walked out of the royal court, a gentle voice sounded behind them:

Sorry, His Majesty Solas and General Danas, I want to delay you for a few minutes.

Danas turned his head, and what caught his eyes was a high elf mage wearing a fiery red robe. The latter looked at them with a sincere look, and said softly:

I am Lanna'thel, the archmage of Quel'Thalas. I am here on behalf of His Royal Highness Kael'thas. The prince wants to know the truth about some things that are not suitable for the public.

General Danas' face changed, and after a while, he breathed a sigh of relief:

Okay, you have 10 minutes...

His eyes were fixed on the green eyes of Lana Thrall in front of him, and he lowered his voice:

Before I ask, I must tell you, don't ask me what Tyrion thinks... I can't guess what is going on in that monster's mind, but look at the world of Draenor at this time according to Azeroth's standards Civilization...then you should call Tyrion Dawnblade Your Majesty.

This cryptic answer made Lana Thiel frowned, and she began to understand why Prince Kael'thas insisted on going his own way, and wanted to get closer to Tyrion, a dead man... the power of that guy , seems to be much stronger than everyone imagined.

Of course, this also proves how accurate Prince Kael'thas is in seeing people and predicting things.

While Danas and Ms. Lannathel were discussing things about Draenor and Tyrion, in the world of Draenor, the protagonist who was being discussed by various forces was busy with another matter.

In the hall of the Dark Temple, a floating fortress floating above the endless sea of ​​Draenor at this time, Tyrion was talking to his cousin.

However, the postures of the two people were a bit strange. Tyrion, who was dressed in black, stood at the edge of the hall. In front of him was a cage made of black iron, and Myra Dawnblade was sitting cross-legged in the cage.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't Tyrion torturing his cousin, it's just a necessary stage of an experiment.

how do you feel today?

Tyrion stared at Myra's dull faces. As another inheritor of the Dawnblade family, Myra had the same blue eyes as Tyrion, which seemed to be a proof of Dawnblade's bloodline.

Tyrion's question made Myra look up, and his thoughts seemed to have become sluggish during the long detention. After a few seconds, Myra shook her head vigorously, and then said in a dry and hoarse voice:

No, it sucks, as soon as I close my eyes, I can hear the roar of greed and hunger in my bones, and it is forcing me to find new, enough, pure magic...

Magic addiction, no doubt.

A cold gleam flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he said to his cousin in a calm voice:

Obviously, the curse of magic addiction flows in your blood. In the air of Quel'Thalas, which is full of magic power and even exceeds the standard in the eyes, the body of the high elves has been completely transformed... Magic addiction is proof. Before, I fought as a ranger and never practiced magic, even so, after death, the magic addiction flowing in my blood still swallowed me.

Myra, you have grown up studying the orthodox magician route of Blade of Dawn since you were young. You have been manipulating and absorbing magic power since childhood. Your magic addiction will only be more serious than mine.

Listen to you, is this a good thing?

Myra Dawnblade raised his head, looked at Tyrion, looked at his cousin, he tried to find a trace of concern from those ice blue eyes, but he was disappointed, the peace in those eyes made him There is an illusion.

Tyrion seemed to see him no differently than any other dead man.

Of course it's a good thing!

Tyrion seemed to sense what his cousin was thinking. He took a step forward, knelt down, stretched his cold hand into the cage, put it on Myra's shoulder, and patted it dryly, as a kind of encouragement.

The stronger the magic addiction, the stronger the possibility of you becoming Sarain between life and death, and once you become Sarain, your manipulation of blood is very likely... no, it's not possible, you will definitely Surpass me and become the strongest Salein, my younger brother, you see, death loves you so much!

Tyrion's voice was full of anticipation, but Myra Dawnblade, who was the person involved, just looked quietly at his only remaining family member in front of him. After a while, he said:

I didn't make this decision for your career, Tyrion, although it may affect your authority, but...I did it purely for Lumi.

This rebuttal failed to change the death knight's expression, or even change his eyes. He tilted his head and asked with some doubts:

Does it make a difference? You see, it doesn't matter what you're doing it for, the result is the same!

Tyrion stood up and said to his cousin:

We dead people ask very little. No matter what you think in your heart, Myra, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that you have proved with your actions that you are on our side, and that is enough.

Of course, I also have to thank Luminas...for sending my family to me.

Tyrion flicked his fingers, took out a blue magic gemstone from the storage ring, and placed it on the ground in front of Myra. He whispered:

Magic addiction is a kind of torture, especially after you leave Quel'Thalas and give up the Holy Light, you lose the energy replenishment, and your body starts to be hungry and thirsty. With your talent for magic, that terrible Addiction can completely change you in a short time, mark my words, Myra...

Before your will completely collapses, when you feel that the pain is unbearable, sucking a little pure magic will make you more comfortable, but this is drinking poison to quench your thirst. The more you suck, the closer you are to the end of your life close.

The soul is the most important thing!

The death knight emphasized his tone:

Don't let it get lost in the abyss of hunger and thirst for magic power, keep going, stick to the limit you can hold on, and then I will give you complete relief... At that time, you can be with Luminas forever Together, this is for your love! My brave and foolish brother.

Um

Myra nodded heavily. He has felt the torment of the addiction that Tyrion mentioned very clearly in the past few days. Crawling, the most terrifying torture, if the will is not firm enough, it is estimated that the first wave of torture in the outbreak of magic addiction will eventually completely lose its mind.

Myra tried her best not to think about the consequences of the complete collapse of her sanity, but she knew it with her ass, it must be much worse than becoming Sarain!

One more thing.

When Tyrion raised his head this time, his expression was slightly subtle. He looked around, lowered his voice, and asked:

Death does not have no effect on me, Myra. This is a secret that only a few people know. Many fragments of memories have disappeared from my mind, so I hope you can tell me... We have a long heritage like ours, and we have a long history, even in our bones. How many magic families are there in Quel'Thalas that flow the blood of magic power and are manipulated by terrible magic addiction?

You even forgot this?

Myra Dawnblade frowned, looked at the innocent Tyrion, and finally shook his head:

Many, the high elves use magic to build their civilization. In our civilization, there are countless powerful mages. There are at least dozens of magic families in Silvermoon City that have been passed down for more than 6,000 years. There are nearly a thousand descendants like you and me. The most famous one is Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, and...let me think about it, your purpose for asking me this question is not pure, right?

Tyrion shrugged, without hiding his purpose:

Of course, Salein needs to grow, and I can't expect another young man to come to me because of love, we have to take the initiative... If this pains you, you can choose someone you are very happy with. Annoying person, then tell me her or his name.

Myra's eyes blinked, and after a few seconds he whispered:

Lana Sal

Prince Kael'thas' attendant, she is also a descendant of a lonely family like us, and her talent in magic is much stronger than you and me!

The most important thing is that Lumi, who used to guard Silvermoon City, was sent to Daysome because my poor lover accidentally pissed off that princess lady... I have enough reasons to hate her !

Tyrion was very satisfied with this reason, he looked at his cousin meaningfully, he nodded slowly:

Well, it sounds like a very unpleasant woman, she should be punished as a matter of course!