Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 218 19. Demon War. Khadgar's Sacrifice [89100]

This castle hides many secrets.

Sassovar the Corruptor walked silently in the Dark Temple. After entering the castle, he quickly discovered the hidden things in the castle. The extremely active space fluctuations, obviously, Ner'zhul Using the Scepter of Sargeras in the Black Temple filled the inherent space of this fortress with cracks, just like the space of the Dark Portal, which could be easily torn apart.

It will definitely be easier to open the portal here.

The Dreadlord touched his smooth chin, and his black eyes flashed a light of thought: Maybe after victory, I should regard this as my palace to rule the world, Lord of Draenor, sounds very good Well.

Nathrezim chuckled, turned and walked into another fork, passing the death knight guarding the hall, but the death knight didn't find the dreadlord at all.

The Dreadlord, the Nathrezim, this race is an out-and-out shadow family. Their understanding and use of shadow are masters in the entire universe, infiltrating a fortress, a city, spreading lies, disintegrating fighting spirit, Spreading the disease, these are just the most basic skills for them, they are the best scouts and conspirators in the Burning Legion.

Sassovar now urgently needs to find an entry point. It is not easy to cause riots in the Dark Temple. The dead people lack emotions and are determined, which means that it will be difficult for the Dread Demon King to corrupt the will of these high-level death knights, and control One or two knights won't help at all, it has to find a guy with enough weight.

But soon, the Corruptor found a suitable target. In the fortress full of undead, the Dread Demon King quickly smelled the breath of living people, which made his eyes light up... and quickly moved towards the library of the Dark Temple The room rushed over.

First, the crystal must be polished to the point of extreme smoothness.

Archmage Khadgar sat on the table in the library, fiddling with a piece of crystal clear crystal in his hand, and spread out an ancient scroll in front of his eyes, written in the Arakren language, very obscure, but clever After the Archmage had learned the language of the arakkoa, he could read it easily.

This scroll was just excavated by the arakkoa. It is said that it recorded the way the ancient arakkoa used the Apexis crystal. This made the archmage very interested. So after the demon war calmed down a little, he began to study reel.

Well, it seems like enough.

Khadgar looked at the polished Apexis crystal in front of his eyes. Under the light of the spar lamp, every facet of the crystal was surrounded by brilliant luster, which made him very satisfied.

Then the second step... wait, the sun? Use sunlight to melt the crystal and cast it into a hexagonal crystal pillar?

The archmage was stunned for a moment, how could sunlight melt the crystal? Not to mention the extremely hard Apexis crystal, which made him stop his research on the crystal once again scratching his head. He picked up the pen at hand and wrote and drew in his notes, but soon, Then he remembered another thing.

Khadgar lived very freely in Draenor, Tyrion did not restrict his actions, he could go wherever he wanted, learn any information he wanted, but the more he learned, the archmage felt more and more at a loss.

At the very beginning, he chose to stay in Draenor because of his reckless actions and cooperation with the bronze dragon Sefiel, causing more than 1,000 warriors of the Alliance advance army to die innocently, which made the kind-hearted archmage feel Indescribable frustration and pain, after learning the truth about the bronze dragon, the archmage felt that it was necessary for him to devote himself to the great cause of liberating Azeroth from the grasp of the bronze dragon.

But after calming down, Khadgar found that everything he learned was actually seen under the guidance of Tyrion, which made it difficult for the mage not to doubt the original intention of the death knight, so in the face of During the Lich Transformation Ceremony, he chose to refuse. He felt that he needed to know more before making a calm decision on whether to join the undead side.

After all, it is sacrificing life, sacrificing the most precious thing. Khadgar has the consciousness of sacrificing himself, but he still feels hesitant when faced with an uncertain choice. After all, this mage is just a mortal, although he looks very old. , but he is only 30 years old this year. Although he has experienced a lot, his experience is still not enough for him to find the real direction in the fog.

So, who is righteous and who is evil?

The archmage looked at his notes, and he murmured to himself, You are clearly a dead person, but you insist on fighting a life-and-death war with the devil. What are you doing all this for?

He has experienced the demon battle in the Auchindoun Necropolis, he saw with his own eyes how the undead who were once considered evil silently strangled more evil demons, and he also saw how the death lords defeated the demon army. Watching the cooperation between the Draenei and the Dark Blade Knights, the living and the dead were wary of each other, but they joined forces to fight against the same enemy.

Even someone like Velen can be persuaded by you...

The archmage stared at the spar lamp on the table in front of him, and the light in his eyes became dazed. Where he didn't notice, the darkness was eroding his thinking little by little, making his thinking obscure.

Uh, I'm... what's wrong with me?

The light of the spar lamp flashed in vain, and the archmage immediately woke up from that fugue state. He rubbed his forehead and stood up, shaking his body. He turned his head and looked around. Eyes hung over everything, and the archmage could feel the twisting darkness eating away at his will.

boom

Khadgar subconsciously grabbed the staff of the guardian at hand, and gathered a huge amount of magic power, trying to cut off the power of Sassovar the Corruptor piercing his heart, but he lacked experience in fighting demons. At the moment of counterattack, Sassovar's gloomy laughter sounded in the archmage's heart, and he immediately lost control of his body.

The violent purple magic power surged out of the archmage's body uncontrollably, forming a violent magic storm in an instant, when the erratic magic power gathered to the limit...

boom

A loud bang sounded from the library, and the violent magic power tore apart the books and bookshelves visiting around in an instant. Amidst the flying debris, even the levitating magic circle that was operating in the entire Dark Temple was temporarily confused. .

Ka Ka Ka

One after another magical sparks lit up in the energy channels of the Dark Temple, as if the power of a precision-operated instrument had been forcibly cut off. With a low buzzing sound, the Dark Temple suspended in the sky lost its power to float, and began to Fall rapidly.

The roars of the undead resounded through the fallen fortress, and the entire temple was in chaos at this moment, and the archmage Khadgar was thrown upwards in that rapid weightless vibration, and his head hit the stone wall hard In the process, his body was like an unmanned puppet, his eyes were dull, and he allowed himself to be smashed.

And in the heart, the will of the archmage is fighting fiercely against the corruptor who invaded the soul.

Confusion, pain, helplessness, hesitation, repentance...Look, how fragile and pitiful this soul is.

The dark form roared in the Archmage's mind, constantly beating the Archmage's soul with the power of shadow, and trying to imprison him:

You have tyrannical magic power, but you don't have the heart to match it, mortal, it's a pity, you don't know how to defeat me at all!

bang bang bang

The tentacles of darkness were chopped off one by one by the will of the archmage. He realized that he might have encountered the most difficult trouble, but Khadgar was unwilling to give up just like that. In the realm of the soul that he was not familiar with, he Like a rude warrior, he rampages in the sea of ​​​​his own mind.

Sassovar was not in a hurry. The release of magic power just now had destroyed the simple floating magic circle of the Dark Temple. The fall of this sky fortress would undoubtedly attract the attention of all the undead in Hellfire Peninsula.

It has already done what it wants to do, now, it just wants to expand its victory, it hides in the corner of Khadgar's heart, like a cat playing with a mouse, constantly using words to provoke Khadgar soul:

You are a coward!

You killed your mentor!

You are in league with the undead, you have betrayed your mission!

Oh, you're even thinking about joining them...what a fool, what living person would give up his life?

You're after justice? Stupid, you don't know what justice is, what you're after is a concept imposed on you by others...

You have never lived for yourself. Look, I can clearly see that you fell in love with that lowly orc! But you are cowardly and dare not keep him.

Ha ha ha ha

The restless language was like the most vicious whip, whipping Khadgar's trembling heart, but it also aroused the archmage's heartfelt anger, because what Sassovar said was true, and it was the last thing hidden in his heart. Deep shadows, and anger, this situation can lead to reckless decisions that lead directly to failure.

enough!

Khadgar roared, pouring out all the power in his mind, like a big storm sweeping everything, tearing up all the dark shadows in front of him. After everything calmed down, his consciousness once again dominated He killed his body, but before he could add a shield to himself, the fallen Dark Temple hit the ground of Hellfire Peninsula.

boom

The shock from the temple falling from a height of several hundred meters was like the most terrifying earthquake. Even though the death knights activated the barrier to prevent impact, the terrible impact still messed up everything inside the temple. , Khadgar's body was like a ship on the top of the tide, he was thrown up violently, and then hit the ground crazily.

This impact made his eyes black, and he stood up with difficulty leaning on his staff, and what caught his eyes was a pair of black hooves wrapped in flames.

You think you've won?

Idiot, power may be the most respected in the outside world, but in my battlefield, will is everything.

Your body belongs to me!

hum

The movement of the Archmage's resistance suddenly stopped, and the tall body of Sassovar the Corruptor turned into a dark bat and dissipated in the air, like a storm of bats, surrounding Khadgar's body, amidst the neighing of the dark bats , Khadgar howled in pain, and after a while, he stood up again, but his eyes had already turned black.

Oh, it's always so easy to crush the hearts of the living...

Sasowal put the guardian staff in his hand and looked at it. It felt the huge magic power in Khadgar's body, and nodded with satisfaction:

Then let this hustle and bustle become even crazier!

boom

All the sundries in front of him were torn apart by the berserk magic power. In the entanglement of purple luster, the Dread Demon King manipulated the archmage's body to walk out of the library, but when he opened the door, a figure stood in front of it.

Sassovar stared at the slender figure, and it let out a deep laugh:

Oh, Mr. Tyrion, are you here to meet me?

Tyrion, who had rushed back from Hellfire Citadel, frowned and looked at Khadgar in front of him. Obviously, under the archmage's body, there was another soul hidden. He asked in a hollow voice:

Who are you?

I?

A distorted smile appeared on Khadgar's face. He habitually intertwined his fingers and said in a strange voice:

I am Archmage Khadgar, am I not your friend?

bass

The humming magic blade was unsheathed, and Tyrion's voice became cold:

Get out of him! Now, right now!

The unsheathing of Apocalypse made Sasuovar the Corruptor shrink his eyes. As an orthodox Nathrezim demon, it recognized this magic sword, which was two swords cast by the ancient Nathrezim ancestors. It is one of the magic blades. It is rumored that the dreaded demon king Kassanatil took it and disappeared among the stars. Unexpectedly, this thing fell into the hands of Tyrion.

But facing the threat of the death knight, the Dreadlord was not nervous. He waved the staff in his hand and said in Khadgar's voice:

What if I say no? You see, no matter whether it is the living or the dead, they are always very hesitant when facing friends. This meaningless emotion binds you, but it is my sharpest weapon. I really want to You know, what would you do when faced with this choice?

puff

As soon as Sasowal's words fell, Tyrion's body turned into a swift shadow and appeared in front of the archmage. Under the horrified eyes of the fearful demon king, the magic blade Apocalypse easily broke through the archmage's shield, Then he pierced the archmage's heart without hesitation. Amidst the blood surging, Tyrion stared at Khadgar's black eyes, and he whispered:

It seems that your weapon is not sharp enough... Also, what made you have the illusion that he is my friend?

The dreadlord struggled to escape from Khadgar's pierced body, but the buzzing, magic blade forged by the ancestors of Nathrezim grabbed the dreadlord's soul, biting it Little by little, it was dragged into the neighing sword body.

I don't know who you are yet, but listen... Tianqi likes you very much, my new friend...