Azeroth’s Death Track

In fact, Rhonin had a relationship with Tyrion once. During the Second Orc War, in the forest of Hillsbrad Hills, Ronin, who was still a young mage at that time, almost died in the hands of Celent. Arrow down.

But just like his usual weird luck, all the people who followed Rhonin died, and he was the only one who fled back to Dalaran with three arrows in his body.

But Tyrion must have forgotten Rhonin, he rarely remembers these fleeting characters in his experience, even in the original history, he will do a great career and have a famous name also the same.

In the face of death, everyone is equal!

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The death knight stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden gate of the village below Karazhan. He looked suspiciously at the gate, which was obviously just repaired. Tyrion turned back and said to the people behind him:

It's so strange. The last time I came here, there was no such door here. Who built it?

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A sound of hoofbeats sounded from the mist around the Mage Tower, and soon, a ghost riding a skeleton horse appeared in front of Tyrion. This was a very familiar guy. The skeleton horse under his crotch was Tyrion. Ang gave it to him.

Oh, Mr. Elf!

The spirit of the little nobleman greeted him kindly, and as he rode on his horse, he said to Tyrion:

Long time no see, you seem to be stronger.

Well, it's you.

Tyrion also recognized the soul in front of him, a smile flashed across his cold face, he looked at the village that had been repaired in the mist before him, and asked softly:

Did you do this? Why did you do it?

Well, the last time the orcs invaded Karazhan scared many nobles.

The soul of the little lord scratched his head and said softly: Although those orcs didn't hurt us, we thought it was time to repair the defense of the village, and recruited some soldiers from the nearby cemetery to build this gate. Very useful.

The soul smiled and said:

In the past, there were always many living people passing through the Deadwind Pass to find the secrets of Karazhan. After this gate is repaired, no one will bother us.

So, you actually already know that you are dead?

Tyrion squinted his eyes and looked at the soul in front of him. He asked: It's surprising that you can accept all this calmly.

It's not a very peaceful acceptance.

A trace of sadness flashed across the illusory face of the dead soul:

The Duchess of Aberlock couldn't accept it. On a rainy night, she went completely crazy and turned into a dangerous wraith. We wanted to ask the master of Karazhan for help, but after the orcs invaded once, Karazhan turned to us. The door is closed forever, we are powerless, we can only send the Duchess into the cellar, she screams every night, and many people are depressed, it is really terrible.

The little lord spread his arms helplessly:

It's like a nightmare.

So I suggest you move somewhere.

The death knight moved his fingers and said to the soul in front of him:

I have a magnificent palace in Draenor, but the lack of some high-ranking people there makes it very gloomy and boring. You know, the life of the dead is boring enough, so I thought, if I could Inviting you intelligent undead to settle there, my home may become better.

There was a trace of helplessness in Tyrion's eyes:

Especially after I have another daughter, you know, a gloomy place is really not suitable for children to grow up.

Draenor?

The little lord froze for a moment: Where is that? In the northern border of the mainland? Or on Kalimdor?

No! Neither!

Tyrion smiled and said, In another world, it's not too far away from here. You can even take the mad Duchess with you. I have a great undead doctor there, and it's easy to cure her.

So, how long are we going to waste?

Just as Tyrion and the ghost were talking happily, another cold voice sounded. The ghost looked back, and an old man in a purple robe with a staff in his hand pushed open the wooden door and walked into the town. The ghost With a flash of surprise in his eyes, he greeted the guy.

Hey, Mage Khadgar, long time no see! You look...something different.

Of course, Lord Lorwen.

Grand Lich Khadgar touched his heart and said calmly:

I died, and then I came back to life. Naturally, it's not the same as before. As for you, I suggest you follow Tyrion's advice, gather your ghost friends as quickly as possible, and start moving. It won't be suitable here soon. You live!

The soul of the little lord named Lorwen asked in surprise:

Why? Could it be that those dangerous paladins are coming to clean up this place?

No!

Tyrion stretched out his hand, flicked it in the air, whistling, and the magic sword Apocalypse, which once again changed its shape, appeared in its hand, and the more active buzzing and whistling of the magic blade awakened to the second stage represented its deep The evil spirit hidden in the sword is more active.

Lord Dark Blade raised his head and looked at the mage tower standing in the dark curtain in front of him. He seemed to see the figure standing on the high roof. He said softly:

Because we... this time, we are here for it, for Karazhan!

The magic blade in Tyrion's hand smelled the master's will, and it buzzed more intensely. Under the feet of the death knight, those dead spirits buried in this land were awakened. Amid the panicked screams of the ghosts, An army of undead, composed of bones and walking corpses, followed Tyrion and Khadgar to the mage's tower with its closed gate.

Standing in front of the closed gate of Karazhan, Tyrion looked back at the gathered ghosts behind him, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth:

Let's go! Get out of here, go to Draenor...

Dark Blade Knights, welcome!

After finishing speaking, the death knight waved the apocalypse, and the crescent-shaped blade whizzed and slashed down. The rusted iron railings that were sealed by magic power scattered in the dancing of sparks, and the wreckage of the railings spread all over the death knight. In the surrounding land, in front of his eyes, there is a red wooden gate, which has become decayed in the ruthless flow of time.

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The death knight swung his foot and kicked open the rotten gate. He turned sideways and made a gesture of please. After a little hesitation, he strode into the mage tower.

After parting from life and death, he once again returned to the place where all destiny began, but this time, he did not come to consult magic, did not come to shoulder the spy mission of the Kirin Tor, nor did he come to save the world, let alone To kill his dear mentor again.

Came here with a dead body, Khadgar's purpose is very simple, he wants to talk to his mentor.

That's all.

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Let's go!

Medivh's illusory figure stood on the distorted rooftop at the highest level in Karazhan, where one could easily see the scene where reality and fantasy intertwined. During the period when the soul was dominated by the Dark Titan, the power of the Dark Titan penetrated the entire area. This area makes it the weakest area in the entire Azeroth world space.

Sargeras once wanted to summon an army of demons here, but in the end, it still adopted Kil'jaeden's conspiracy to destroy the world bit by bit.

Medivh guarded Karazhan, on the one hand to preserve the future fragments inside Karazhan, on the other hand, he also wanted to guard this distorted space to prevent demons from infiltrating the entire world.

And now, on this rooftop, Medivh stood there alone. Behind him were his good friend Anduin Lothar, who grew up with him, and his lonely mother, Magna Aegwynn.

Let's go! Get out of here!

Medivh watched the undead awakened by Tyrion rush into Karazhan, closed his eyes, and said softly:

He came for me... so vindictive, but what he did... maybe, maybe we did make a mistake, but... either way, we're all here to save this world.

He turned, and the winds of the void lifted the shadow robes of the last guardian, wrapped in raven-winged robes, it was a very tired soul.

I have told you all the future I saw, Lothar!

Medivh looked at his friends who grew up with him, and said softly:

But the future has been completely changed under the intervention of Tyrion, and the future fragments of Karazhan are also shining with chaos. No one can judge whether it is good or bad, but at least when resisting the inevitable demon invasion, There will be one more army in the world, which may be a good thing.

But I don't want to leave just like that! Medivh, my friend.

Marshal Lothar wore a set of heavy armor. He held a blood-red two-handed epee in his hand. He pressed the sharp blade to the ground, and his eyes were filled with the will to fight:

I can't leave my friend and run away alone. I've already left you once, and it hurts me so much. I don't want to go through it again! You didn't want me to get me out of my mortal fate. Be a deserter, right?

But the Alliance needs your guidance!

Medivh stepped forward, emphasizing his tone: Internal conflicts, external threats, between kings fighting for power, you can't see the threats hidden in the darkness. You have also seen the future, demons will enter this world, they The world will be shattered, and an age of turmoil will begin that will consume all hope from Azeroth.

In the deepest part of this world, the most desperate power has been revived, and you know who is our real enemy! Lothar, my fate will come to an abrupt end tonight, and you, you will shoulder my unfinished mission , you are more powerful than me, you can convince the people of the alliance more than me, and most importantly...you have the most noble blood flowing in your body!

Medivh stretched out his hands, and the illusory soul shrouded in shadows used this method to firmly hold his friend's wrist. He said in a deep voice:

Emperor Arathor's bloodline cannot be cut off just like that. Only that noble bloodline can bring the entire alliance and all human beings together! Gather under the banner you hold high, the alliance cannot be divided! Absolutely not!

But I don't know what to do!

Marshal Lothar seemed a little at a loss, the old man whispered:

I'm not ready yet, this... This is much harder than defeating the orcs.

You don't need to get ready, Lothar.

Medivh took a step back, and while his fingers danced silently, a portal suddenly opened at the foot of Lothar, throwing the old marshal who was caught off guard. back.

Fate will prepare you, old friend. Farewell...farewell forever.

Medivh, no!!!

Lothar's shouts were still echoing in the cold rooftop, and the door of the rooftop was smashed open in a brutal way. In the scene of broken wooden debris flying everywhere, Terry, whose body was covered with dark red jumping light, Ang, holding the magic sword Apocalypse, walked onto the silent twisted rooftop.

Behind him, Khadgar looked unchanged.

Well, Mr. Medivh, we meet again!

Tyrion was wrapped in death energy, and his voice became unusually low and hollow:

The farewell ceremony you held for me is still unforgettable to this day. In return, I also held a grand farewell ceremony for you!

You don't need to worry about the future of the world anymore, never again...

The death knight stepped forward, and he said softly:

I'm here... to give you true relief and... freedom!

Don't think about it!

A trembling figure held a staff and stood in front of Tyrion. Ms. Magna Aegwynn, the former guardian who had lost her strength, was protecting her son fiercely as a mother. Staring at Tyrion, her old face was shining with an unyielding look:

You! Evil! You don't want to touch my son!

Yo, Ms. Aegwynn.

Tyrion stopped in his tracks. He looked at the former guardian in front of him. A cruel light flashed in his ice blue eyes. He waved the magic blade in his hand, and the neighing of the apocalypse turned the dead silence around :

This sword is longing for your soul, it longs for the mission it once failed... Get out of the way! I don't want to bully a weak old woman!

Then come on! Evil, let me see how strong you are!

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Jumping violet magic lines moved in the space around Aegwynn and Tyrion. Amid Aegwynn's sharp shouts, she and the death knight disappeared into the area of ​​the rooftop.

This sudden turn of events did not surprise the remaining two people. Khadgar held the staff of the guardian. He took a few steps forward and walked out of the shadow behind him. He looked at the familiar figure in front of him with cold eyes, He bent slightly, as before, and whispered:

Long time no see, Teacher.