Azeroth’s Death Track

Karazhan is a typical mage tower.

The interior is full of precise mana lines, all kinds of traps to prevent the invasion of foreign enemies, and the strange space between the intertwined folds that only the owner of the mage tower can distinguish clearly, and this was built by the former guardian Ms. Aegwynn herself. The mage tower, logically speaking, it should be more powerful than those standard mage towers in Dalaran.

As long as there is an archmage manipulating the mage tower, even thousands of troops will not be able to break through it.

And that's the problem... Karazhan is currently uncontrolled. For the past few years, the Dark Titan has controlled Medivh's soul. It is entrenched in this corner of Azeroth, using its own He looked at this world with malicious eyes. To the Dark Titan, all the sophisticated magic in Karazhan were just like toys, and it didn't care about these things at all.

It has been in disrepair for a long time, and the Dark Titan always likes to conduct some dangerous experiments in this Mage Tower, such as forcibly tearing the space nodes above Karazhan, etc. In this case, no matter how powerful the Mage Tower itself is, it cannot withstand it. The destruction that spreads from within.

But now, facing the death knight Tyrion, who is far less powerful than Sargeras, but also very dangerous, and the original owner of Karazhan, Ms. Aegwynn struggled to mobilize the mana line that was still functioning, and put Tyrion and herself together. Sent to the lowest floor of the Mage Tower.

In this weird space below the horizon, there is an inverted tower that is exactly the same as the upper mage tower, but the direction is reversed, piercing into a weird space in a strange shape, it is the handwriting of the dark titan, who Don't know what it's doing here.

boom

Tyrion's icy combat boots stepped on the dusty ground, and all he could see was darkness. In the darkness, there was the sound of water droplets dripping into the pool, which made this strange area become Much quieter and dead still.

Ms. Aegwynn, where are you hiding?

The death knight's cold voice sounded in the darkness: Are you going to play a game of cat and mouse with me? Or, do you think it's a good thing for your son to trap me here? Khadgar is better than me?

Hehe, you guessed wrong!

Tyrion put away the magic sword, he turned and walked into the shadow behind him:

Khadgar, who returned from the dead, is more dangerous than you can imagine! The shadow magic power surging in his body makes even me, who made him, tremble!

Actually, it's nothing. Maybe Mr. Medivh can take advantage of the danger and use words to persuade Khadgar to defect.

But what I'm more curious about is, how can he convince someone who has seen the truth? How can he convince Khadgar to join his cowardly tinkering rescue plan? How can he melt Khadgar What about the frozen heart?

Tyrion's figure completely disappeared into the darkness of the tower, and his vague voice could still reach the ears of Ms. Aegwynn who was hiding on the other side.

Anyway, let's wait and see, and before that, I will have a good play with you...and the powerful Rebellious Guardian Aegwynn!

Hearing these words, Ms. Aegwynn's old hands, shrouded in shadow, clenched tightly.

No one knows the nature of her weakness better than her. Without the power of her guardian, she not only ages rapidly, but also becomes very weak in energy. The mages fought a dozen, but facing the Dark Blade Lord who had evolved the Demon Sword Apocalypse to the second stage at this time, she knew very well that she was not an opponent!

She saw the posture of the magic sword, which was more ferocious and terrifying than the magic sword I held in the hands of Les Shaar! And being able to hold such a magic sword is enough to explain the power Tyrion possesses at this time.

After fully absorbing the soul power of the great demon Kazak, the broken shape of this magic sword closed again, as if it had completed the second transformation. Its blade became smooth and graceful, with red lines all over it. The appearance is like a crescent moon. At the front of the sharp blade, there are three ferocious tiny armor-piercing cones inlaid, which makes it more lethal. Anyone who is cut by it will be sorted out by it. The knife edge easily cuts the flesh and cuts the bone.

Look here, there are ghosts everywhere.

Tyrion looked at the dark space of the Ni Tower in front of him, emerald green wraiths scattered everywhere in the passage, these should be humans who died in the hands of Sargeras or other damn things, thrown by the dark titan casually In the cemetery of Nita, the long-standing resentment and the dark power surrounding this place made them more irritable and more dangerous.

After smelling the breath of intruders, these wraiths rushed towards Tyrion in groups, but a reddish halo of mist shone on the blade of the death knight's back, and the mist dissipated on the blade Above, lingering outside Tyrion's body, all the wraiths who came into contact with the mist would become very weak. They screamed and wanted to escape, but they were crushed one by one in the darkness by the death knights.

Ghosts who have lost their sanity and meaning of existence, living in the cracks between heaven, earth and hell, screaming and crying helplessly, abandoned people living in darkness, let me give you relief... What a pity!

The death knight stepped forward, and nothing could stop him and the apocalypse in his hands.

After growing to the second stage, the already vicious Apocalypse added new abilities. In addition to absorbing souls, when held by Tyrion, this sword will emit a strange red plague. It is deadly to humans, and will take their lives in a short time, but to weak undead, this plague is also deadly.

After advancing in the darkness for less than 5 minutes, between the screams of the wraiths and the flurry of ashes of relief, Tyrion saw what was in front of him, a pool of bones and skeletons, and a black chain hanging upside down on the top of his head. Among the stone walls, each chain bound an innocent person, they were soaked in the icy pool water, and the remnant power of the Dark Titan shrouded the abyss, even after death, they would not be at peace.

This is the truth about Karazhan who swore to save the world!

Tyrion stood by the pool of despair, he squatted down, looked at the corpses floating in the pool, looked at the pair of godless eyes, looked at the despair rippling in those eyes, behind him, followed for the first time It was only after Tyrion stepped into the deepest part of the tower that Aegwynn looked at all this tremblingly.

She didn't know what the Dark Titan did when he occupied Karazhan, but at this moment, she suddenly understood why Medivh was so willing to sacrifice himself to atone for the world.

When the dark spirit took possession of his body, in his pained gaze, he became an executioner, a most terrible butcher.

Until now, you still think your son is innocent?

The death knight dipped his hand into the bone-deep water, and said softly:

I am neither righteous nor holy. In fact, I am reborn in sin and darkness. I represent the flames of despair and destruction. I will also use the flames of war to wash away the world, but even for me, my hands are covered with The bloody me is a hundred times cleaner than your son! A thousand times!

Prophets? Your sons are always your thoughts of your love, but I want to ask for them, are they...the thoughts of some child who lost a father? Are they the thoughts of some parent who lost a son Beloved?

Answer me! Magna Aegwynn! Answer me!

bass

The magic blade was out of its sheath, and the sharp blade exuding endless cold was aimed at Aegwynn behind him. Tyrion shook off the water droplets on the other hand. His eyes were full of frost. Behind him, those who were shrouded in despair Thousands of human skeletons were infected by the death energy, and their twisted bodies stood up one after another from the horrifying pile of bones. There was a dark light in their eyes, which was full of hatred, helpless. Intellectual pain and tyranny.

Like a soldier returning from hell of despair, obeying the commander of darkness, ready to tear apart the hypocrisy of this world at any time, throwing the hypocrites into the blazing fire of revenge.

Do you still want to stop me?

Can you...can you stop me?

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I have done many wrong things, my disciple.

On the twisted rooftop of Karazhan, Medivh calmly looked at the archlich in front of him, his former disciple, his only disciple, his face covered by the cloak dotted with crows, there was no superfluous expression, He looked very much like the Guardian in Khadgar's memory, the expression he always had when he was alone.

Under the control of that dark soul, I did many, many wrong things. I feel the pain. I feel the same for those victims. The depression and despair are like being locked in a cage. Use the window to watch the world, and watch the devil use my body to torture everything.

Can you understand the pain?

In a hall with only two people, Medivh's voice could easily spread throughout the hall, and facing his question, Khadgar shook his head and nodded again.

I couldn't understand it before, but now I can understand it. When I returned from death, my tortured soul was reinfused into this body, like being thrown into a cold cage.

Khadgar raised his hand and looked at his finger movements strangely. A trace of doubt flashed in his cold eyes, as if he was re-experience the feeling of manipulating his body.

It's not that I'm feeling it, but I'm manipulating it. It's a strange feeling, but the greater change lies in the soul. When I cross the gate of death, I remove some emotions that are easy to mislead me from the soul, and then use a kind of A more calm mind to look at my past life.

He raised his head and stared at his mentor Medivh, his tone became hoarse:

I suddenly had doubts. In the past years, was it really just Sargeras who was leading all this? Is a soul that has been entangled with darkness for 40 years really so pure?

Are you suspicious of me?

Medivh frowned, and he said softly: Even now, you still doubt whether I have escaped from the darkness? Are you doubting my determination to try to save this world?

No! I'm not interested in doubting you, I just have some... doubts about the method you use. Tyrion is actually right. In the face of a terrible future, is it really useful to tinker in the timeline? ?”

The Grand Lich shook his head:

Enough talking nonsense, mortals succumb to desire and power, and quarrel endlessly in mutual strife. There must be an enemy strong enough to reunite them. Only under heavy pressure can there be true unity! Like the orcs 10 years ago, like the demons 10,000 years ago, you see, I have a different idea from Tyrion who simply wants to destroy all shackles, I have my own plan!

Left and right are just a temporary union. Therefore, I have come here to ask you to hand over the control of Karazhan. I have already seen that things are messed up in a certain way. Compared with putting hope on a soul eager for redemption , I think it’s better for me to execute it myself.”

After all, you have a conviction when it comes to things like capriciousness!

Medivh shook his head, staring at his disciple, he said:

It's very good, but I can't trust a dead person. You are vigilant against all living people. The worlds of you and the living are not intertwined. With a completely frozen heart planning a cruel and cold future, how can you let me trust you? ?”

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Six brilliant mana shackles composed of endless necromantic runes appeared on Khadgar's body, exuding golden rays of light, binding his body tightly under the berserk power of the lich, the cold magic power Erupting from the Grand Lich's body, a howling storm rolled up in this small area.

The guardian staff in Khadgar's hand pointed at Medivh, his eyes sparkled with silver light.

You don't need to believe me! Pale words don't make any sense.

What you refused to give me...I will take it with my own hands!

Khadgar the Lich, here is a challenge to you, come on, Guardian Medivh, let us speak with strength!