Azeroth’s Death Track

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While the purple magic light was shining, Tyrion, who was carrying something in each hand, returned to the closed rooftop on the top floor of Karazhan.

He seemed to have gone through a big melee, and the armor on his body had disappeared, leaving only a pair of barely complete pants. The death knight was naked from the upper body, and he looked dark and depraved.

And in front of his eyes, the closed roof that could barely be preserved before was torn apart by the crazy collision of magic power like the most tragic post-war ruins. A posture that violates the rules of gravity, floating scatteredly on the platform that has lost its integrity, and looking around, the platform seems to be no longer in Karazhan's original position.

It's not even within the scope of Azeroth, and around this platform is a cold and silent starlight.

It seems that when he was busy, Khadgar and Medivh were not idle either, the master and apprentice started a big fight among the stars, as for the result.

Lord Darkblade looked back at Khadgar, who was sitting on a chair behind him, his breath was weak, and his magic power was beating chaotically. Even the six golden rune locks became dim...Obviously, in this master-student confrontation, he lost.

Tyrion looked back at Medivh who was struggling to stand on the other side of the platform. The soul body of the last guardian had become dim, his magic power was dissipating rapidly, and even his own existence was difficult to maintain. Under his robe, there was nothing at his feet. Obviously, his soul also quickly dissipated after being severely injured.

Oh, it looks like you didn't win either.

Tyrion shrugged and threw the two things in his hand at Medivh's feet. He pulled out the extremely satisfied Magic Blade Apocalypse with his backhand, put it on the ground, and introduced to Medivh:

The one on the left is Ms. Magna Aegwynn, a living person who has lived for 1,000 years. She is dead.

The one on the right is Mr. Meili Dongfeng, a dead man who lived for almost 5,000 years, and he is also dead.

He looked at Medivh and said calmly:

Your small team has been dismantled by me, and everyone related to you is dead. You see, you are such a bastard, Mr. Medivh, but since Khadgar has already lost, so I think, It's time for our second rendezvous.

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The blade with beating dark red energy pointed at the silent Medivh. After the strange transformation of the body, the death energy that Tyrion's body could accommodate further increased, and then evolved into another form.

That kind of tiny, intermittent lightning sparks looks very cool, and...dangerous!

Tyrion Dawnblade, the great lord of the Dark Blade Knights, challenges you, the last guardian, Medivh!

Faced with this challenge, Medivh didn't answer right away. He bent down. In the fast-dissipating soul and magic power, this movement seemed very difficult. He knelt in front of the two corpses in a half-kneeling posture. He stretched out his hand , and slowly closed Ms. Aegwynn's lifeless eyes.

I used to hate her very much. When I was young, in my memory, only my father was with me, Mr. Elan, he was very strict, very strict, but every time after I finished my difficult schoolwork, My father will reward me, take me to the best tavern in Stormwind City to have a big meal in the Golden Rose, and occasionally take Ryan and Lothar, who are about my age, to go hiking in the western wilderness, that is what I remember Best part.

Medivh's voice became a little weak due to the heavy trauma. His equally illusory fingers stroked Ms. Aegwynn's cheek, helping her wipe off the blood stains left on her face. There was a touch of sadness in his voice.

And my mother, she seldom appears in front of me, one year, two years... I have seen her only a handful of times, and the time of each meeting is very short, so short that I have no time to experience maternal love. I feel that she is stricter than my father, and every time I come back, she will teach me taboo and weird magic, I hate those... Once, I hated my inherent responsibility and power.

Until, until the night when I lost my father, uncontrollable magic caused me to tear apart a third of the palace. In order to protect me, my father died in that storm, and my mother, when I fell into a coma, At the very beginning, I could feel that she was beside my bed, she looked at me helplessly, with tears in her eyes, I have never seen her so sad and helpless with a serious and determined face ...She called my name over and over again, and in the end, she collapsed, and she confessed everything to me, helpless like an ordinary woman, even more vulnerable.

From that moment on, I forgave her.

Medivh withdrew his fingers, and he stood up. Manic magic gathered in the ruins of the platform. In the phantom of the stars, the angry guardian even deflected the light of the stars.

He raised his head, his always wise eyes were already filled with anger, he stretched out his hand, and the guardian staff that Khadgar put aside was like a baby swallow returning to its nest, and returned to Medivh's hand, A frenzy of lightning sparks danced around his body, making the eyes of this lonely soul full of lightning and thunder.

But now, I lost them! Because of you, because of you cold-blooded monster!

He took a step forward, silvery white arcs were drawn from the edges of his eyes, he stared at Tyrion, and pointed the staff in his hand at him:

Tyrion Dawn Blade, not as a guardian, but as the son of Magna Aegwynn and Nieras Elam...I accept your challenge!

Revenge for my parents who died at your hands!

boom

Bright lightning sparks descended from the sky, and the figures of Medivh and Tyrion rushing forward with his sword were reflected in it. Khadgar, who was watching all this, the weak lich struggled to support the wall, stood up, and He straightened his robe and bowed to the battlefield where magic power and death collided wildly.

Like the most solemn farewell.

My mentor...go all the way...

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It is difficult to describe the process of this shocking battle. As the last guardian of Medivh, he was guarded by the best mage hunter Nieras Elan of the Tiris Mystic Society and the guardian with the longest magic power. Aegwynn taught at the same time, plus the time the Dark Titan hid in his soul.

This rare experience makes Medivh unparalleled in the world in terms of magical attainments. In fact, Medivh may be proficient in all the magical systems of Azeroth, from the mysterious prayer magic of the night elves to the obscure magic of the druids. From natural magic, to the vicious and weird witchcraft of trolls, or the exquisite spellcasting of the high elves.

Even elemental magic from the world of Draenor, fel magic from demons, and mind magic from the Nathrezim.

And he also has enough magic power to support him to release these weird spells that are completely impossible to appear on a person.

It was like being bombarded by an entire group of mages in turn. In the turbulent magic vortex, even if the death knight Tyrion was fully activated, he was like duckweed in the wind, struggling to maintain his body in the strong wind, and then fight back.

boom

The dark green lightning that fell from the sky struck the death knight's shoulder like a knife. During the corruption of the evil energy, his left arm was completely wrapped by the dark green scorching light, and the icy frost storm quickly tore the death knight apart. The anti-magic shield propped up by the knight swarmed and hit his scorching left arm.

The ultra-high-temperature flesh and blood were quickly cooled by the extreme cold, and the disastrous result was that the arm was torn piece by piece in the collision of the two forces, like steel thrown into a crack in the void. split.

It can be called the most horrific punishment in the world.

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The magic blade in Tyrion's right hand raised the knife and cut off the completely necrotic right arm before the tearing injury extended to the body. The death knight looked at the severed arm on the ground, and then looked at it again. Medivh, who exists in the sky like a demon god in a magical storm, has cold and heartless eyes. There is no doubt that Medivh is torturing him in this way.

The huge magic power gathered by the desperate guardians could completely destroy Tyrion's body in an instant, but for a seriously injured soul, carrying this extreme pressure was equivalent to committing suicide quickly.

Originally, Medivh just disappeared with his feet. Now, his body has completely disappeared from the waist down. The sparks of his soul are scattered in this starry sky, which means that Medivh is dying quickly, in the true sense of death.

It's not over yet!

Tyrion gritted his teeth, the body mutation brought about by Kazak's blood behind him flapped the huge black wings, making him rush out of the ground quickly, holding the magic blade with one hand, under the dark red light In the shroud, cut through the oncoming magic power and spells, just like sparks hitting the earth, slammed into Medivh's magic shield with his body.

This very childish blow did not hurt Medivh at all. On the contrary, the death knight who hit him head-on was restrained in the air by the thick magic power, and even the right arm holding the weapon was firmly imprisoned.

Medivh calmly looked at Tyrion, who was about to be crushed by the magic power, and asked:

Leave with me, Tyrion, your disappearance is a blessing to this world. So I will only ask you, do you want to repent? Sinner!

Tyrion raised his head with difficulty, his ice blue eyes stared at the dying Medivh, a smile suddenly appeared on his face:

You are lonely, Medivh, and you have no friends.

Um?

But I have!

In the reflection of the death knight's eyes, two groups of bronze sparks flashed, burning like torches in the magic tide rolled up by Medivh.

I found new friends, Medivh... This time, I also invite them to come with me.

Witness the withering of the guardian!

click, click

Two chains representing the power of time passed through the thick tide of magic power, one left and one right, and were fastened to Medivh's body. The full operation of the two bronze dragons allowed the power of time to fill Medivh's body at this moment. Forcibly cut him off from the magic storm he controlled.

The faces of Sefiel and Chromie are not relaxed. It is not so easy to control the desperate Guardian.

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Losing the shackles of magic power, Tyrion slumped to the cold ground in embarrassment, but the next moment, he stood up from the ground with the magic blade, carried the humming Apocalypse, and walked step by step to the platform imprisoned by the chain of time. Guardians of the Edge.

As he walked forward, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and the arc of that smirk became more and more obvious on his cheeks, until he stood in front of Medivh, looking at those dark and stubborn eyes, he waved the apocalypse.

Goodbye, Medivh!

The next moment, the magic sword swung down suddenly, but at the same time, a cold palm rested on Tyrion's shoulder, and Khadgar's jerky voice:

You promised me, Tyrion! You promised me!

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The blade of Apocalypse stopped on the neck of Medivh's soul, and it was only a hair away from completely destroying the integrity of this soul, but in the end, the Lord of Dark Blade retracted his sword, and a trace of disgust and bloodthirsty flashed in his eyes. But soon disappeared, he took a step back, let out a breath like a living person, took out two black soul stones from the storage ring, and stuffed them into Medivh's time chain in front of him.

Then he stretched out his hand and pushed Medivh off the platform. Under the void of the platform, there was a bronze-colored vortex circling endlessly, which was the vortex of time.

Tyrion raised his head and whispered to Chromie who was suspended in the air:

For Mister Khadgar's sake, give him a sweet dream about his ending as a Guardian.

Mr. Medivh deserves a good dream too...so, so be it.