Necromancy is a variant of magic that extends its power to the realm of death.
Since we often have to deal with corpse ghosts, and the current mainstream belief in the human world is the holy light that represents light, this kind of magic is naturally regarded as evil and taboo by humans.
However, necromancy has a long history. Although there is no official record, in the phantom of history, necromancy actually has traces of its existence during the Elf Empire period 10,000 years ago.
And even in the 6800-year history of the high elves in Quel'Thalas, Tyrion is not the first undead in the true sense of the high elves. If Tyrion's memory is correct, he should be the second.
.
And the elf mage standing in front of him was the first one who was the instigator.
Ms. Aegwynn looked at the death knight in front of her with a complicated look. The encounter in the Tomb of Sargeras was not friendly. She thought this death knight was a threat, but her precious son believed that Tyrion
can help them.
Mothers are naturally unable to defeat their sons, so Ms. Aegwynn also put away her hostility. She took a step back, pointed at the silent necromancer behind her, and introduced Tyrion:
"This is an old friend of Medivh and I. He is your predecessor. He existed as an undead 2,800 years ago. To this day, his name is..."
"Merry. Winter Wind!"
Tyrion looked at the silent elf mage and said:
"I read his biography, the heroic archmage who went beyond death to fight for Quel'Thalas in the Troll War. Although the details are unclear, at the end of the biography, it did not say that he was dead...
Now it seems that my guess was good, you are indeed still alive."
"Hmm...that makes me curious."
The Necromancer was not surprised when his name was called. He reached out and flipped his hood back, revealing the long silver hair. There was an emotionless light in his eyes, which belonged to the deceased.
With the light, he examined Tyrion in front of him. After a moment, he whispered:
"Has the inheritance of the Dawn Blade finally died? In my time, the Dawn Blade family was a famous mage family. The powerful magical talent hidden in your body was wasted. The last time I heard about the Dawn Blade
The news is that when you joined the Far Travelers, you should have become an excellent mage, but unfortunately you abandoned your innate power..."
Meri Dongfeng's dry voice was full of regret and loss. The past 3,000 years have erased many things. During the time he lived as a cursed dead body, he saw the passing of his friends of the same generation and joined them.
’s funeral, attending the birth ceremony of their descendants, and attending the funerals of those descendants, all of this has worn away his feelings.
However, seeing his former friend's family lose the last inheritance, it still made him a little sad.
This regret made Tyrion shake his head, and he replied:
"The branch of Dawn Blade is still there. If I remember correctly, I also have a cousin, Myra Dawn Blade. He also inherited the bloodline of Dawn Blade, and...who said I wasted myself?
Talent?"
The death knight raised his head, and his icy blue eyes turned as red as blood at this moment. He raised his hand, and blood sprang out from his fingertips, beating wantonly, and finally quickly spinning around his body, like a streak of blood.
Self life and consciousness are like snakes of blood.
"The talents inherited from my fathers have made me who I am. They are an indestructible part of me. Even after death, this power can be used by me!"
This scene made Merry Dongfeng's eyes widen. In the past 2800 years, he had seen many incredible things, but this was the first time he had seen such an evil ability as Tyrion's blood-draining ability.
"Is this a variant of blood-sucking?"
Ms. Aegwin said in surprise:
"I never knew that the mysterious curse of flesh and blood could produce such an ability!"
"This is also the first time I've seen it..."
The figure of Merry Dongfeng appeared beside Tyrion in the flickering of light and shadow. He carefully observed the blood flowing around the death knight in front of him. After a moment, he whispered:
"Although there are records in the classics about the bloodthirsty of some ancient Vrykul people who suffered the curse of flesh and blood, it now seems that the ancient curse of flesh and blood also affected trolls, and the branch of elves that evolved from trolls inherited
This impact has been very small, but now, a clear example appears in front of us... This is really a big discovery!"
He raised his head, looked directly into Tyrion's eyes that had turned ice blue again, and whispered:
"It seems that you have also discovered the stubborn disease hidden deep in the body of the high elves... The dual effects of the curse of flesh and blood and the addiction to magic have made you, Tyrion, you are no longer a pure elf or a dead person, you are a human being.
A monster that has never appeared before.”
"I call myself Sarain, and I'm not a monster!"
Tyrion replied, the name made Merry Dongfeng stunned for a moment, and then he nodded with satisfaction.
"Blood Elf...a very good title!"
"Okay, gentlemen, we can discuss the remaining issues of history later."
The shadow of Medivh interrupted Merry Dongfeng's research desire, and his somewhat distorted voice sounded under the stars: "Mr. Tyrion has come from afar, and his time is tight. It's time for us to get down to business.
"
He stretched out his hand and waved his fingers, and a deep illusion appeared in front of everyone. It was a terrifying scene among the stars. In a completely broken world, on the continents directly suspended in the cold starry sky, densely packed demons were entrenched.
On it, from the lowest imps to the highest abyss lords and fear lords, all kinds of demons are noisy among the stars.
The dark green evil fire burning on their bodies almost ignited the broken world in the void. This was a burning legion, a legion belonging to the devil.
As the perspective of the picture becomes closer, in the center of this broken world, the huge portal that has been erected has not yet been ignited, but just judging from the scale of this portal, once it is ignited, tens of millions of
The devil can pass through it and easily enter a certain unlucky world.
"The demon star Marton, this is the memory I left behind following Sargeras, the end of my wandering in the star realm... I have gained insight into the demons' movements."
Medivh's distorted voice sounded at this moment:
"The demons are forming an army capable of destroying any world. According to the information I have learned, their destination is Azeroth. The orcs are just their pawns to disrupt the world. After the orcs fail, they will
Going into battle shirtless."
This damn news made Nielas, Aegwynn and Merry Winterwind silent at the same time, but Tyrion was indifferent to it. After death, he lacked responsibility for the world. After Medivh's Shadow introduced the situation
, he opened his mouth and said:
"With all due respect, everyone, I think what you are discussing has nothing to do with me. Whether demons want to destroy this world is not decided by us. On another continent, the Kaldorei night elves have already defended themselves against demon attacks.
For ten thousand years, this is something they should worry about."
The death knight's words were somewhat cold and devoid of emotion, but the shadow of Medivh nodded. He looked at Tyrion and said in a deep voice:
"This is something we need to worry about. The human world cannot accept the camp of the dead, so your use is not here. And this time I invite you here because I want you to help us when we are beyond our capabilities."
These words made Tyrion take a step back, and he spread his hands:
"Sorry! But I haven't made up my mind to join your small organization yet. Ms. Aegwynn should know that I am not interested in saving the world."
"The Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras are in your hands! The Deceiver has noticed you! This is no longer the time for you to choose to quit."
The shadow of Medivh emphasized his tone. Behind him, Nielas Elan raised his hand, a ball of anxious magic power beating in his hand. The old mage looked cold. After his precious son finished speaking, he
He coughed slightly:
"You don't really think that we are discussing this matter with you, do you?"
This kind of strength made Ms. Aegwynn subconsciously reach out and grab her husband's arm, but Tyrion's expression didn't change much. He just shrugged:
"Since the Archmage of Elan already knows that the Eye of Sargeras is in my hands, you should also know that I have the ability to defeat the enemy at any moment. Even so, do you still want to force me to join you?"
These unyielding words made the atmosphere of the scene suddenly tense. The Eye of Sargeras, full of destructive power, is like a nuclear weapon in this world. It is extremely dangerous, especially when it is killed by a dead person who lacks emotion and reason.
When you hold it in your hand.
After two minutes of silence, Meri Dongfeng coughed lightly:
"Tyrion, maybe you misunderstood what Ellan meant. He is always used to solving problems in a tough way, and I also believe that you will not reject us so recklessly, although we don't know what your ultimate purpose is.
, but judging from the things you have done recently, we can cooperate."
Medivh's Shadow also spoke:
"No matter what you think in your heart, as long as your actions are consistent with ours, we can be friends!"
This change in attitude made the death knight who was originally planning to retreat hesitate for a moment, his eyes shining with distrust, but in the end, he still said:
"Then let me tell you straight. I won't stay in Azeroth for too long. My destination is Draenor, so no matter what you want to do, you see, I can't help you."
"But you won't be in Draenor forever!"
Lady Aegwynn stood beside her husband and looked at Tyrion:
"I have seen your Death Knights with my own eyes, and you went to great lengths to follow Gul'dan into the Tomb of Sargeras. It is impossible for you to know the secrets of the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras, and yet you
I know... there is ambition hidden in your heart, Tyrion, I can see it at a glance! After your wings are full, you will eventually return to this world! Bring your undead army back with you!"
Regarding this statement, the Death Knight did not deny it, but he also did not admit it. He just shrugged:
"That's in the future. No one knows what the future will be like. Maybe the first time I step into Draenor, I will be torn apart by the violent orcs... This is also a kind of future, isn't it?
"
"It is also the future that you will conquer or destroy the world, but this is not within the scope of our discussion."
The shadow of Medivh shook his head and stopped his mother's hostility towards Tyrion. He looked at the death knight and said in a deep voice:
"Since you are currently unwilling to join, we will not force you to do so, but I hope you can help us... This is something you can definitely do, and for this, I will pay you a salary that satisfies you.
!”
This sentence made the Death Knight raise his eyebrows. Speaking of which, there was indeed one thing in Karazhan that he needed very much, so after a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked at the shadow of Medivh:
"What do you want me to do for you?"
"It's very simple. I need you to save my old friend Anduin Lothar from his cruel fate!"
The Shadow of Medivh whispered:
"Just like what you did in the Tomb of Sargeras, completely change a person's destiny!"
Tyrion raised his brows. He could guess that what Medivh asked must be difficult, but this kind of direct intervention in fate still made him couldn't help but retort:
"This is impossible! As long as I dare to interfere in the duel between Lothar and Orgrim, the nasty bronze dragons will appear immediately and wipe me out! They may even directly alert the Lord of Time...
With all due respect, Mr. Medivh, you are asking me to die!"
"Don't be so hasty to refuse, Mr. Tyrion. You and I both know the truth behind the bronze dragon's so-called guardianship of time... From a long-term perspective, they are poor people who will face the end and destruction sooner or later.
They are making desperate efforts in the face of desperate truth, but they can never see the hope of salvation. They have failed long ago... They cannot control their fate, and they cannot even save themselves."
The shadow of Medivh slowly disappeared in the light of the starry sky. At the moment of disappearing, he blinked at Tyrion:
"So there's no need to be afraid of them, and before you make a decision, why not look at the rewards first?"
Tyrion's brows raised, he was silent for a few minutes, and finally, he nodded.
