Medivh has a title called Prophet, which is a bad title for a bad guy.
Throughout the ages, anyone who calls himself a prophet will claim to have the ability to see through fate. However, the difference between Medivh and the remaining 99% of fakes is that he can really see through the future.
When Ms. Aegwynn was building Karazhan hundreds of years ago, she chose the Deadwind Path not because of her mood, but because it was an important magic node in the southern part of the continent, and the time and space here was very unstable, making it very convenient for her to do some dangerous things.
test.
And after Medivh was born, grew up, and inherited the mage Takarazhan, the Lord of the Legion hidden in his soul would also use the huge magic power of Karazhan to contact his army of demons far away in the depths of the universe. This intertwining of forces,
This gave Karazhan some weird changes.
In this mysterious mage tower, there will occasionally be some weird lights and shadows produced by the collapse of time and space, which are fragments of the past and future of history. When you are lucky enough, in those lights and shadows, you can even see the
own future.
In other words, the powerful Medivh himself has no prophetic ability, but when he was in Karazhan, he became one of the strongest prophets in Azeroth. This situation will continue until ten
A few years later, Velen, the prophet of the Draenei, entered the world, and Velen was a man of god who could see the future with his eyes...
It is worth mentioning that the Prophet Velen is also the longest-living person in mortal life so far. He has lived for a full 25,000 years...
"Give me the key!"
Ms. Aegwynn shot at Tyrion indifferently, and she looked at the death knight in front of her sternly:
"Khadgar gave you the key to the tomb, right?"
Tyrion silently handed the crystal that he was carrying instantly to the female mage, who held it in her hand. In the corner of the dark upwind path, she stretched out her hand and inlaid the irregular purple crystal into the
He looked at the iron door of the dark cellar in front of him. Accompanied by strange chanting sounds, the heavy iron door opened in response.
"Medivh made a mistake when he gave the key to Khadgar."
As Aegwynn walked into the darkness, he said: "That apprentice is not a reassuring character. He is too young, and his eyes are blocked by justice and light. He cannot see the rule of the six-member council of Dalaran.
Dark and dirty."
"But Medivh still chose him, which shows that Khadgar himself has qualities that are reassuring."
Tyrion followed Ms. Aegwynn into the spiraling cellar. He looked at the dark and mysterious reliefs around him and said softly:
"Speaking of which, now that Mr. Medivh's soul is free, don't you plan to resurrect your son? With the help of Mr. Nielas and the huge magic power contained in Karazhan, I don't think this is difficult.
thing."
"What do you, a dead man, know?"
Ms. Aegwynn replied coldly: "Don't speculate on a mage's thoughts. This is a dangerous thing!"
In response to this indifference, Tyrion responded with silence, but just as the two walked into the depths of the tomb, Ms. Aegwynn suddenly sighed, and her expression became sad.
"Medivh didn't know that after his death, Nielas and I collected his bones. I was standing next to my son at that time, watching my blood-connected relatives lying coldly in the sarcophagus.
In my long life, I have never been so desperate. At the moment of his death, I suddenly realized that Medivh was not my chosen successor, he was not a guardian... he was my son!
"
"My blood is flowing on him, he is my real treasure, and I...In the past nearly a thousand years, I have been ignoring this. The powerful power of the guardian blinded my eyes until he died.
At that moment, the sword pierced his body and my heart... My son, I should have protected him. Compared with Nielas, I am such an unqualified mother...
"
At this moment, Ms. Aegwynn was as fragile as an ordinary mother who had lost her son. The sadness made Tyrion extremely silent. In Aegwynn, he saw the figure of his adoptive mother, General Lyresa.
"You ask me why I didn't resurrect Medivh?"
Ms. Aegwynn snapped her fingers, and the light in the tomb lit up at this moment. Her figure continued to move forward, but she looked so desolate.
"It's very simple. I don't want to resurrect him, because both Nielas and I know that the child is filled with regret for the world and his best friends. Once he is resurrected, he will do whatever it takes to atone for his sins, even if it's
He was willing to sacrifice himself completely, but he did not think of his poor parents."
The lady took a deep breath:
"Nielas and I never care whether he becomes a hero or a bloody butcher. The life and death of this world, why should I sacrifice my son at the cost? We just want Medivh to live! That's all!"
"But you can't stop him."
Tyrion shook his head: "As long as a mage like Medivh is willing, you can't stop him from sacrificing himself."
"That's why I ask you to save Lothar!"
Ms. Aegwynn reached out and opened a door that looked dusty for a long time. Crazy dust surged out from it, and several figures walked out of the darkness.
The lady took a step back and stood behind Tyrion. She whispered:
"Whatever he wants to do, there are heroes who will help him do it! As long as I am alive for a day, no one can take away my son again..."
"Kill them, Tyrion! What you want is in this storeroom!"
As soon as Aegwynn finished speaking, Tyrion pulled out the scabbards of two long swords filled with endless cold air. In front of him, there were three knights wearing black armor and covered with dark power. Their limbs were weird.
Twisted, they don't look like living people, but they are definitely not death knights. There is a larger dark force supporting their actions.
But this is not a blessing, it is a curse!
"Bang bang"
The impact of weapons sounded in the light and shadow. Tyrion knocked away the heavy sword of the first knight who rushed over. He turned sideways and pierced the long sword into his body. The harsh death energy instantly roughened the martial arts.
The knight was frozen, he stretched out his hand, dark red death energy wrapped around his palm, and then pressed hard against the second knight's chest.
The corrosive energy corroded the solid black armor and the flesh inside to create a large pit of flesh and blood.
Tyrion's long sword was blocked by the third knight's shield. He threw away the long sword and pulled out the heavy sword from behind with his backhand. The seven runes on the sword were beating. Amid the surge of dark power, this heavy
The sharp heavy sword was like a guillotine, cutting off the heads of the two black-armored knights in front of them.
"bass"
The heavy sword pierced the headless corpses of the two knights and nailed them to the wall.
Tyrion took a step back and shook off the rancid blood on his gauntlets. He looked at the frost-frozen battlefield in front of him. In less than 2 minutes, the battle had been completely resolved.
"Papa pa pa"
Behind him, Lady Aegwynn clapped her hands, her tired eyes shining with undisguised admiration.
"As expected, you are a killer dominated by death. This crisp and clean battle reminds me of those brave Arathor sword knights before they were divided... It seems that you have completely adapted to this terrifying way of killing.
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"That's nothing to admire, ma'am."
Tyrion moved his fingers and said softly:
"It's just killing people."
"Having said that, not everyone can defeat these cursed knights so easily."
Aegwynn didn't even look at the blood on the ground. She stepped into the storage room in front of her and said:
"These poor people were originally just a group of cunning businessmen. They arrogantly and boldly used fake products to pretend to be artifacts in an attempt to deceive my son. Unfortunately, when they met Medivh, he happened to be dominated by Sargeras. The dark soul felt that he
Humiliated, he cast a curse and asked these self-destructive businessmen to find the real artifact for him."
"Their souls have been sucked into the Shadow Realm, and their bodies are somewhere between half-life and half-death. They will never really die. They are searching in vain for artifacts in the world to lift this curse. Unfortunately, they will never have a chance to be free.
Sargeras has probably forgotten this little thing...but no one in this world can remove the curse he casually cast."
There was a hint of hidden fear in Ms. Mage's voice:
"That kind of power is not something that this world can resist. Tyrion, people in this world don't know what they are facing at all, but those of us who know the truth do nothing but despair.
No."
Tyrion did not answer. He walked into the darkness, with various belongings placed around him, from the most common gold coins to the most beautiful and shocking gems. These priceless treasures were thrown away like garbage.
In this cellar, these were all plundered by the black knights. They wanted to seek freedom in this way, but unfortunately, they got nothing but despair.
"Fu"
Aegwynn leaned down and blew away the dust on a long box placed on the stone platform. She took a step back and made a "please" gesture to Tyrion.
"Let's see your reward. You asked for the key from Khadgar for it, right?"
She looked into the death knight's eyes and asked softly:
"Medivh is not curious about your speculations about fate, but I am curious, Tyrion. When you were alive, you were just an ordinary ranger, but after your death, why did you suddenly become an omniscient person?
?What kind of gift has death brought to you? What impact will such a terrifying gift have on the world?"
"Bang"
Tyrion pressed his fingers on the wooden box in front of him. He turned to look at Ms. Aegwynn, who stood in a ray of light in the cellar, looking mysterious and powerful. The death knight stood in the darkness, his cold face
He showed a playful smile.
"You call it a 'gift'?"
"You think my death is a gift? No... Madam, death allows me to have a glimpse of my destiny, the destiny of this world, and even your destiny... But it is not a gift, if you can!
"
Tyrion's eyes blinked:
"If possible, I would rather be an ordinary elf ranger and spend my long 3,000 years of life peacefully with my lover... But you see, fate is a trick, it always likes to destroy people in this way.
everything."
"But now that it has done this, if I don't respond, if I don't rush up to it, grab its neck and slap it twice, wouldn't it make me look like a coward?"
He stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden box in front of him, revealing the weapon inside. It was a two-handed heavy sword. Weird runes were engraved on both sides of the sword. Its sharp blade protruded outwards. With just a slight movement,
A single stroke can tear the neck, and the hilt of the sword is decorated with a strange skull. It does not look like a mortal skull. Its two curved corners form the guard of the heavy sword.
In the eye socket of the skull, a dim light was beating, as if the sharp blade was sleeping.
"Won't you introduce it to me? Ms. Aegwynn..."
Hearing Tyrion's request, Aegwin wanted to refuse, but thinking of the dark power contained in the weapon that almost killed her, she was a little afraid of whether Tyrion could control it, so after a moment, she spoke
The story about this sword.
"It's called Apocalypse... It's an evil weapon forged by the Nasrezim demon. It was once held by a fear devil named Cassanatir. Thousands of years ago, human mages tried to do whatever they wanted.
During the experiment of dangerous magic, this weapon and its evil master were summoned, and the Dreadlord used it to unleash a plague on Dalaran, nearly destroying the magical city."
"The guardian at that time was Alodi, my senior, a powerful and wise mage. He laid a trap. On the eve of Dalaran's destruction, he defeated the Dread Lord and captured
Got this magic sword."
Aegwynn watched Tyrion take out the magic sword from the velvet box. She subconsciously took a step back. Seeing that Tyrion did not activate the dark power of the magic sword, she breathed a sigh of relief and spoke.
The story behind this sword.
"Alodi held Apocalypse, and the dark will in his heart was awakened. Those weird and cruel thoughts appeared in his mind. The tired guardian almost lost his will and slashed at his companions with his sword, but in the end he
Relying on himself to break free, he felt the terrifying power of this magic sword, and he strongly demanded that the sword be destroyed..."
"But just like the beginning of all nightmares, this sword was not destroyed. The short-sighted mages of the Council of Tirisfal wanted to study it to gain more power... They sealed it, and this sword was unwilling to do so.
When the lonely magic sword appears again..."
Aegwynn sighed, seeming to recall a dark story that he didn't want to recall:
"When it appeared again, it was used by those dirty mages of the Tirisfal Council against me...and I was only a little bit close to dying under this magic sword."
