The Scepter of Sargeras is a dangerous weapon. Just from its name, it can be seen that for anything related to the Dark Titan, it may not be accurate to describe it as "dangerous".
But to be honest, for the extremely powerful Dark Titan, he may not regard this scepter as a weapon. When he ordered his eredar warlocks to make this weapon for him, he actually just used it as a weapon.
Use it as a convenient portal.
The only time this scepter was used was 828 years ago. The incarnation of Sargeras' soul and power used the unparalleled spatial characteristics of this scepter to forcibly tear apart the barriers of space and appeared in Azeroth.
And through a perfect "performance", his dark soul lurked in the mind of the guardian Aegwynn, and through possession, a trace of his soul became part of the soul of Medivh who was born in the future.
It can be said that the opening of the Dark Portal and the invasion of the Orcs were just a game played by the Dark Titan when he had nothing to do. For him, 800 years was just a blink of an eye.
"The really powerful thing about this scepter is that as long as it can form a stable connection with a certain world, it can easily weaken the integrity of the two worlds, making them easier to collapse!"
Blood mage Severn holds a black scepter in both hands. This thing is decorated with strong Nasrezim-style wings and a purple gem suspended on the top of the staff. It looks corrupt and evil.
It is said that this represents the Dark Titan's conjecture and certain belief in the star soul of Azeroth.
Due to blood-draining, Seven's old skin became much younger. His eyes became more and more red, but the shining light in them became more and more hazy. With the help of Autumn, two Sarain mages removed the Scepter of Sargeras.
It was inserted into a newly carved magic circle.
From here, you can almost see the huge Dark Gate, the dark green, storm-like energy gate, with fully armed orcs walking back and forth from it all the time. That thing is nearly 20 meters high.
15 wide, it is a door connecting two worlds.
This magic circle is a charging magic circle, used to provide energy for the scepter of Sargeras. The inside of this scepter seals portals to countless worlds. It does not need the assistance of a specific space magic circle at all. As long as there is
With enough energy, it can tear apart space, and it is not difficult to create a dark door.
"Preparations are complete, Mr. Tyrion."
Severn asked in the spiritual link: "What should we do now?"
"wait!"
Tyrion replied with a very simple word. He was located on the Burning Plains. Seeing the three-headed bronze dragon with claws and claws getting closer and closer to him, the death knight clenched his fists and whispered:
"Maybe you can bet on it, Mr. Medivh, you can bet on it! Maybe my subordinates won't be able to manipulate it? Maybe they don't know which world the Scepter of Sargeras is linking to... maybe
They and I don’t know the coordinates of the demon star Marton.”
Tyrion's eyes narrowed:
"Maybe they and I don't know where the Burning Legion's base camp is... By the way, what's the name of that base camp world? Argus, right?"
"How do you know that name?"
Medivh's voice became hoarse, and Tyrion shrugged:
"I not only know about Argus, I also know about many doomsday worlds full of demons. Each of them is occupied by a huge number of demons, such as Xonos, such as Lencona, and such as Nathretha.
..Look, we can definitely make a bet and choose one out of five or one out of ten. I think our luck won’t be that bad.”
Medivh did not answer. The death knight glanced at the bronze dragon in the sky, which was less than 1,000 meters away from him. He coughed lightly and comforted:
"Don't be so pessimistic, Mr. Medivh. Maybe we will fail. You see, that ghost place is so close to the Dark Portal. Once it fails, it will undoubtedly be linked to the Dark Portal. At that time, it will be like a super bomb.
..."
"BOOM!"
Tyrion uttered an onomatopoeia and moved his fingers:
"At most, one-third of the continent will be wiped out. This is nothing to the entire world. After all, the remaining continents and countries are enough for you to save... You see, if you think about it on the bright side, the fewer people there are, the better.
The easier it is to save him."
"You wouldn't do that!"
Medivh's voice was extremely dry: "As long as you activate the Scepter of Sargeras, you will be noticed by the Dark Titan..."
"Look at what you said, it makes me laugh! Medivh, I'm almost dead! Do you think I still care about this?"
Tyrion's voice became sinister:
"Do you want me to remind you that you are playing a game you are not good at with a dead madman? Medivh, I have died once and you have died once. Do you think people like us will be afraid of doing it again?
Die?"
"You don't have enough energy to start it!"
Medivh shouted:
"You are just bluffing! Die in the Burning Steppes, Tyrion. Your death will be a good thing for everyone, even for yourself! You have been destroyed by death, from body to soul, you
Has been transformed into a complete monster!"
"Ha! Then let's have some fun!"
The death knight closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on the hilt of the magic sword behind his back. In the sky in front of him, the yellow light curtain around the three bronze dragons was beating, like some kind of summoning magic.
In a second, three more bronze dragons appeared next to them, and they looked almost exactly like them.
The reason why bronze dragons are terrifying is that these freaks who have the power of time can summon their past and future selves to help fight. Even if you kill them at this point in time, they can continue to live in the past time.
.Unless you destroy the entire huge timeline network, it is impossible to truly kill a bronze dragon.
They are almost immortal!
"Seven! Activate it! Let's try our luck!"
The two blood mages near the Dark Portal looked at each other. Autumn carefully took out a delicate wooden box from the ring of sight. At the same time that the wooden box was opened, the six heads above Tyrion's head appeared.
The bronze dragons all sprayed out the breath of time like yellow quicksand towards the death knight.
Any material that comes into contact with this dragon's breath, even masonry and gravel, will be weathered at a speed hundreds of times its own flow rate.
Time... is a poison!
"You are really well prepared to charge with the Eye of Sargeras, Tyrion! I... really underestimated you!"
"Shua"
In Medivh's deep voice, the breath of time that was about to contaminate Tyrion's body quickly returned to the mouths of the six bronze dragons in a gesture of turning back time. The death knight stood there, as if watching
Watching a movie played backwards.
At that time, the light dragon quickly retreated and disappeared into the time vortex when they came. Soon, even the three counterclockwise rotating time vortexes disappeared.
However, this time reversal was for the bronze dragon, and the other scenes did not change. This scene made Tyrion clench his fists, and he felt a familiar flavor from this weird event.
"Directly interfering with the timeline? I remember that you are not good at time magic. Medivh, what did you use to do this?"
The death knight who had escaped from death sat down on the ground. Although the body of the dead would not feel tired, the experience of life and death is a great match for the soul. If he could still breathe, he would probably be dead at this time.
In a state of panting.
Faced with Tyrion's question, Medivh just replied calmly:
"There are many secrets in this world that have not yet been discovered. There are some places that are not affected by the timeline...Give me the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras, and you can go to Draenor.
!”
"As long as I am here, you will never come back!"
"Then you may have to work hard to live a little longer, Medivh."
Tyrion shrugged, gave instructions to his companions in the spiritual link, and then said to Medivh:
"When we pass through the Dark Portal, the scepter will naturally be handed over to you! But I still have use for the Eye of Sargeras..."
"You must give me both!"
Medivh refused to give in, and the death knight, who remounted his horse, snorted:
"I'm warning you, Mr. Medivh, if you challenge my bottom line again, you won't be able to get anything! Think about the distance between my subordinates and the Dark Portal. You can't catch them even with teleportation. It's a big deal for me.
If I die here, they will continue to advance my plan in another world, and it may become even crazier. Is this really the ending you want?"
"You are an excellent mage. I think you should understand the meaning of the word "temperance." Handing the scepter to you is already a great kindness on my part, especially when you almost killed me. You
The lion opens his mouth like this, Medivh, don't you feel ashamed?"
Medivh's voice sounded again after a long time:
"Take care of yourself, Tyrion."
The mage's voice disappeared completely, and the death knight's eyes suddenly jumped. If he still had the ability to sweat, his shirt would be soaked by now.
If Medivh could be more ruthless, Tyrion would definitely die today... He does know the names of the worlds occupied by demons, and has been to those worlds, but... he is not a mage proficient in arcane magic.
The locations of those worlds cannot be described with precise void coordinates, which means that the series of threats just now are all just bluffs.
Thank God, Medivh is not a real prophet. His predictions about the future are all based on the future fragments of Karazhan. If he were facing Velen, the prophet of the Draenei, Tyrion would never use this.
It's a bluffing method, but with Velen's character, it is estimated that the death knight will not encounter such unplanned risks.
"Grokush, are you okay?"
Tyrion asked in a low voice, and a moment later, the angry voice of the orc death knight came:
"Aegwynn and her concubine imprisoned me! Damn it! That necromancer almost killed me, what happened?"
"It's just a matter of seeking skin from a tiger, and everyone will be safe and sound."
Tyrion pulled the reins of the horse and advanced rapidly in the darkness. He said in a deep voice:
"Go to the Dark Portal, Grokush, I will rush there as quickly as possible!"
An hour later, at the entrance to the road leaving the Burning Plains, Tyrion stopped the reins of his horse. On the mountain road in front of him, some uninvited and fully armed "guests" blocked the front of his horse.
They were a dozen dark guys, and their outlines could barely be seen in the darkness. Only their dark red eyes, their weird heights, and their arrogant and rough roars could be seen.
"Dark Iron Dwarves?"
Tyrion was stunned for a moment. He looked at these short men with bulging muscles. He asked in a hoarse voice:
"You are blocking my way because you want to experience the feeling of death?"
As he spoke, Tyrion held his fingers on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and as he watched the swords tense, a black iron dwarf in robes stepped forward. He stretched out his hands and shook them, using an ugly broken gong in the darkness.
The voice shouted:
"Wait! Death Knight! We are not here to fight you! We are from the Thorium Brotherhood, a group of peace-loving Dark Iron Dwarves! My name is Hansel. Heavy Fist, and we need what you have in your hands very, very much.
thing!"
"Ha! Peace-loving?"
The death knight almost laughed. His ice-blue eyes rolled. After a moment, he pulled the reins of his horse and said in a deep voice:
"It's almost laughable that the word is associated with the Dark Iron Dwarves, and the Thorium Brotherhood... if I remember correctly, is an organization that betrays the race, let's be honest, peaceful Mr. Hansel
