The moment the Eye of Sargeras was activated, the ruins of Auchindoun Necropolis seemed to have been ravaged and destroyed again by invisible hands falling from the sky. The moment the dark green evil energy rays that destroyed the world flew out, they stood tall on the ground.
The three-story ruins completely collapsed, and even the ground of the dead Bone Wilderness had ferocious cracks, surging out in all directions from Auchindoun as the starting point.
The 20 mana valves set up by the blood mage were overloaded in an instant, and the violent magic power tore apart the complicated magic circle on the platform, forming a magic vortex that destroyed everything at the moment of loss of control, like the most dangerous magic in space magic.
In the same way, the black hole formed by the shattered space tore apart everything around it.
Although the magical whirlpool like rootless water quickly dissipated, amidst the smoke and dust that filled the sky, the remaining buildings on the ground in Auchindoun had been completely wiped out.
Seen from the sky, Auchinton Necropolis looks like a tragic earthquake has occurred. This iconic building that originally stood on the Bone Wilderness has turned into a pit sunken into the ground in the magic explosion.
The buildings built by the Dark Blade Knights on the ground were also destroyed as if they had been hit by a typhoon. Even the most important tombs were located underground, and the military forces here had been evacuated in advance.
"Pa"
In the ruins, a thick stone slab was blasted away by arcane arrows. Amidst the flying bricks, the embarrassed blood mage stood up from the ruins. He had long lost his elegance and calmness, and his whole body was covered with dirt.
The dust was all over the place, and his well-combed long hair was as messy as a chicken coop. His eyes were dull as he looked at everything destroyed around him. Only then did he have a new idea of the destructive power of the Eye of Sargeras.
understanding.
The blood mage bent down with difficulty. His left arm had been crushed in the previous burst of magic. He used his remaining right hand to pick up the dark green gem in the dust under his feet. Except that the color became darker, it
It looks no different than before.
Seven took a step forward, wielded his magic power, and opened up the ground covered by broken bricks and stones. The bodies of the five blood servants he carefully selected twisted and fell in the ruins. The manic magic explosion had already made them
It completely lost its vitality, and the blood spattered in the explosion was scattered everywhere, making it look extremely miserable.
The ruins of Auchindoun, which are the carriers of the magic burst, have been razed to the ground. You can imagine how powerful the evil light just shot was, and this only used the energy stored inside the Eye of Sargeras.
A quarter of the magic.
"Tyrion said you could destroy an entire continent. I once doubted whether you had this ability."
Seven put the Eye of Sargeras in front of him. In the desolate ruins, he stared at the seemingly harmless gem in front of him. A trace of fear flashed in the blood mage's eyes:
"Now, I believe it..."
A gust of wind containing magic blew up the dust in the ruins. The blood mage turned his head and looked in the direction of Gorgrond. He murmured to himself:
"How miserable the enemy hit by this attack must be."
As he spoke, the blood mage turned back and looked at the completely covered land of Auchindoun Necropolis, with a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes.
"Look at this mess, I have to clean it up again."
"Everyone! Everyone within earshot! Come back... The Black Temple... is under attack!"
"It's a bronze dragon!"
Luminas' voice with a hint of panic suddenly sounded in the heart of the blood mage. Severn turned around suddenly. The next moment, the light of teleportation shrouded his body, and the blood mage's figure was also in the ruins.
The center suddenly disappears.
The warning voice also sounded in Tyrion's mind. His eyes suddenly changed. The archmage in his hands was thrown to the ground. Khadgar recovered from suffocation and breathed heavily.
He was breathing in the air, but in the next second, Apocalypse's cold sword was pressed against the Archmage's neck.
"Have you cooperated with the Bronze Dragon?"
Tyrion stared at the Archmage at his feet and asked sternly:
"You idiot! What on earth are you going to do?"
Hearing with his own ears that Tyrion planned to throw the crazy Deathwing back to Azeroth, the Archmage who could not stop him simply gave up. He got up from the ground, supported his body with the Staff of the Guardian, and did not hesitate.
Looking at the death knight in front of him in fear, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered:
"I originally didn't plan to cooperate with that weird bronze dragon, but she convinced me, and it turns out that she may be right. Tyrion Blade of Dawn, your existence will be a great help to Azeroth.
threaten!"
"Can this cliche convince you? I thought mages were wise and didn't believe in the existence of fate. I didn't expect you to be so easy to deceive."
Tyrion's hand holding the sword hilt shook, and the sharp machete-like blade scratched the archmage's neck. A trace of ridicule flashed across the death knight's face:
"I guess, she must have told you that she will bring the destiny that I changed back to its proper track. Maybe she will also reveal some future information to you in order to gain your trust. Let me guess again.
, you told her the date of our operation and asked her to break into my fortress when the Dark Temple was most empty..."
"She wants to free Ner'zhul and let him complete his unfinished mission, right?"
"you!"
Khadgar's eyes changed. Obviously, the death knight guessed it correctly. Tyrion shook his head, withdrew the magic sword with his backhand, and inserted it back into the scabbard behind his back. He moved his fingers and looked in front of him.
The Archmage:
"I guess that Miss Bronze Dragon may not have told you what her so-called predetermined destiny is... Do you want to know what the ending of Delano would be like without my intervention?"
"Come on, follow me, Khadgar, and see with your own eyes what your "new friend" will do to the world!"
The death knight turned to the crow god Anzu and said:
"You are coming with us, Mr. Anzu. Since Miss Bronze Dragon has stepped into the trap, there is no need for us to bring Deathwing back to Azeroth. I have a better place for it."
After Tyrion took a few steps, Khadgar, who finally came to his senses, shouted behind him:
"You! You knew this was going to happen?"
"Look at what you said, Mr. Archmage, who can truly predict the future? No one can do it."
Tyrion looked back at Khadgar, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes:
"But you don't really think that I spent more than a year in Draenor just fighting with the avengers, right? The naive bronze dragon lady thought she could change the future of this world, but to be honest, in addition to helping me solve a hot problem
Apart from potatoes, I don’t think she can do anything.”
A strange smile flashed at the corner of the death knight's mouth:
"Throwing Ner'zhul in the Black Temple was an assembled trap. I have been waiting for it to be activated. I have been waiting for almost a year and I can hardly wait any longer. But now it seems that the lucky guy has finally appeared.
!”
Looking at Tyrion's smile, Khadgar felt chills all over him at this moment. He suddenly realized that in this world where the undead had an absolute advantage, playing tricks with Tyrion seemed to be a stupid choice.
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Back in time a week ago, after the meeting in Shattrath City, Khadgar walked into the End of the World Tavern and saw the owner of the mysterious magical letter in his hand.
The high elf who called himself Sephiel sat opposite him. With the knowledge of the archmage, he quickly judged that the high elf in front of him with a pair of blue eyes and wearing a long skirt was not a real elf.
Hidden beneath this graceful body is a powerful intelligent creature.
"I heard that you and Tyrion have reached some agreement?"
Sephiel drank a glass of wine and looked at the Archmage in front of her with her blue eyes. A trace of ridicule flashed across her beautiful face:
"Stupid choice! You have torn your future into pieces with your own hands."
"What's the meaning?"
Khadgar took a sip of the fruit wine from Shattrath City, and stared at the mysterious high elf opposite. The latter stretched out his fingers, propped his chin, and looked at him with an all-seeing gaze:
"Khadgar, the commander of the Sons of Lothar and the disciple of the last Guardian, do you know? At some point in the future, you will truly inherit Medivh's power and responsibility and become the last Guardian in the true sense.
, and you will lead the most powerful force in Azeroth to save that world from disaster... You are destined to become a hero."
"pity..."
Sephiel lengthened his voice, played with the wine glass in his hand, and said in a regretful tone:
"It's a pity that you have ruined this bright future with your own hands."
"So, who are you?"
Khadgar asked again: "If you really know me so well, you should know that I don't like to talk too much with strangers! Especially a guy who doesn't want to reveal his identity and likes to play tricks!"
The Archmage's pungent retort did not make Sephiel angry. Miss Bronze Dragon said to Khadgar in a tone of sharing a secret:
"Okay, you are so boring. I am a bronze dragon. It is my responsibility to protect this timeline and the established future. And most importantly, I can help you! If you still don't believe it, let me tell you another secret.
Bar!"
"Your companion, the bright and holy knight Turalyon, died two years ago! He died in the Burning Plains. In the last battle between you and the orcs, Tyrion broke his neck with his own hands.
He used that abominable magic sword to suck away his soul... Do you know who saved him?"
Sephiel stared at the Archmage closely. At the tip of her finger, a flash of yellow light shone. The surrounding environment changed rapidly. Under Khadgar's stunned gaze, except for the two of them, the other drinkers looked like
After experiencing the disaster of time rapidly moving forward, they turned into pale skeletons, and in the next moment, as the timeline flowed, they returned to their previous appearance.
Although Khadgar is not good at time magic, he can tell that this change is definitely not an illusion... This is true. The woman in front of him can control time!
Seeing Khadgar's horror, Sephiel showed a satisfied smile. She tapped the wine glass, and the dry wine filled up again. Then she whispered:
"I retrieved Turalyon from another abandoned timeline. The living body of your companion is a soul from another timeline! Mathias Shore from MI7 in Stormwind City also
Same thing, I rescued them, but you never said thank you to me, which is really sad."
"That's why Turalyon often had headaches and occasionally lost control of his body... He said he had forgotten many things. I thought it was the sequelae of the war."
The Archmage already believed it in his heart. He clenched his fists and stared at Sephiel in front of him. He asked in a deep voice:
"Last question, why did you save them and why did you come to find me?"
"For what else?"
Sephiel smashed the wine glass on the table and said angrily:
"Of course it is to restore the original direction of the timeline. Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn is a monster that should not appear!"
"His appearance made the future of Azeroth blurry. The worst thing is that I discovered it too late. His existence has been closely linked to the timeline of Azeroth. In order to restore the timeline
, I must be in this world! I must eradicate him and his bastards from Draenor!"
She looked at Khadgar:
"Turalyon, Shore, Alleria, and you, Khadgar, you are all indispensable and important parts of the future history. The absence of any one of you will lead to changes in the future, and changes will
A disaster was born, so you must help me! Listen to me, I don’t need you to fight Tyrion, I just need you to tell me the agreement between you, no matter what you are going to do, inform me in advance.”
Sephiel clenched her fists, and a trace of confidence flashed in her eyes:
"I have found an important figure in the history of Draenor, the location of Ner'zhul, the third chief of the orcs. As long as I can give him freedom and help him complete what he has not completed, the world will return to its destiny.
destiny!"
"Believe me, by that time, no matter what Tyrion plans in this world, he will only end up with nothing! At that time, I will give him the punishment he deserves!"
"Khadgar, help me, this is also to save yourself and your friends, and even our world... We will win, believe me, time is on our side!"
