Chromie is also a bronze dragon. In the game Tyrion was once so addicted to, this weird bronze dragon would always meet players in the image of a dwarf priest. He was not as aloof as other dragons. Occasionally
She will also ask players for help when she encounters trouble, making her almost the plenipotentiary representative of the bronze dragon force.
But the real world is not as simple as a game, and Tyrion's choice of Chromie is not just a matter of luck.
Among all the bronze dragons Tyrion has come into contact with, only Chromie will allow players to change the plot, and she will even induce players to do so. Although it is reflected in the game, it is just one cold mission after another, but here
This is the real world. The more Tyrion understands this world, the more he feels that the "fun" things that Chromie once did are definitely not just happiness from the heart.
The bronze dragon Crodom is trying to change history through a clumsy game... There is no doubt about this.
"Are you familiar with that Chromie?"
After finishing questioning Sephiel, Khadgar followed Tyrion in the passage of the Black Temple. The Archmage asked in a low voice:
"Why do you know so much about dragons? Is the court of Quel'Thalas so rich in books?"
"I've never met Chromie, but trust me, Archmage."
Tyrion said without looking back:
"If the manager of this timeline we are in is Ms. Chromie, why would I need to go to a ghost place like the Outland to accumulate strength? If it is really Chromie who manages this place, maybe she even
Will take the initiative to help me establish a death army in Azeroth...I can only say that I am not lucky enough, and Ms. Sephiel is too stubborn and naive."
"What is going on in the world managed by bronze dragons?"
A trace of doubt and curiosity flashed in the Archmage's eyes, and he asked: "When I was studying with my mentor in Karazhan, I once heard my mentor say that the world in the eyes of bronze dragons is infinite, and they regard the world as infinite possibilities.
And you are constantly trying new possibilities, right?"
"There is generally nothing wrong with this statement."
The death knight replied coldly:
"The power that the Bronze Dragon has is time. At an important historical node, after interference from many factors, important historical figures will make completely different decisions, and the fate of the world will be divided into two.
Countless completely different timelines will be born from this endless choice, and the future of the world in each timeline will be different."
"The bronze dragons are responsible for managing them and correcting the errors that occasionally occur on the timeline. This sounds wonderful, but it is a pity that now, tens of millions of years later, the diversity of the timeline has long been gone. You also heard
According to Sephiel, all existing timeline worlds are following the future chosen by Nozdormu, the Lord of Time... Believe me, you don’t want to see that future."
This answer made Khadgar frown:
"Why did the Lord of Time do this?"
Tyrion stopped and looked back at Khadgar. The light in his eyes looked very strange:
"Quite simply, he's crazy!"
"What?"
"Don't be so surprised, Khadgar. Not just Nozdormu, all the bronze dragons will go crazy in the future, because they will eventually see that hopeless ending. Even Sephiel, this poor little girl, will go crazy."
There’s no way to escape that kind of nightmare... Do you really think I’m playing hard-to-get?”
The death knight stretched out his finger and waved it in the air:
"No, I'm saving her! If she's smart enough, she'll end up on my side."
"Bang"
As he spoke, Tyrion pushed open the closed door in front of him, and what he saw was a brightly lit hall. Countless crystal lamps left by the draenei were dotted in every corner of the hall, and the blood mage
Severn was busy in the hall, preparing for the ceremony that was about to begin.
The death knight turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the archmage behind him.
"It's time to hit the road, my friend Khadgar."
He raised his head and looked at the hesitation in the Archmage's eyes. Tyrion lowered his voice and said softly:
"Life is bright and beautiful, but it also traps everyone. Since you have chosen to walk with us, what you need is no longer to cherish life, but to be completely free. Only by getting rid of the inherent weaknesses of life can you take over
The torch in our hands..."
"Does it have to be like this?"
Khadgar swallowed. Although he had made up his mind, when it came time to make a decision, everyone would hesitate. After all, it was not as simple as choosing tonight's dinner. It was the difference between life and death... This
It's the hardest choice.
He looked at Tyrion, the Archmage waved his hands and said:
"I mean, I can join you with my life, and maybe I don't need to go through such a harsh decision. I still want to breathe the beautiful air, drink strong wine, and kiss my lover...Okay, I admit that I regret it,
When I really stand in front of this threshold, I don't want to die. I haven't been in love yet, I haven't left blood for my family, I haven't expressed my feelings to the person I like... In short, my
It means..."
Khadgar's tone became sincere:
"I still have a lot of unfinished business, and I can't just die here."
Faced with this sudden cowardice, Tyrion was not angry. He just took a step back, looked at Khadgar in front of him, and said softly:
"The choice between life and death is the most difficult. I can understand that no one is willing to give up living life if possible, but Khadgar, as the dead, we cannot trust the living. The contradiction between the two sides is not a common idea.
What makes up for it, if you really want to do something, you have to make sacrifices...understand?"
"Sacrifice, the foundation of victory is based on sacrifice. This is a true motto!"
Tyrion coughed slightly, looked into Khadgar's blue eyes, pondered for a moment, and said:
"But if this is your choice, I will accept it and let this ceremony be postponed for a while. I believe that you will eventually understand the meaning of sacrifice... and by that time, I will welcome you with open arms.
.”
The death knight waved his finger, and the blood mage Severn, who had already arranged the ceremony, showed a trace of ridicule on his face, and then quietly retreated into the darkness. When Tyrion turned to leave, Khadgar suddenly asked again
:
"You shouldn't be such a generous person. What I mean is...as the great lord of the Dark Blade Knights, you should have behaved more domineeringly."
"So you're wondering why I'm so generous to you?"
Tyrion turned around, a trace of peace flashed in his ice-blue eyes, and he whispered:
"Sephiel's prediction about your future is right. I have seen that scene. You will become a real hero in the future... Do you understand? There are many people in this world who are boastful, and they will express their bravery impassionedly.
Fearless, but when faced with the real choice between life and sacrifice, few people can stand up... You deserve to be spared, Khadgar."
"Akama will prepare a comfortable residence for you, and all the magic books in the Dark Temple are open to you. If you don't like staying with the dead, you can go to Shattrath to relax, but don't forget to be prepared
Get ready, Archmage...the devil is coming."
"A cruel war you have never seen before is about to begin."
Tyrion walked around the corner of the Dark Temple. When he stepped onto the upper stairs, his steps hesitated and became softer. After passing through the hall covered with red gauze, he appeared above the Dark Temple.
garden area.
This was originally where Luminas lived. The death knight who looked most like a living person planted many exquisite plants from the world of Draenor here. Even during the time when she was stationed in Hellfire Peninsula, there were also Broken Ones here.
Carefully taken care of, Tyrion rarely comes here. This is a manor-like place, which is really not suitable for a dead person like him.
But now, this small garden has a new owner.
Tyrion stood behind the lush green vines, silently watching Alleria watering the plants. She was wearing a simple robe, and while she was stooping and walking, her dark golden hair was dancing in the air, and
The pale sunlight of Hellfire Peninsula shone on her body, shining with a halo.
It looks very much like the Windwander Village in Quel'Thalas, and very much like the most perfect image of a woman in Tyrion's heart.
The corners of the Death Knight's mouth, which stood like a sculpture, curved upward, and there was a rare tenderness in his ice-blue eyes. It was the deepest emotion hidden in his heart, but there was also a trace of worry in his eyes.
Sarain's desire for blood is extremely terrifying. It is an instinct engraved in the bone marrow. Whether it is Nasa, her watchers, or the two blood mages, they were all determined people, but now, they have
Immersed in the desire for blood, although they can still maintain their previous emotions in normal times, once they enter a fighting state, these Sarain and blood servants will become extremely manic. They are immersed in the pleasure of drawing blood and cannot extricate themselves.
Blood makes them stronger, but blood also destroys them.
Tyrion injected all the blood of Sarlayin in his body into Alleria's body, which could minimize the impact on her, but the desire to drink blood would one day burst out.
By that time, can Alleria still be able to survive?
He didn't want to see his lover turn into a blood-hungry monster, but after overcoming death, there was always something left behind... That was a difficulty Alleria had to go through, and no one could help her.
"Why did you choose to stand there and watch instead of coming to help me?"
The hoarse voice interrupted Tyrion's thinking. When he came back to his senses, he saw Alleria standing in the sunshine with her hands on her hips, looking at him dissatisfied:
"The garden Lumi left behind is too big. I can't manage it by myself. I need help! Now... Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn, I order you to come and help me!"
"All right."
The death knight shrugged, took off his cold gauntlets, put them aside, walked to the green garden, picked up another kettle, and the moment he approached, Alleria gently came from behind.
hugged him.
"You are such a cruel man. You were not so silent before. Now there are only two of us. Don't you have nothing to say to me?"
Tyrion's lips moved, and after several seconds, he spoke. His voice was dry and low, like dry wood. He said in a voice that only two people could hear:
"Sometimes, I secretly hope that I am still alive...still living in Quel'Thalas, in Windwalk Village, and be a low-level ranger who will never do anything great in my life, whether it is poverty or humbleness, as long as
With you by my side, I can persevere in those days, forget my incompatibility with this world, and forget those absurd memories that should have been forgotten long ago."
"I was not prepared, Alleria, whether it was the sudden death, or after being awakened, witnessing the death of her mother, and starting to fight back... or even killing Gul'dan in the center of the world, I was not prepared
...It pushed me down this road, and I couldn't see the light ahead of this road."
"But actually I'm still the same as before, I haven't changed much..."
The death knight turned around, opened his hands, and hugged the lady in his arms tightly. The latter rubbed against his chest like a kitten. The sun shone on the two dead people, and the pale halo seemed to dispel each other's emotions.
Cold, he whispered:
"As long as you are by my side, no matter what kind of day it is, I can persevere."
"Don't leave me again..."
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Every day, hundreds of meteors hit the dilapidated ground of Argus. This world, which was originally as vast as Azeroth, has long since died. More than 70% of the continent has fallen apart in the raging evil energy.
The last three pieces of land remain in the terrible environment of Argus.
The Eredar people in this world have been infected by evil energy and have become violent and powerful. Their bodies filled with evil energy make them long for destruction and war. They will choose to fight back and fight mercilessly against anything that does not surrender.
destroy.
But now, the Eredar people have a new problem.
"boom"
The five evil warships passing by from the sky hit the ground of Krokuun with scorching meteor-like attacks, causing the broken ground to sway and tremble, as if it was about to burst apart in the next moment, but such crazy attacks still persisted
I can't do anything about this monster in front of me.
"I am the Wing of Death! The Destroyer of Destiny! Everything will... burn!"
In the dark green evil lava lake, a monster with a black dragon head and disgusting flesh and blood tentacles all over its body roared crazily and fought back. Even the most powerful evil warrior would be easily killed by its tentacles.
The dragon's claws were torn into pieces, and under the attack of wave after wave of scorching lava rain, the helpless Eredar people could only flee the area in embarrassment.
"Damn it! What kind of monster is this? A god in the void of stars!"
The commander of the Eredar, Admiral Sfrax of the Antolan Commanding Council, stood on the bridge of her ship. She punched the porthole in front of her in anger and looked at the ship that was destroying it fiercely.
The flesh-and-blood monster, which was unharmed in the attack of Tian Mie Di, then looked at the three spaceships in the sky that were shot down by the ferocious elemental arrows.
In the end, she could only helplessly let out a sigh of relief and waved her hand:
"Report to Lord Kil'jaeden, our fleet is completely unable to deal with this unkillable monster!"
