There was a hint of undisguised impatience in King Solas's tone.
This is easy to understand. After Danas returned from the world of Draenor, he has become the most famous legendary hero in the Kingdom of Stromgard and the most relied-upon general of the old king. Any country with a complete system cannot
He would allow his general to be questioned rudely by outsiders.
If this matter hadn't been too big and involved, he wouldn't have let General Danaus come to Lordaeron for such an "inquiry".
Since the end of the Orc War, King Solas's health has been deteriorating. Now he needs to hold a scepter to move forward. His white hair and pale cheeks represent that this former warrior king has reached his twilight years. He is
A peer of King Terenas, maybe in a few years, he will leave this world.
And under this situation, no one in the alliance is willing to risk the possibility of angering Solas by asking a few meaningless questions, except... those mages who have never respected the royal power very much.
"Ahem, General Danas, one last question."
The one who came on behalf of Dalaran was Archmage Antonidas. This old mage's status in Dalaran was almost the same as that of the king. However, it was not him who was asking the question at this time, but a younger one with more aggressive eyes.
Archmage.
Archmage Vargas, an excellent spellcaster born and raised in Dalaran, is already over 40 years old, but in the mage profession, he is a proper young man, at least much younger than Antonidas. You have to know
, as the leader of Dalaran, Antonidas is about to celebrate his 60th birthday... and at this age, he is not considered old among the archmages.
In short, Archmage Vargas, who was wearing a decent purple robe, stood up and looked at Danaus Trollbane, who was also a little impatient, with a tone of respect and a hint of alienation.
explain:
"About Archmage Khadgar..."
"I don't know or want to answer questions about Khadgar!"
Before Archmage Vargas finished speaking, he was interrupted by the general. He stood up from his chair, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and said coldly:
"Khadgar told me that it was his own choice. If you have any questions about his choice, you can go to Draenor and ask him yourself! In addition, when I left, he asked me to tell the mage in Dalaran
We, stop the research and use of warlock magic as quickly as possible..."
Danas's voice became deeper:
"I also think it's necessary."
This unceremonious answer made Archmage Vargas look ugly. After a moment, he responded coldly:
"Thank you for your 'reminder', General, we will find a way to contact Khadgar. In addition, as a professional, I don't think mages need to report to the generals of other countries for their research. This is Dalaran's freedom!"
"
"free?"
Danas let out a burst of undisguised sarcastic laughter: "Then you should probably go to Draenor and see for yourself, my Lord Mage, to see what the orcs have done to that world by abusing warlock magic.
, your freedom is based on the threat to the world! Do you need me to remind you again!"
The general lowered his head like a grinning beast:
"There are more than just mages living in this world... Why should we take risks for your dangerous experiments?"
This question left the Archmage Vargas completely speechless. Mages are all guys who specialize in research, and there are rarely individuals who are eloquent. The Archmage wanted to refute with a sullen face, but he couldn't.
Antonidas, who was sitting next to him, reached out and forced him down on the chair.
The old mage smiled gently at the somewhat angry General Danas, and Antonidas said softly:
"Dalaran heard your call, General, we will consider this... Don't worry, this is not perfunctory!"
This decent answer silenced the surrounding kings who were frowning because of Mage Vargas' incorrect thinking. After confirming that there were no other questions, King Solas stood up angrily and waved to Danas.
:
"Follow me, my nephew Danaus, and send this old man home! There is no blame or suspicion in the Trollbane family for you. Everyone is waiting for the hero to return home."
This sentence very clearly expressed the dissatisfaction of King Solas. Behind him, the equally white-haired King Terenas wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.
General Danas was moved to hold the arm of the old king, his distant uncle. His relationship with King Solas was actually very ordinary, but at least in this situation, the old king chose to support him.
He, this is enough.
And just as the two Trollbane walked out of the royal court, a gentle voice sounded behind them:
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Solas and General Danas, I wanted to delay you for a few minutes."
Danas turned around and saw a high elf mage wearing a fiery red robe. The latter looked at them with a sincere look and said softly:
"I am Lanna'thel, the Archmage of Quel'Thalas. I am here on behalf of His Highness Kael'thas. The prince wants to know the truth about some things that are not suitable for "public"."
General Danas's face changed, and after a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Okay, you have 10 minutes..."
His eyes were fixed on the green eyes of Lana Sal in front of him, and he lowered his voice:
"Before asking, I must tell you, don't ask me what Tyrion is thinking... I can't guess what that monster is thinking, but look at the Draenor world at this time according to Azeroth's standards.
Civilization... Then you should call Tyrion Dawnblade "Your Majesty"."
This cryptic answer made Lannathel raise her eyebrows. She began to understand why Prince Kael'thas insisted on having his own way and wanted to get closer to Tyrion, a dead man... That guy's power
, seems to be much more powerful than everyone imagined.
Of course, this also proves how accurate Prince Kael'thas is in seeing people and predicting things.
While Danas and Ms. Lana'thel were discussing matters about Draenor and Tyrion, in the world of Draenor, the protagonist, who was being discussed by various forces, was busy with another matter.
Tyrion was talking to his cousin in the hall of the Black Temple, a floating fortress that was currently suspended over the endless sea in the world of Draenor.
However, the postures of the two people were a bit strange. Tyrion, dressed in black robes, stood at the edge of the hall. In front of him was a cage made of black iron, and Myra Dawn Blade was sitting cross-legged in the cage.
Don't get me wrong, this is not Tyrion torturing his cousin, this is just a necessary stage of an experiment.
"How are you feeling today?"
Tyrion stared at Myra's somewhat dull face. As another inheritor of the Dawn Blade family, Myra had the same blue eyes as Tyrion. This seemed to be a proof of the Dawn Blade bloodline.
Tyrion's question made Myra raise his head, and his thinking seemed to have become sluggish in the long detention. After a few seconds, Myra shook his head vigorously, and then said in a dry and hoarse voice:
"It's not that good. It feels terrible. As soon as I close my eyes, I can hear the roar of greed and hunger in my bones. It's forcing me to find new, enough, pure magic power...
"
"Demon addiction, no doubt about it."
A cold light flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he said to his cousin in a calm voice:
"Obviously, the curse of magic addiction flows in your and my blood. In the air of Quel'Thalas where the magic power is abundant and even exceeds the standard, the bodies of the high elves have been completely transformed... The magic addiction is proof. I have been since adulthood.
Before, I fought as a ranger and never practiced magic. Even so, after death, the addiction to magic flowing in my blood still engulfed me."
"Myra, you have been studying the orthodox magician route of Blade of Dawn since you were a child. You have been learning to manipulate and absorb magic power since you were a child. Your magic addiction will only be more serious than mine."
"Do you think this is a good thing?"
Myra Dawn Blade raised his head and looked at Tyrion and his cousin. He tried to find a trace of concern in those ice-blue eyes, but he was disappointed. The calmness in those eyes made him
There is an illusion.
Tyrion seemed to look at him no differently than any other dead person.
"Of course this is a good thing!"
Tyrion seemed to feel what his cousin was thinking. He took a step forward, squatted down, put his cold hand into the cage, put it on Myra's shoulder, and patted it dryly.
kind of encouragement.
"The stronger the addiction, the more likely you are to become Sarain between life and death. Once you become Sarain, your manipulation of blood is very likely... No, it is not possible, you will definitely do it.
Surpass me and become the strongest Sarain, my brother, you see, death loves you so much!"
Tyrion's voice was filled with an emotion of expectation, but as the person involved, Myra Dawnblade just looked at his only remaining relatives in front of him quietly. After a moment, he spoke:
"I didn't make this decision for your career, Tyrion. Although it may affect your authority,... I did it purely for Lumi."
This rebuttal failed to change the Death Knight's expression, or even his eyes. He tilted his head and asked with some confusion:
"Does it make any difference? Look, no matter what you do, the result is the same!"
Tyrion stood up and said to his cousin:
"We dead people ask for very little. No matter what you think in your heart, Myra, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you have proven with your actions that you are on our side. That is enough."
"Of course, I also have to thank Luminas...thank her for sending my relatives to me."
Tyrion flicked his fingers, took out a blue magic gem from the storage ring, and placed it on the ground in front of Myra. He whispered:
"Magic addiction is a kind of torture, especially after you left Quel'Thalas and gave up the Holy Light, you lost your energy replenishment, and your body began to be hungry. With your talent for magic, that terrible
Addiction will completely change you in a short time. Remember what I said, Myra..."
"Before your will completely collapses, and when you feel the pain is unbearable, sucking a little bit of pure magic will make you feel more comfortable, but it is just drinking poison to quench your thirst. The more you suck, the closer you are to the end of your life.
close."
"The soul is the most important thing!"
The death knight emphasized his tone:
"Don't let it get lost in the abyss of hunger for magic. Keep going to the limit of what you can hold, and then I will give you complete relief... At that time, you can be with Luminas forever.
Together, this is for your love! My brave but foolish brother."
"Um"
Myra nodded heavily. He had felt the torment of addiction that Tyrion mentioned very clearly in the past few days. It was like an itch that could not be relieved in his bones, like hundreds of worms in his bones.
Crawling is the most terrifying torture. If your will is not strong enough, you will eventually lose your mind completely during the first wave of torture when your addiction breaks out.
Myra tried hard not to think about the consequences of a complete breakdown of her sanity, but she knew with her buttocks that it would definitely be much worse than becoming Sarain!
"One more thing."
When Tyrion raised his head this time, his expression was a little subtle. He looked around, lowered his voice, and asked:
"Death is not without its impact on me, Myra. This is a secret that only a few people know. Many memory fragments have disappeared from my mind, so I hope you can tell me... As long as our heritage, even in the bones
How many magical families are there in Quel'Thalas, all of which have magic blood flowing through them and are controlled by a terrible addiction to magic?"
"Have you even forgotten this?"
Myra Dawn Blade frowned and looked at Tyrion, who looked innocent. Finally, he shook his head:
"Many, high elves use magic to build civilization. In our civilization, there are countless powerful mages. There are at least dozens of magic families in Silver Moon City that have been inherited for more than 6,000 years. There are nearly a thousand descendants like you and me.
There are many, the most famous of which is Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, and... let me think about it, your purpose in asking me this question is not simple, right?"
Tyrion shrugged, not hiding his purpose:
"Of course, Sarain needs to grow and develop, and I can't expect another young man to be attracted to me by love. We must take the initiative... If this makes you feel painful, then you can choose someone you are very fond of.
Nasty person, then tell me her or his name."
Myra's eyes blinked, and after a few seconds, he whispered:
"Lana Sal"
"Prince Kael'thas's attendant, she is also a descendant of a lonely family like us, and her talent in magic is much stronger than you and me!"
"The most important thing is that Lumi, who was once responsible for guarding Silvermoon City, was sent to Desom because my poor lover accidentally annoyed that princess-like lady... I have enough reason to hate her.
!”
Tyrion was very satisfied with this reason. He looked at his cousin meaningfully and nodded slowly:
"Well, she sounds like a very unpleasant woman. Of course she...should be punished!"
