The Corruptor Sasovar walked silently in the Dark Temple. After entering the castle, he quickly discovered the things hidden in the castle, the extremely active space fluctuations. Obviously, Ner'zhul
Using the Scepter of Sargeras in the Black Temple makes the inherent space of this fortress full of cracks, just like the space of the Dark Portal, which can be easily torn open.
"It's definitely easier to open the portal here."
The Dread Lord touched his smooth chin, and a flash of thought flashed in his black eyes: "Maybe after victory, I should regard this as my palace to rule the world, King of Draenor, that sounds good.
Well."
Nasrezim chuckled, turned around and walked into another fork, passing by the death knight guarding the hall, but the death knight found no trace of the Dread Lord at all.
The Dread Lords, Nathrezim, this race is truly a race of shadows. Their understanding and use of shadows are masters in the entire universe. They can penetrate a fortress or a city, spread lies, and undermine fighting spirit.
Spreading diseases is just the most basic ability for them. They are the best scouts and conspirators in the Burning Legion.
Sasoval now urgently needs to find an entry point. It is not easy to cause riots in the Black Temple. The dead people lack emotions and are strong-willed, which means that it will be difficult for the Dread Lord to corrode the will of these high-level death knights, and it is difficult to control them.
One or two knights will not work at all, it must find a guy with enough weight.
But soon, the Corruptor found a suitable target. In the fortress filled with undead, the Dread Lord quickly smelled the breath of living people, which made his eyes light up... and quickly moved towards the books in the Dark Temple.
The room rushed over.
"First, the crystal must be polished to an extremely smooth state."
Archmage Khadgar was sitting on the table in the library, playing with a crystal clear crystal in his hand. There was also an ancient scroll spread out in front of him, which was written in the Crow language. It was very obscure, but smart.
After the archmage learns the language of the arakkoa, he can easily read it.
This scroll was just unearthed by the arakkoa people. It is said that it records the way the ancient arakkoa people used the Apexis crystal. This made the archmage very interested, so after the demon war calmed down a little, he began to study this scroll.
reel.
"Well, that looks like enough."
Khadgar placed the polished Apexis crystal in front of his eyes and looked at it. Under the light of the spar lamp, every facet of the crystal was shimmering with brilliant luster, which made him very satisfied.
"Then the second step...wait, the sun? Use sunlight to melt the crystal and cast it into a hexagonal crystal column?"
The archmage was stunned for a moment. How could sunlight melt crystals? What’s more, the extremely hard Apexis crystal made him scratch his head again and stop studying the crystals. He picked up the pen at hand and wrote in his
He was writing and drawing in his notes, but soon, he remembered another thing.
Khadgar lived a very free life in Draenor. Tyrion did not restrict his movements. He could go wherever he wanted and learn whatever information he wanted. But the more he learned, the Archmage felt that
More and more confused.
At the beginning, he chose to stay in Draenor because of his reckless actions and cooperation with the bronze dragon Sephiel, which caused the innocent death of more than 1,000 warriors in the Alliance's advance army. This made the kind-hearted Archmage feel...
Indescribable frustration and pain, after learning the truth about the Bronze Dragon, the Archmage felt it was necessary to devote himself to the great cause of liberating Azeroth from the control of the Bronze Dragon.
But after calming down, Khadgar easily discovered that everything he learned was actually seen under Tyrion's guidance. This made it difficult for the mage not to doubt the death knight's original intention, so when facing
During the Lich Transformation Ceremony, he chose to refuse. He felt that he needed to know more before calmly deciding whether to join the undead side.
After all, it is sacrificing life, sacrificing the most precious thing. Khadgar has the consciousness to sacrifice himself, but when faced with the choice of an uncertain future, he still feels hesitant. In the final analysis, this mage is just a mortal, although he looks very old.
, but he is only 30 years old this year. Although he has experienced a lot, his experience is still not enough for him to find the real direction in the fog.
"So, who is righteous and who is evil?"
The Archmage looked at his notes and murmured to himself: "You are obviously dead, but you insist on fighting a life-and-death war with the devil. What are you doing all this for?"
He has experienced the demon battle in the Auchindoun Necropolis. He saw with his own eyes how the undead who were once considered evil silently strangled the more evil demons. He also saw the death lords defeating the demon army. He was even more excited.
Watching the cooperation between the draenei and the Dark Blade Knights, the living and the dead were wary of each other, but faced the same enemy, but they joined forces to fight.
"Even someone like Viren can be persuaded by you..."
The Archmage stared at the crystal lamp on the table in front of him. The light in his eyes became blank. In places he didn't notice, darkness was eroding his thinking bit by bit, making his thinking obscure.
"Uh, what am I...what's wrong with me?"
The light of the spar lamp flashed in vain, and the Archmage immediately woke up from his fugue state. He rubbed his forehead and stood up, his body swaying. He turned his head and looked around. The world in front of him became strange, and the dark breath filled him.
His eyes were wrapped around everything, and the Archmage could feel that the twisted darkness was eroding his will.
"Bang"
Khadgar subconsciously grabbed the Guardian Staff at hand, and gathered a huge amount of magic power to try to cut off the power of the Corruptor Sasovar that penetrated his heart. However, he lacked experience in fighting demons.
The moment he fought back, Sasovar's gloomy laughter sounded in the Archmage's heart, and he immediately lost control of his body.
Violent purple magic power surged out of the Archmage's body unchecked, forming a violent magic storm in an instant. When the erratic magic power gathered to its limit...
"boom"
A loud explosion sounded from the library, and the violent magic power tore the surrounding books and bookshelves into pieces in an instant. As the debris flew everywhere, even the suspended magic circle operating in the entire Dark Temple was temporarily disrupted.
.
"Kakaka"
Continuous magic sparks lit up in the energy channel of the Dark Temple, as if the power supply of a precision-operated instrument was forcibly cut off. With a low buzzing sound, the Dark Temple suspended in the sky lost its power to float, and began to
Falling rapidly.
The roars of the undead resounded through the fallen fortress, and the entire temple was in chaos at this moment. Archmage Khadgar was thrown upwards in the rapid weightless shock, and his head hit the stone wall hard.
Then there was another spinning collision. In the process, his body was like an uncontrolled puppet, his eyes were dull, and he was allowed to hit his head and bleed.
In the soul, the Archmage's will is fighting fiercely against the corruptors that invade the soul.
"Bewildered, painful, helpless, hesitant, repentant... Look, how fragile and pitiful this soul is."
The dark form roared in the Archmage's heart, constantly beating the Archmage's soul with the power of shadow, and trying to imprison him:
"You have powerful magic power, but you don't have the heart to match the strength. It's a pity that you, a mortal, don't know how to defeat me!"
"Bang bang bang"
The tentacles of darkness were cut off one by one by the Archmage's will. He realized that he might have encountered the most difficult trouble, but Khadgar was unwilling to give up just like that. In the realm of souls that he was unfamiliar with, he
Like a rough warrior, rampaging through the sea of his own soul.
Sasoval is not in a hurry. The release of magic power just now has destroyed the simple floating array of the Dark Temple. The fall of this aerial fortress will undoubtedly attract the attention of all the undead in Hellfire Peninsula.
It has done what it wants to do. Now, it just wants to expand its victory. It hides in the corner of Khadgar's heart, just like a cat playing with a mouse, constantly provoking Khadgar's emotions with words.
soul:
"You are a coward!"
"You killed your mentor!"
"You are complicit in the undead, and you have betrayed your mission!"
"Oh, you even thought of joining them...how stupid, what living person would be willing to give up his life?"
"Are you pursuing justice? Stupid, you don't know what justice is at all. What you pursue is just a concept imposed on you by others..."
"You have never lived for yourself. Look, I can clearly see that you fell in love with that despicable orc! But you are too cowardly to keep him."
"Ha ha ha ha"
The anxious words were like the most vicious whip, lashing Khadgar's trembling soul, but they also aroused the Archmage's heartfelt anger, because what Sasovar said was true, and they were the most hidden things in his heart.
Deep shadow and anger, this situation will trigger rash decisions and directly lead to failure.
"Enough!"
Khadgar roared, pouring out all the power in his heart, like a big storm sweeping everything, tearing apart all the dark shadows in front of him. After everything calmed down, his consciousness once again dominated
He killed his body, but before he could add a shield to himself, the falling Dark Temple hit the ground of Hellfire Peninsula.
"Bang"
The temple that fell from a height of hundreds of meters shook the temple like the most terrifying earthquake. Even if the death knights activated the barrier to prevent impact, the terrible impact still messed up everything inside the temple.
, Khadgar's body was thrown up like a ship on the top of the tide, and then smashed to the ground crazily.
This impact caused his vision to go dark. He stood up with difficulty holding on to his staff, and what came into view was a pair of black hooves wrapped with flames.
"You think you won?"
"Idiot, in the outside world, strength may be respected, but in my battlefield, will is everything."
"Your body belongs to me!"
"Buzz"
The archmage's resistance movement suddenly stopped, and the Corruptor Sasovar's tall body turned into a dark bat and dissipated in the air. Like a storm of bats, it surrounded Khadgar's body, amidst the screams of the dark bats.
, Khadgar howled in pain, and after a moment, he moved his body again and stood up, but his eyes had turned black.
"Oh, it's always so easy to break the heart of a living person..."
Sasoval put the Guardian Staff in his hand and looked at it. It felt the huge magic power in Khadgar's body and nodded with satisfaction:
"Then let's make this noise even crazier!"
"Bang"
All the debris in front of him was torn apart by the violent magic power. In the entanglement of purple luster, the Dread Lord controlled the archmage's body and walked out of the library. However, the moment he opened the door, a figure stood in front of it.
Sasoval stared at the slender figure, and it let out a deep laugh:
"Hey, Mr. Tyrion, are you here to greet me?"
Tyrion, who rushed back from Hellfire Fortress, frowned and looked at Khadgar in front of him. It was obvious that there was another soul hidden under the archmage's body. He asked in a hollow voice:
"Who are you?"
"I?"
A twisted smile appeared on Khadgar's face. He crossed his fingers habitually and said in a strange voice:
"I am Archmage Khadgar, am I not your friend?"
"bass"
The buzzing magic blade was unsheathed, and Tyrion's voice turned cold:
"Get out of him! Now, right now!"
The unsheathing of Apocalypse made the Corruptor Sasoval shrink his eyes. As an orthodox Nasrezim demon, it recognized this magic sword, which was two pieces forged by the ancient Nasrezim ancestors.
One of the magic blades, it was rumored that the Dreadlord Cassanatir disappeared among the stars with it. Unexpectedly, this thing actually fell into Tyrion's hands.
But facing the threat of the death knight, the Dread Lord was not nervous. He waved the staff in his hand and said in Khadgar's voice:
"What if I say no? You see, whether you are living or dead, you will always be very hesitant when facing "friends". This meaningless emotion binds you, but it is my sharpest weapon. I really want to
You know, what would you do when faced with this choice?"
"puff"
As soon as Sasovar finished speaking, Tyrion's body turned into a swift shadow and appeared in front of the Archmage. Under the horrified gaze of the Dread Lord, Demon Blade Apocalypse easily broke through the Archmage's shield.
Then he pierced the Archmage's heart without hesitation. As the blood surged, Tyrion stared at Khadgar's black eyes and whispered:
"It seems that your weapon is not sharp enough... Also, what gave you the illusion that he is my friend?"
The Dread Lord struggled to escape from Khadgar's pierced body, but the buzzing demon blade forged by the ancestors of Nathrezim tightly grabbed the Dread Lord's soul, biting it away.
Little by little, it was dragged into the screaming sword body.
"I don't know who you are yet, but I heard... Tianqi likes you very much, my new friend..."
