Ronin actually had a relationship with Tyrion. During the Second Orc War, in the forest of Hillsbrad Hills, Ronin, who was still a young mage at the time, almost died in Serent.
Under the arrow.
But just like his weird luck, everyone who followed Luo Ning died, and he was the only one who managed to escape back to Dalaran despite being hit by three arrows.
But Tyrion must have forgotten Ronin. He rarely remembers these fleeting characters in his experience. Even in the original history, he will do great things and have a famous name.
Same thing.
In the face of death, everyone is equal!
"Click"
The death knight reached out and pushed open the wooden gate of the village below Karazhan. He looked at the door with some confusion, which was obviously just repaired. Tyrion turned back and said to the person behind him:
"It's really strange. Last time I came here, this door didn't exist here. Who built it?"
"Wow!"
A sound of horse hooves sounded from the fog around the mage tower. Soon, a ghost riding a skeleton horse appeared in front of Tyrion. This was a very familiar guy. The skeleton horse under his crotch was Tyrion.
Ang gave it to him.
"Oh, Mr. Elf!"
The soul of this little nobleman greeted him kindly. He rode on his horse and said to Tyrion:
"Long time no see. You seem to be stronger."
"Well, it's you."
Tyrion also recognized the soul in front of him. A smile flashed across his cold face. He looked at the repaired village in the mist in front of him and asked softly:
"Did you repair this? Why did you do this?"
"Well, the last time the orcs invaded Karazhan, they scared many nobles."
The soul of the little lord scratched his head and said softly: "Although those orcs did not harm us, we thought it was time to renovate the village's defense. We also recruited some soldiers from the nearby cemetery and asked them to build this gate. In fact,
Quite useful.”
Soul smiled and said:
"In the past, there were always many living people passing through the Deadwind Pass to find the secrets of Karazhan. After this door is repaired, no one will bother us."
"So, you actually already know that you are dead?"
Tyrion squinted his eyes and looked at the soul in front of him, and he asked: "It's really surprising that you can accept all this calmly."
"It's not a very peaceful acceptance either."
A trace of sadness flashed across the illusory face of the dead soul:
"Duchess Aberlock couldn't accept it. On a rainy night, she went completely crazy and turned into a dangerous wraith. We wanted to ask the master of Karazhan for help, but after the orcs invaded once, Karazhan turned against us.
The door was closed forever. We were powerless and could only send the Duchess into the cellar. She screamed every night and many people were depressed. It was really terrible."
The little lord spread his arms helplessly:
"It's like a nightmare."
"So I suggest you move."
The death knight moved his fingers and said to the soul in front of him:
"I have a gorgeous palace in Draenor, but the lack of some high-ranking people there makes the palace look very gloomy and boring. You know, the life of the dead is boring enough, so I thought if I could
Inviting you wise undead souls to live there, my home may become better."
Tyrion's eyes flashed with helplessness:
"Especially after I had a daughter. You know, a gloomy place is really not suitable for children to grow up."
"Delano?"
The little lord was stunned for a moment: "Where is that? In the northern part of the mainland? Or on the side of Kalimdor?"
"No! None!"
Tyrion smiled and said: "In another world, it's not that far away from here. You can even take the crazy duchess with you. I have a great undead doctor there and she can be easily cured."
"So, how long are we going to waste?"
Just when Tyrion and the ghost were chatting happily, another cold voice sounded, and the ghost looked back. An old human holding a staff and wearing a purple robe opened the wooden door and walked into the town. The ghost
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he greeted the guy.
"Hey, Master Khadgar, long time no see! You seem to...seem to be a little different."
"Of course, Lord Lorven."
The great lich Khadgar touched his heart and said calmly:
"I died and then lived again. Naturally, I am no longer the same as before. As for you, I suggest you follow Tyrion's advice, gather your ghost friends as quickly as possible, and start moving. This place will soon become unsuitable.
You live!"
The little lord soul named Luo Erwen asked in surprise:
"Why? Are those dangerous paladins coming to clean up this place?"
"No!"
Tyrion stretched out his hand and flicked it in the air. With a roar, the magic sword Apocalypse, which had once again changed its shape, appeared in its hand. The more active buzzing and whistling of the magic sword that was awakened to the second stage represented its deep
The evil spirit hidden in the sword becomes more active.
Lord Dark Blade raised his head and looked at the mage tower standing in front of him in the dark curtain. He seemed to see the figure standing on the high rooftop. He said softly:
"Because we...this time, we are here for it, for Karazhan!"
The magic blade in Tyrion's hand smelled the master's will, and it buzzed even more violently. At the feet of the death knight, the undead souls buried in this land were awakened. Amidst the panicked screams of the ghosts,
An undead army composed of bones and walking corpses followed Tyrion and Khadgar towards the closed door of the mage tower.
Standing in front of the closed door of Karazhan, Tyrion looked back at the ghosts gathering behind him, with a cold smile on his lips:
"Let's go! Leave here and go to Draenor..."
"Dark Blade Knights, welcome!"
After saying that, the death knight waved Apocalypse, and the crescent-shaped blade whizzed down. The rusted iron railings sealed by magic spread out in the beating of sparks, and the remains of the railings were scattered all over the death knight.
In the surrounding land, before his eyes, there was a red wooden gate. In the ruthless flow of time, this gate had become decayed.
"Bang"
The death knight swung his foot and kicked open the rotten door. He turned sideways and made a "please" gesture. Behind him, the great lich Khadgar, who looked calm and indifferent, was holding the staff of the guardian.
After a slight hesitation, he strode into the mage tower.
After the separation of life and death, he once again returned to the place where all his destiny began, but this time, he did not come to consult magic, nor to shoulder the Kirin Tor's spy mission, nor to save the world, nor to save the world.
To kill his dear mentor again.
Khadgar came here in a dead body with a very simple purpose. He wanted to talk to his mentor.
That's all.
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"Let's go!"
Medivh's illusory figure stands on the twisted rooftop of the highest level of Karazhan. Here you can easily see the intertwined scene of reality and illusion. During the period when the Dark Titan dominated the soul, the power of the Dark Titan penetrated this place.
This area has become the weakest space in the entire Azeroth world.
Sargeras once wanted to summon an army of demons here, but in the end, it adopted Kil'jaeden's conspiracy to destroy the world bit by bit.
Medivh is guarding Karazhan. On the one hand, he wants to preserve the future fragments inside Karazhan. On the other hand, he also wants to guard this twisted space to prevent demons from infiltrating the entire world from here.
And now, on this rooftop, Medivh stood there alone. Behind him were his good friend Anduin Lothar who grew up with him, and his lonely mother Magna Aegwynn.
"Let's go! Get out of here!"
Medivh watched the undead awakened by Tyrion rushing into Karazhan. He closed his eyes and whispered:
"He came for me... His revenge is so strong, but what he did... Maybe, maybe we have really made mistakes, but... No matter what, we are all here to save this
world."
He turned around, and the wind of the void blew up the shadow robe of the last guardian. Wrapped in the robe dotted with crow wings, it was an already tired soul.
"I have told you all the future I see, Lothar!"
Medivh looked at the friend he had grown up with and said softly:
"But the future has been completely changed by Tyrion's intervention. What shines in the fragments of Karazhan's future is also chaos. No one can judge whether it is good or bad at the moment, but at least when it comes to resisting the coming demonic invasion,
There will be one more army in the world, which may be a good thing."
"But I don't want to leave like this! Medivh, my friend."
Marshal Lothar wore a set of heavy armor. He held a blood-red two-handed heavy sword in his hand. He pressed the sharp blade against the ground, his eyes filled with a will to fight:
"I can't leave my friends and run away alone. I've already left you once, and it caused me great pain. I don't want to go through it a second time! You didn't mean to save me from my certain death.
Be a deserter, right?"
"But the Alliance needs your guidance!"
Medivh took a step forward and emphasized his tone: "Internal conflicts, external threats, kings fighting for power, you can't see the threats hidden in the darkness at all. You also saw the future, demons will enter this world, they
It will disrupt the world and usher in a turbulent era that consumes all hope in Azeroth."
"In the deepest part of this world, the most desperate power has revived. You know who is our real enemy! Lothar, my destiny will come to an abrupt end tonight, and you, you will shoulder my unfinished mission.
, you are more powerful than me, you can convince the people of the alliance better than me, and the most important thing is...you have the noblest blood flowing in your body!"
Medivh stretched out his hands, and the illusory soul shrouded in shadow used this method to firmly hold his friend's wrist. He said in a deep voice:
"The bloodline of Emperor Arathor cannot be cut off like this. Only that noble bloodline can bring the entire alliance and all humans together! Gathered under the banner you hold high, the alliance cannot be divided! Absolutely not!"
"But I don't know what to do!"
Marshal Lothar seemed a little at a loss. The old man whispered:
"I'm not ready yet. This... this is much harder than defeating the orcs."
"You don't need to prepare, Lothar."
Medivh took a step back. As his fingers danced silently, a portal suddenly opened at Lothar's feet, throwing the old marshal into it by surprise. In Lothar's horrified eyes, he saw Medivh's determination.
's back.
"Old friend, fate will help you prepare. Goodbye... Farewell."
"Medivh, no!!!"
Lothar's shouts still echoed in the cold rooftop. The door to the rooftop was violently smashed open. In the scene of broken wooden debris flying everywhere, Terry's whole body was covered with dark red dancing light.
Ang, holding the magic sword Tianqi, he walked onto the silent twisted rooftop.
Behind him was Khadgar, who looked unchanged.
"Well, Mr. Medivh, we meet again!"
Tyrion was wrapped in death energy, and his voice became extremely low and hollow:
"The "farewell ceremony" you held for me is still unforgettable to me. In return, I also held a grand "farewell celebration" for you!"
"You no longer need to worry about the future of this world. You will never need to worry about it again..."
The death knight stepped forward and said softly:
"I am here...to grant you true relief and...freedom!"
"Don't even think about it!"
A trembling figure held the staff and stood firmly in front of Tyrion's eyes. Ms. Magna Aegwynn, the former guardian who lost her power, fiercely protected her son as a mother. She was fierce
Staring at Tyrion, an unyielding look shone on her old face:
"You! Evil! Don't even think about touching my son!"
"Hey, Lady Aegwynn."
Tyrion stopped. He looked at the former guardian in front of him, a cruel light flashed in his ice-blue eyes. He waved the magic blade in his hand, and the roar of the apocalypse made the surrounding silence become noisy.
:
"This sword is longing for your soul. It is longing to complete its failed mission... Get out of the way! I don't want to bully a weak old woman!"
"Then come on! Evil, let me see how strong you are!"
"Buzz"
Jumping violet magic lines moved in the space around Aegwynn and Tyrion. Amid Aegwynn's shrill shout, she and the death knight suddenly disappeared into the rooftop area.
This sudden change did not surprise the remaining two people. Khadgar held the staff of the guardian. He took a few steps forward and walked out of the shadows behind him. He looked at the familiar figure in front of him with cold eyes.
He leaned forward slightly, just like before, and whispered:
