The interior is filled with precise mana lines, various traps to prevent the invasion of foreign enemies, and strange spaces between the intertwined folds that only the owner of the Mage Tower can clearly distinguish. Moreover, it was built by the former guardian Ms. Aegwynn.
The mage tower, logically speaking, should be more powerful than the standard mage towers in Dalaran.
As long as there is one Archmage controlling this Mage Tower, even thousands of troops cannot break it.
And here's the problem... Karazhan is actually currently uncontrolled. In the past few years, the Dark Titan has controlled Medivh's soul. It is entrenched in this corner of Azeroth, using its own
Looking at the world with malicious eyes, for the Dark Titan, all the sophisticated magics in Karazhan are just like toys, and it doesn't care about these things at all.
It has been in disrepair, and the Dark Titan always likes to conduct some dangerous experiments in this mage tower, such as forcibly tearing apart the space nodes above Karazhan, etc. In this case, no matter how powerful the mage tower itself is, it cannot withstand
Destruction spreads from within.
But now, facing Tyrion, the death knight who is far less powerful than Sargeras but also very dangerous, and the original master of Karazhan, Ms. Aegwynn is struggling to mobilize the mana lines that can still run, and separate Tyrion and herself.
Sent to the lowest level of the mage tower.
In this strange space under the horizon, there is a "reverse tower" that is exactly the same as the upper level mage tower, except that the direction is reversed. It pierces into a strange space in a strange shape. It is the handiwork of the Dark Titan. Who
I don't know what it is doing here.
"Bang"
Tyrion's cold boots stepped on the dusty ground, and there was darkness everywhere. In the darkness, there was the sound of water drops falling into the pool, which made this strange area become...
More quiet and dead.
"Ms. Aegwynn, where are you hiding?"
The death knight's cold voice sounded in the darkness: "Are you going to play a cat and mouse game with me? Or do you think trapping me here is a good thing for your son? Do you think it's a lich?
Is Khadgar better to deal with than me?"
"Haha, you guessed wrong!"
Tyrion put away the magic sword, turned around and walked into the shadows behind him:
"Khadgar, who has returned from death, is more dangerous than you think! The endless shadow magic surges in his body, and even I, who created him with my own hands, feel trembling!"
"Actually, it's nothing. Maybe Mr. Medivh can turn the danger into a disaster and use words to persuade Khadgar to switch sides."
"But what I'm more curious about is, how does he convince someone who has seen the truth? How does he convince Khadgar to join his cowardly patchwork rescue plan? How does he melt Khadgar?
Where is the frozen heart?"
Tyrion's figure completely disappeared into the darkness of the reverse tower, and his faint voice could still reach the ears of Ms. Aegwynn hiding on the other side.
"Anyway, let's wait and see, but before that, I will have a good "play" with you... and the powerful "Rebellious Guardian" Aegwynn!"
Upon hearing this, Ms. Aegwynn's old hands, shrouded in shadow, clenched tightly.
No one knows the nature of her weakness better than her. Without the power of the guardian, she not only ages rapidly, but also becomes very weak in energy. Although her body is still full of magic power, she may still be able to compete with the weak ones in Dalaran.
The mages fought hard, but facing Lord Dark Blade, who had evolved the demon sword Apocalypse to the second stage, she knew very well that she was no match!
She saw the posture of the magic sword, which was more ferocious and terrifying than the magic sword I had in Les Shar's hands! And being able to hold such a magic sword was enough to illustrate the power Tyrion possessed at this time.
After completely absorbing the soul power of the great demon Kazzak, the broken form of the magic sword closed again, as if it had completed its second transformation. Its sword body became smooth and graceful, with red lines all over it.
Its appearance is like a crescent moon. At the front of the sharp blade, there are three ferocious tiny armor-piercing cones inlaid in it, making it more lethal. Any opponent cut by it will be destroyed by it.
The blade can easily chop flesh and blood and cut off bones.
"Look here, there are resentful spirits everywhere."
Tyrion looked at the dark space of the reverse tower in front of him. There were emerald-green resentful spirits scattered everywhere in the passage. These should be humans who died in the hands of Sargeras or other damn things, casually thrown by the dark titan.
In the cemetery of the reverse tower, the long-standing resentment and the dark power surrounding this place made them more violent and dangerous.
After smelling the breath of the intruder, these resentful spirits rushed towards Tyrion in groups, but a light red halo of mist shone on the blade behind the death knight, and the mist escaped from the blade.
Above, lingering outside Tyrion's body, any resentful spirit that comes into contact with this mist will become very weak. They screamed and tried to escape, but were crushed one by one by the death knights in the darkness.
"The ghosts who have lost their reason and meaning of existence are living in the rift between heaven, earth and hell. They are helplessly screaming and crying. The abandoned people living in the darkness, let me give you relief...How pitiful!"
The Death Knight steps forward, and nothing can stop him and the Apocalypse in his hands.
After growing to the second stage, the already vicious Apocalypse added new abilities. In addition to absorbing souls, when held by Tyrion, this sword will emit a strange red plague, which is harmful to living creatures.
It is fatal to humans and will take away their lives in a short period of time. But to the weak undead, this plague is equally deadly.
After walking in the darkness for less than 5 minutes, between the screams of the wraiths and the dancing ashes of relief, Tyrion saw what was in front of him, a pool full of bones and skeletons, with black chains hanging upside down above his head.
In the stone wall, each chain is tied to an innocent person. They are soaked in the cold pool water. The remaining power of the Dark Titan is shrouded in this abyss. Even after death, they cannot rest in peace.
"This is the truth about Karazhan, who vowed to save the world!"
Tyrion stood by the pool of despair. He crouched down and looked at the corpses floating in the pool. He looked at the lifeless eyes and the despair rippling in those eyes. Behind him, he followed for the first time.
It was only after Tyrion finally set foot in the deepest area of the reverse tower that Aegwynn looked at everything in front of her with trembling eyes.
She didn't know exactly what the Dark Titan did when he occupied Karazhan, but at this moment, she suddenly understood why Medivh was so willing to sacrifice himself to atone for the sins of the world.
When the dark soul took over his body, under his painful gaze, he became an executioner and the most terrifying butcher.
"Until now, you still think your son is innocent?"
The death knight soaked his hand into the water that penetrated the bone marrow, and he said softly:
"I am neither righteous nor holy. In fact, I was reborn in sin and darkness. I represent the flames of despair and destruction. I will also use the flames of war to wash away the world, but even like this, my hands are stained
Even though I am bloody, I am a hundred times cleaner than your son! A thousand times cleaner!"
"Prophet? Your son is always your miss and your beloved, but I want to ask for them, are they...the miss of a child who has lost his father? Are they the miss of some parents who have lost their son?
Beloved?"
"Answer me! Magna Aegwynn! Answer me!"
"bass"
The demon blade was unsheathed, and the blade exuding endless coldness was pointed at Aegwynn behind him. Tyrion shook off the water droplets on his other hand. His eyes were full of frost. Behind him, those who were shrouded in despair
Thousands of human skeletons were infected by the energy of death, moving and twisting their bodies. One by one, they stood up from the horrifying pile of bones. Their eyes were shining with dark light, full of hatred and helpless.
The pain and tyranny of reason.
Like soldiers returning from the hell of despair, they obey the commander of darkness, ready to tear apart the hypocrisy of this world and plunge the hypocrites into the burning fire of revenge.
"Do you still want to stop me?"
"Can you... stop me?"
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"I have done many wrong things, my disciple."
On the twisted rooftop of Karazhan, Medivh looked calmly at the great lich in front of him, his former disciple and his only disciple. There was no unnecessary expression on his face, which was covered by a cloak dotted with crows.
It's very much like the guardian in Khadgar's memory. He always has this expression when he is alone.
"Under the control of that dark soul, I did many, many wrong things. I felt the pain. I felt the same for those victims. The depression and despair were like being locked in a cage and could only
Use the window to watch the world and watch the devil use my body to torture all this."
"Can you understand the pain?"
In a hall with only two people, Medivh's voice could easily spread throughout the hall. Facing his question, Khadgar shook his head and nodded again.
"I couldn't understand it before, but now I can understand it. When I returned from death, my tortured soul was re-infused into this body, like being thrown into a cold cage."
Khadgar raised his hand and looked at the movements of his fingers with some strangeness. A trace of doubt flashed in his cold eyes, as if he was experiencing the feeling of manipulating the body again.
"It's not that I'm feeling it, but that I'm manipulating it. It's a very strange feeling, but the bigger change lies in the soul. When crossing the door of death, I remove some emotions that can easily mislead me from the soul, and then use a kind of
Look at my past life with a calmer mind."
He raised his head and stared at his mentor Medivh, his tone became hoarse:
"I suddenly had doubts. Is it really just Sargeras who has been leading all of this in the past years? Is a soul that has been entangled with darkness for 40 years really that pure?"
"Are you doubting me?"
Medivh frowned and said softly: "Even now, you still doubt whether I have escaped from the darkness? Are you doubting my determination to try to save the world?"
"No! I'm not interested in doubting you, I just have some... doubts about the method you used. Tyrion is actually right. Facing a terrible future, is it really useful to tinker with the timeline?
?”
The great lich shook his head:
"Enough nonsense. Mortals succumb to desire and power and argue endlessly against each other. There must be an enemy strong enough to reunite them. Only under heavy pressure can there be true unity! Just
Like the orcs from 10 years ago, like the demons from 10,000 years ago, you see, I have different ideas from Tyrion who simply wants to destroy all shackles, I have my own "plan"!"
"The left and right are just a temporary alliance. Therefore, I came here this time to ask you to hand over control of Karazhan. I have already seen that things are messed up in a certain aspect. Rather than placing hope on a soul that longs for atonement,
, I think it’s better for me to implement it myself.”
"After all, you have a "criminal record" when it comes to things like capriciousness!"
Medivh shook his head, stared at his disciple, and said:
"That's very good, but I can't trust a dead person. You are wary of all living people. You have no intersection with the world of living people. You plan a cruel and cold future with a completely frozen heart. How can you ask me to trust you?
?”
"Buzz"
Six bright mana shackles, exuding golden light and composed of endless undead runes, appeared on Khadgar, binding his body tightly to the violent power of the lich, and the cold magic power.
It erupted from the great lich, creating a howling storm in this small area.
The Staff of the Guardian in Khadgar's hand pointed at Medivh, and silver light bloomed in his eyes.
"You don't need to believe me! Pale words have no meaning."
"What you refuse to give me...I will take it with my own hands!"
"Lich Khadgar, hereby challenges you. Come on, Guardian Medivh, let you and I speak with our power!"
