Since thousands of years ago, the Tirisfal Council has been aware of the threats to the world from outside the territory, strange creatures from the stars, plagues caused by indulgent magic experiments, fission of space and the precarious mage order. This makes
Members of the Council of Tirisfal saw a chaotic future.
In that era, those who could join the Council of Tirisfal were all very powerful and rational mages. In order to prevent their wanton compatriots and threats from the stars, they gathered their power and knowledge together to create
A super mage is born!
He or she has enough power to defeat the invading enemy, enough power to create a deterrent of "order", and when any compatriot acts wantonly, he or she can appear as quickly as possible and stop it for a long time.
This created super mage is regarded as the guardian of human magical civilization. The increasingly powerful power he or she possesses, passed down from generation to generation, not only intimidates the magical world, but also intimidates secular civilization.
The Guardian of Tirisfal is a peculiar inheritance created under the typical thinking of mages. After years of inspection, the rigid mages will absorb the inheritor into the Council of Tirisfal after determining his mind and will.
and give the power that has been passed down for thousands of years to this trusted compatriot.
But the mages have ignored one thing... A person, a complete person, a person with his own emotions and thoughts, will change with the increase of knowledge and personal growth. The previous smooth inheritance may be because
Mages are very lucky, but no matter how lucky they are, after dozens of consecutive drawings, they will always draw a lottery ticket.
Magna Aegwynn, the female mage of Dalaran who was born 1,000 years ago, was the one chosen by the Tirisfal Council. Her unruly and very selfish behavior directly led to the inheritance of thousands of years.
The tradition of Tirisfal's Guardians was declared dead.
And the most terrible thing is that Aegwynn passed on the super powerful magic and knowledge she held to a very complicated successor, her poor son, who is difficult to judge whether it is good or bad.
"Boom, boom, boom"
Continuous explosions of magic sounded in the dark and mysterious reverse tower below Karazhan. With the help of the magic power from the mage tower itself, the old and weak Mage Aegwynn could barely block the arrogance, rudeness and roughness in front of him.
, a powerful death knight, with the violet magic thread wrapped around his body and blooming with strange light, the lady struggled to gather the magic power and threw arcane arrows one after another into the dark area in front of her.
Tyrion is like a shadow beating in the strange darkness. His speed is extremely fast. Even with the spirit of outsiders, he cannot lock the jumping and flashing position of the death knight. He is constantly breaking through the layers set by Aegwynn.
With a layer of magical shackles, he did not use brute force to try to resist the magic of the entire mage tower. This was a correct and cunning choice.
The death knight looked back at the undead who were blocked from the battlefield by magic. He moved in the darkness and peered behind the dark pillar of the reverse tower at the former guardian Aegwynn at the center of the dark area.
Even though she has lost the power of the Guardian of Tirisfal, her outstanding spellcasting skills and profound combat intuition are still there, making her a difficult enemy without a doubt.
"But what I'm more curious about is how long your body, which has aged and decayed over time, can withstand the infusion of Karazhan's violent magic? Is your will really as strong as steel? Ms. Aegwynn."
Tyrion's deep voice sounded in the darkness, and the next moment, a violent arcane arrow exuding purple magic hit the location where the voice appeared, which represented Ms. Aegwynn's response.
"Oh, it looks like you can last a long time...that's not good news."
The voice that made Aegwynn angry sounded again in the darkness behind him, with a hint of cunning and ridicule as if watching a movie from the back row.
"Calm down! Calm down, don't be disturbed by him! Magna, you can do it!"
Ms. Aegwynn cheered herself up in her heart. A trace of fatigue flashed in her sharp eyes, but the fatigue was erased in the next moment. The lady tightened her grip on the crystal staff in her hand and closed her eyes slightly.
, once again used his spirit to try to spread throughout the dark reverse tower to capture Tyrion's position.
"This is for Medivh! This is for my son..."
The old lady murmured to herself, and at the same moment when her spirit captured an illusory will, Tyrion's annoying voice sounded again:
"You have traveled in time for 1,000 years, so tell me, Ms. Aegwynn, have you ever seen all the forces in the world unite to fight against one enemy?"
"boom"
The explosion of arcane arrows exploded behind the death knight. He wandered leisurely in the darkness, reached out and took out something from the storage ring. He squinted and looked at the person holding on in the center of the reverse tower space.
Aegwynn, he said softly:
"Have you ever seen a proud elf and a humble goblin stand together and fight for the same goal together?"
"boom"
"Have you ever seen all human beings abandon the prejudices of country and blood and form an indestructible whole, gathering all their strength into one place, that kind of unstoppable! That kind of invincible?"
"boom"
"Have you ever seen that when the world is threatened, the creatures raised by it can go on to save their world with shocking self-sacrifice and noble will?"
"boom"
"Have you really seen the end of life? Have you really seen the tragic situation where a fragile order collapses under heavy pressure, people lose hope, and even begin to desire self-destruction?"
"boom"
"Oh, it seems you haven't seen it! Of course you haven't seen it..."
When Aegwynn's hands gathered another ball of violent magic, a flash of light flashed in the eyes of the death knight. He threw the cold thing in his hand towards Aegwynn. The archmage subconsciously waved his hand when he felt something flying over.
, a group of violent magic arrows accurately hit the surface of the black crystal that flew over.
"Click"
A crack opened on the surface of the black soul crystal. The next moment, its integrity was completely destroyed. A ray of wandering soul was awakened by this heavy blow. His fragile ghost body was almost completely destroyed by the violent attack.
The magic was covered and twisted, and he should have let out a miserable howl, but he didn't. He just looked at the desperate wife in front of him tenderly in the severe pain of soul tearing.
Just before Nielas Ellan's soul was swallowed up by the violent magic, he said to Aegwynn:
"Go! Go quickly! My beloved, you...you can't stop that monster!"
"No! Elam! Elam!!"
Seeing herself destroying her husband's soul with her own hands, Magna Aegwynn's eyes were full of pain. She was almost desperate and subconsciously reached out to save her husband's soul that was torn apart in the magic storm, but
At the moment when the magic line lost control, the buzzing magic blade flashed out from the darkness behind, and the purple magic shield almost collapsed at the touch. In the pain of blood splattering, the ferocious blade pierced Aegwynn's body.
Her abdomen almost lifted her entire body off the ground.
The front end of the blade pierced into the magic storm in front of Aegwynn, and the soul of Nielas Ellan, who had collapsed, was greedily swallowed into the sword body again.
"puff"
Tyrion waved his hand casually, and Aegwynn's severely injured body was thrown off the blade, rolling awkwardly on the ground, and finally hit the pillar in front of her. A hideous and terrifying blood trail appeared on the ground where she rolled.
, the robe on her abdomen had been completely torn open, and the hideous wound that penetrated her body... Unfortunately, it was a fatal wound.
"Da, da, da"
Black combat boots dotted with artistic skulls and thorn patterns rubbed against the bloody ground. In Aegwynn's consciousness, which had begun to blur, she saw Tyrion squatting in front of her, using his ice blue pair of boots.
Colorful eyes stared at her.
There was a touch of curiosity and a touch of scrutiny in those eyes, and the rest was all indifference.
"Of course you haven't seen the whole world unite, but I have."
The Death Knight looked at the Archmage in front of him, whose soul and body had been torn apart by Apocalypse, and he said softly:
"I have seen the not-too-distant future. Faced with the death craze I have set off, they will definitely unite and gather all the remaining strength in despair to try to defeat me, but they will undoubtedly fail... You see
, Khadgar slightly revised my plan, he is a truly smart man."
"He saw the future of this world, and he wanted to use this method to leave the spark of civilization to the world. Even after he died, he still placed his hope on the living. And I, I will never believe in the cowardly living.
, I will not put my hope on them, but I still agreed to the plan proposed by Khadgar. After all, different paths lead to the same goal."
Tyrion stood up, holding the magic sword behind his back with both hands. He stared at Aegwynn coldly:
"Every counterattack by a united civilization will make death stronger. I have no reason to reject such a future. Why are you looking at me like this? Do you think I took advantage of Khadgar? No, no, no...
We are just cooperating. Although we want different things, what we do is exactly the same, and that’s enough!”
"Ahem"
Aegwynn breathed hard, opened her mouth and spurted out blood with ice slag, and a trace of hatred and disgust flashed across her blood-stained face:
"You could have defeated me easily! Why did you let me hurt Elan with my own hands?"
This question made Tyrion tilt his head. He thought for a moment, then looked at Aegwynn, whose face was full of hatred. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he whispered:
"I...I just want to see your desperate look..."
"Seriously, that would be so much fun!"
"Buzz"
The crescent-shaped magic blade slashed through the air, stabbing down mercilessly. In the weak sense of the blade piercing the body and tearing flesh and blood, a trace of blood splashed on Tyrion's cheek. He reached out to touch the blood stain and looked at it again.
Seeing Aegwynn at his feet who had completely lost his soul and life, he shrugged, drew out his magic sword, and turned around to leave.
Aegwynn's soul is resisting. In this case, even if she is transformed into a lich, she will become another troublesome Khadgar. Tyrion knows very well that the great lich Khadgar has another problem in his heart.
After thinking about it, I found that he and I were not completely of the same mind.
This is very embarrassing, and Khadgar has already caused enough troubles. Tyrion doesn't want to cause more troubles in his hands... But after all, this kind of thing will not follow the rules.
That's his idea.
When Tyrion followed the hidden stairs and was about to leave the dark underground tower, the light of the beating teleportation spell lit up in the darkness, and then a large ball of magic storm hit the death knight inexplicably.
body, smashing him off the stairs, and being torn apart by violent magic, he was blasted into a cold pool filled with corpses.
"boom"
A ball of water splashed wantonly in the dirty pool, as if a big explosion was caused underwater.
"You! The disgrace to the high elves! Slaughterer! Torturer! Tyrant! You bastard who deserves to be killed a thousand times!"
A hoarse and hollow voice sounded in the darkness, with a touch of hatred and irritability:
"I should have killed you when we first met... Look what you've done! You killed Aegwynn and Elam! God, you're ruining our career! That's just and
Great cause!"
"Pa"
The water-stained gauntlets were clasped on the edge of the pool. The next moment, Tyrion jumped out of the pool, wet and embarrassed. He looked at the figure who appeared in the reverse tower in front of him, who was wearing a white robe.
The face is withered, but the necromancer who once had a handsome appearance can still be vaguely seen.
That was Merry Dongfeng, whom we had met once before. He was the first undead to die 3,800 years ago. It was said that he was also a close friend of Magna Aegwynn and Nielas Ellan.
"哐"
The armor torn by magic was thrown to the ground casually. Tyrion, who was only wearing a facial expression shirt, looked at the violent undead archmage in front of him. The muscles behind him trembled strangely. Soon, two twisted masses of flesh and blood appeared on the ground.
The back was bulging, and in the surprised eyes of Merry Dongfeng, a pair of huge, cold demon wings wrapped in darkness appeared behind Tyrion between the flying flesh and blood.
It flapped, and then covered the death knight's body like a shield.
"You are a dangerous opponent, so I think I have to use some super-limited power. You see, the blood of the great demon Kazak contains strange power, and it changed me..."
Tyrion's voice became trembling, as if he was suffering from some strange pain:
"I don't like this feeling. The demon's blood is changing my body, and every time I use it, I feel...anger!"
"boom"
When the death energy exploded, Merry Dongfeng felt as if he was hit head-on by a fast-moving train. His whole body flew backwards. After using the flash technique twice in a row, he finally found his way onto the broken pillar.
Standing still, he looked at Tyrion, who was now covered in dark red lightning, and with his wings spread out, he looked like a real demon.
"I heard that there is a fear devil sealed in your body? Cassanatil?"
