As the purple magical light shone, Tyrion, holding something in each hand, returned to the closed rooftop on the top floor of Karazhan.
He looked like he had been through a big melee. The armor on his body had disappeared, leaving only a pair of barely complete trousers. The death knight's upper body was bare, and he looked like he had a dark and depraved aesthetic.
And in front of him, the closed rooftop that could barely be kept intact before was now torn apart by the crazy collision of magic powers, like the most tragic post-war ruins. Under the influence of the huge magic power, the scattered stones were torn apart in one piece.
This posture violates the rules of gravity, floating randomly on the platform that has lost its integrity, and looking at it, the platform seems to be no longer in Karazhan's original position.
It is no longer even within the scope of Azeroth. Around this platform, there is a cold and silent starlight.
It seems that while he was busy, Khadgar and Medivh were not idle either. The master and the apprentice started a big fight among the stars. As for the result.
Lord Dark Blade looked back at Khadgar, who was sitting on the chair behind him. His breath was weak, his magic power was beating chaotically, and even the six golden rune locks became dim... Obviously, in this master-disciple duel, he
Lost.
Tyrion looked back at Medivh, who was struggling to stand on the other side of the platform. The soul of this last guardian had become dim, and his magic power was dissipating rapidly. It was even difficult to maintain his own existence.
Under his robe, there was nothing where his feet were. Apparently, his soul also escaped quickly after suffering heavy damage.
"Oh, it seems you didn't win either."
Tyrion shrugged and threw the two things in his hands at Medivh's feet. He took out the extremely satisfied Demon Blade Apocalypse with his backhand, leaned on the ground, and introduced to Medivh:
"The one on the left is Ms. Magna Aegwynn, a living person who lived for 1,000 years. She died."
"The one on the right is Mr. Merry Dongfeng, a dead man who lived for almost 5,000 years. He is also dead."
He looked at Medivh and said calmly:
"Your small team has been broken up by me, and everyone related to you is dead. You see, you are really a broom star, Mr. Medivh, but since Khadgar has already lost, I think,
It's time for us to start the second rendezvous."
"Buzz"
The beating dark red energy blade pointed at the silent Medivh. After the body underwent a strange transformation, the death energy that Tyrion's body could hold further increased, and then evolved into another form.
That kind of tiny, faint lightning sparks looks very cool, and...dangerous!
"The Great Lord Tyrion of the Dark Blade Knights, Blade of the Dawn, challenges you, the last guardian, Medivh!"
Faced with this challenge, Medivh did not answer immediately. He bent down. In the rapidly escaping soul and magic, this action seemed very difficult. He knelt in front of the two corpses in a half-kneeling posture. He stretched out his hand.
, slowly closed Ms. Aegwynn’s lifeless eyes.
"I used to hate her very much. When I was young, in my memory, only my father accompanied me, Mr. Elland. He was very strict and strict, but every time after I completed the difficult lessons,
My father would always reward me and take me to have a feast at the best tavern in Stormwind City, the Golden Rose. Occasionally, he would also take Llane and Lothar, who were about the same age as me, to go hiking in the western wilderness. That was what I remembered.
The best part.”
Medivh's voice became a little weak due to the severe trauma. His fingers, which had also become illusory, touched Ms. Aegwynn's cheek and helped her wipe away the blood stains remaining on her face. There was a touch of sadness in his voice.
"And my mother, she rarely appears in front of me, one year, two years... I have seen her only a handful of times, and each time I meet her, it is so short that I have no time to appreciate maternal love.
I feel like she is stricter than my father. Every time she comes back, she will teach me taboo and strange magic. I hate those... I once hated my own inherent responsibility and power."
"Until, until the night I lost my father, the uncontrollable magic made me tear apart a third of the palace. My father died in the storm to protect me, and my mother fell into a coma after I
At the very beginning, I could feel that she was beside my bed. She looked at me helplessly, with tears dripping from her eyes. I had never seen her, who always looked serious and determined, so sad and helpless.
...She called my name over and over again, and finally, she broke down and confessed everything to me. She was as helpless as an ordinary woman, even more fragile."
"From that moment on, I forgave her."
Medivh withdrew his fingers and stood up. Manic magic gathered in the ruins of the platform. In the illusion of the stars, the angry guardian even caused the light of the stars to deflect.
He raised his head, his always wise eyes filled with anger. He stretched out his hand, and the Staff of the Guardian, which Khadgar had put aside, returned to Medivh's hand like a baby swallow returning to its nest.
A crazy spark of lightning danced around his body, filling the eyes of this lonely soul with lightning and thunder.
"But now, I have lost them! Because of you, because of you, this cold-blooded and heartless monster!"
He took a step forward, and silver-white arcs of electricity appeared from the edges of his eyes. He stared at Tyrion closely and pointed the staff in his hand at him:
"Tyrion Dawnblade, not as a guardian, but as the son of Magna Aegwynn and Nielas Ellan... I accept your challenge!"
"Revenge my parents who died in your hands!"
"boom"
Bright lightning sparks fell from the sky, illuminating the figures of Medivh who gave a try and Tyrion who charged forward with his sword. Khadgar, who was watching all this, the weak lich struggled to hold on to the wall and stood up.
He straightened his robes and bowed to the battlefield where magic and death collided crazily.
It's like the most solemn farewell.
"My mentor... have a good journey..."
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It is difficult to describe the process of this shocking battle. Medivh, as the last guardian, was guarded by Nielas Ellan, the best mage hunter in the Tiris Mystic Order and the guardian who had held the guardian magic for the longest time.
Aegwynn taught him at the same time, plus the period when the Dark Titan hid in his soul.
This rare experience made Medivh unparalleled in the world in terms of magical attainments. In fact, Medivh may be proficient in all magic systems in Azeroth, from the mysterious prayer magic of the night elves to the obscure magic of the druids.
Natural magic, to the vicious and strange witchcraft of trolls, or the exquisite spellcasting of the high elves.
Even elemental magic from the world of Draenor, fel magic from demons, and psychic magic from Nathrezim.
And he also has enough magic power to support him in releasing these weird spells that are completely impossible to appear on a person.
It was like being bombarded by an entire mage group in turn. In the violent whirlpool of magic, even if the death knight Tyrion was at full strength, he was like a duckweed in the wind, struggling to maintain his body in the strong wind, and then
Fight back.
"Bang"
The dark green lightning falling from the sky struck the Death Knight's shoulder like a knife. During the evil energy corrosion, his left arm was completely wrapped in the dark green scorching light, and the icy frost storm quickly tore the death knight apart.
The anti-magic shield held up by the knight swarmed into his burning left arm.
The ultra-high temperature flesh and blood was rapidly cooled by the extreme cold. The disastrous consequence was that the arm was torn apart piece by piece in the collision of the two forces, just like steel thrown into the cracks in the void.
split.
It can be called the most horrific punishment in the world.
"Buzz"
The magic blade in Tyrion's right hand rose and fell, cutting off the completely necrotic right arm before the tearing injury extended to the body. The death knight looked at the severed arm on the ground, and then looked at it again
Medivh existed in the sky like a demon in the magic storm. The latter's eyes were cold and heartless. There was no doubt that Medivh was torturing him in this way.
The huge magic power gathered by the desperate guardian can completely destroy Tyrion's body in an instant, but for a seriously injured soul, carrying such extreme pressure is equivalent to committing suicide quickly.
Medivh originally only had his legs disappearing, but now, his body has completely disappeared from the waist down, and the sparks of his soul are scattered in the starry sky, which means that Medivh is dying quickly, dying in the true sense.
"It's not over yet!"
Tyrion gritted his teeth, and the body mutation brought about by Kazzak's blood behind his back flapping the huge black wings, allowing him to rush out of the ground quickly, holding the magic blade in one hand, under the dark red light.
In the shroud, it cut through the oncoming magic and spells, just like sparks hitting the earth, slamming into Medivh's magic shield with his own body.
This very childish blow did not hurt Medivh at all. On the contrary, the death knight who collided head-on was restrained in the air by heavy magic power. Even the right arm holding the weapon was tightly imprisoned.
Medivh looked calmly at Tyrion, who was about to be crushed bit by bit by magic, and asked:
"Leave with me, Tyrion. Your disappearance is a blessing to this world. So I will only ask you, do you want to repent? Sinner!"
Tyrion raised his head with difficulty, his ice blue eyes looked at the dying Medivh in front of him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face:
"You are lonely, Medivh. You have no friends."
"Um?"
"But I do!"
Two bronze sparks flashed in the reflection of the death knight's eyes, burning like torches in the tide of magic rolled up by Medivh.
"I found a new friend, Medivh...This time, I invite them to come too."
"Witness the demise of the Guardian!"
"Click, click"
Two chains representing the power of time passed through the heavy magic tide, one on the left and the other on the right, and were buckled on Medivh's body. The full operation of the two bronze dragons allowed the power of time to fill Medivh's body at this moment.
Forcibly cutting him off from the magic storm he controlled.
Sephiel and Chromie didn't look relaxed. It was not easy to control the desperate guardian.
"Bang"
Without the shackles of his magic power, Tyrion fell to the cold ground in embarrassment, but the next moment, he stood up from the ground with the magic blade, carrying the buzzing Apocalypse, step by step towards the platform that was imprisoned by the time chain.
Guardians of the Edge.
As he advanced, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and the arc of the ferocious smile became more and more obvious on his cheeks, until he stood in front of Medivh, looking at those dark and stubborn eyes, he waved Apocalypse.
"Goodbye, Medivh!"
The next moment, the magic sword suddenly swung down, but at the same time, a cold palm rested on Tyrion's shoulder, and Khadgar's jerky voice:
"You promised me, Tyrion! You promised me!"
"Buzz"
Apocalypse's sword stopped on the neck of Medivh's soul, and it was only a hair away from completely destroying the soul's integrity. But in the end, Lord Darkblade sheathed his sword, and a trace of disgust and bloodthirsty flashed in his eyes.
But it quickly disappeared. He took a step back, let out a long breath like a living person, took out two black soul stones from the storage ring, and stuffed them into Medivh's Time Chain in front of him.
Then he stretched out his hand and pushed Medivh off the platform. Under the void of the platform was an endlessly spiraling bronze vortex, which was the vortex of time.
Tyrion raised his head and whispered to Chromie suspended in the air:
"For Mr. Khadgar's sake, give him a sweet dream and an ending as a Guardian."
"Mr. Medivh deserves a good dream...so, so be it."