As a gate connecting two distant planets among the stars, the opening of the Dark Portal is definitely not something that the orc warlock Gul'dan can do alone. In fact, this planet-level portal is connected in both directions, that is to say, in
At the same time that Gul'dan opened the portal, there was another guy in Azeroth who was no less powerful than him assisting him.
This person is Medivh Aegwynn.
Medivh has many titles. He is the most powerful astral mage in the wizarding world of Azeroth and the last guardian of civilization. Unfortunately, he died 2 years ago, after his best friend and his
In the hands of the only apprentice.
His best friend is Anduin Lothar, the human marshal of this battle, and his only disciple is named Khadgar... Yes, he is the guy who just escaped from Tyrion.
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Medivh is a very complicated person. Simple right and wrong cannot describe him. His legendary story will be described in detail later. In short, after Medivh's death, the key to his mage Tower Karazhan, which contains endless secrets,
There is a 90% chance that it will fall into Khadgar's hands.
This is why Tyrion stayed in the Death Knights for many months before waiting for this war. He knew that Khadgar would appear in this war. If he wanted to enter Karazhan, then this was something he could not miss.
opportunity.
"Bang"
The four corpses had just died, and there was not much death energy born in their bodies. Under Tyrion's instigation, the explosion swept away everything within a 5-meter radius of the two people. Disgusting flesh, flesh, and bones were splashed everywhere.
It's everywhere.
Tyrion stood in the explosion crater. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the flesh and blood on his shoulder. He stretched out his hand and stroked the blade of the black epee, and finally put a drop of blood on his fingertips. That was Card.
Added blood.
He put it under his nose and sniffed it, with a sinister smile on his lips.
"Your blood is so unique, it will guide me to your location, Khadgar, you can't run away!"
"Grokush, don't kill! Come with me!"
Tyrion got on his horse, shouted the name of his apprentice and only partner in his mind, controlled the horse's reins, and rushed out of the battlefield. The mages and soldiers who tried to resist along the way were stunned by his cold air.
The heavy sword chopped them down to the ground, and their blood was absorbed by Tyrion to replenish the death energy in his body.
Behind him, Grokush Blackhand waved a heavy steel scepter and chased Tyrion like a crazy beast. Wherever he went, there was a bloody storm.
The two men easily killed through the human position. It's not that they were invincible. In fact, the war had entered an anxious stage again. The magic offensive launched by the human mages was resolved by the death knight, and the humans and orcs had to fight.
Crazy hand-to-hand combat began again.
In this case, no one would care about the two guys trying to escape from the battlefield.
On the other side, not far from the battlefield, in the forest leading to the Arathi Highlands, Khadgar rushed out of the broken space in embarrassment. His robe was covered with blood, and he lay on the ground.
The robe on his left arm was torn apart by the explosion, and his arm was covered with hideous scrapes and frostbite.
"That's... what kind of monster is that!"
He stretched out his hand to wipe the smelly blood stains at the corner of his mouth. The pain in his body told him that during the previous battle, more than one plague-like thing had entered his body. While his body was cooling down rapidly,
His blood boiled strangely again.
"He is different from other black knights..."
Khadgar in his full state may not be weaker than Tyrion, or even stronger, but the problem is that releasing strategic magic makes him tired, and the death knight's attack method is too weird.
It's like an ancient hunter versus a soldier armed with a shotgun. The two may be equally powerful, but you can't expect the ancient hunter to dodge the guns and bullets he sees for the first time.
As the only disciple of the astral mage Medivh, Khadgar is definitely not weak.
Another reason is that Tyrion has fought against indigenous mages more than once in his gaming career. Academic mages like Khadgar, who came from a class and did not have much combat experience, Tyrion closed
You can see their fighting style just by looking at them.
Of course, if it were Khadgar 20 years later, Tyrion would definitely hide as far as he could. Khadgar, who had grown to his peak by then, was just like a real monster.
"Pa"
Khadgar supported his body with the staff in his hand. This black staff, engraved with an owl pendant and a red ribbon, is the staff of the guardian of his mentor Medivh. It is a powerful artifact, but
The current Khadgar cannot let it recognize it and cannot use its true power.
"Khadgar! Khadgar, are you okay?"
An old voice sounded in the communication rune Khadgar carried. The mage picked up the rune and coughed:
"Master Ansrem, I'm fine."
"Then come back quickly! The paladins of the Silver Hand helped us suppress the group of orc knights. We need to rearrange the magic circle to repel the damn orcs!"
"Yes! I'll try my best to get back."
He steeled himself and used his huge magic power to suppress the magical plague in his body. As a result, the teleportation technique was no longer possible. He could only quickly walk out of the forest and try to find the human stronghold closest to the battlefield.
And at the moment he rushed out of the forest, he happened to see a team rushing over from the Arathi Highlands. They looked like elf rangers conveying orders or supporting the battlefield. There were about 40 people in number, which happened to be
A combat organization for the High Elf Farstriders.
"Hey! Rangers, give me a ride!"
Khadgar blessed himself with a loudspeaker. He rushed towards the rangers quickly, and the rangers riding on Quel'dorei horses heard the cry for help. Their leader, a man wearing Farstrider armor,
A ranger with blond hair made a gesture, and a group of people stopped and looked warily at Khadgar, who was walking towards them.
"Human, who are you!"
Alleria looked up and down at the embarrassed human mage in front of her. His robe was stained with disgusting blood and minced meat, and his face was old, probably over 50 years old, and his hair was all ruined, but his eyes were...
But he is almost like a young man.
"My name is Khadgar. I come from Dalaran. I am being chased by an orc monster. Now I need to go and meet my companions. You are the rangers who support the battlefield, right?"
Khadgar said sincerely:
"Take me for a ride!"
"Selente, take him with you!"
Alleria didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, so she said coldly to the ranger captain beside her:
"If there is any movement, kill him!"
"Yes! Captain!"
This murderous order made Khadgar couldn't help but shrug, but as a mage, he still knew about these elves, and some of them were indeed not very humane.
And less than 5 minutes after Khadgar and the rangers set off again, they were forced to stop again.
In front of them, on the road leading to the battlefield, two figures wearing black armor, black helmets, and black hoods stood in front of them.
The moment he saw Tyrion, Khadgar's eyes tightened. He waved his staff, but in an instant, a ball of fire rushed towards Tyrion, and was killed by the latter with his heavy sword.
Chop into pieces.
But Tyrion's eyes did not fall on Khadgar. On the contrary, under the black visor, the ice-blue eyes were staring at the leader of the rangers, the blond hair, the hair on his face and arms.
There are women with blue war marks.
"Aurelia..."
Tyrion whispered her name in a voice that only he could hear. The sudden appearance of this old friend made his cold thoughts fluctuate for a moment, but the next second, his eyes turned cold.
In the flames of the chopped fireball, Tyrion pointed his heavy sword at Khadgar, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"Put down that human mage, Windrunner... I don't belong to the tribe, and I have no intention of being your enemy!"
"monster!"
Khadgar jumped from Ranger Serent's horse. He stood in front of the rangers with his staff in hand. He shouted loudly:
"This monster followed the dark knight of the tribe and slaughtered our mage. Don't listen to him, he is the lackey of the orcs!"
Hearing this, Alleria drew the bow from her back with her backhand. This action was like an order from the rangers. The next moment, more than 40 bows and arrows blocked all the dodge space for Tyrion and Grokush.
And just before Alleria's sharp arrow was shot, the dark knight whose face was covered suddenly said:
"Windrunner, do you want to know the final whereabouts of Tyrion Dawnblade?"
"Um?"
Alleria's movements stopped at this moment. Her eyes were fixed on the black knight in front of her. She could feel that dark and dark gaze staying on her for a moment.
"Give me the mage, and I will tell you Tyrion's whereabouts!"
Windrunner's expression changed at this moment, but in the end, her eyes became cold.
"Sorry, but he's dead!"
"Whoosh"
Sharp arrows pierced towards Tyrion. The next moment, flying arrows surrounded Tyrion and Grokush, but the sharp arrows pierced their bodies but could not stop their movements. Tyrion
Ang drove his horse towards the rangers, followed closely by Grokush.
"Black Hand, kill all those rangers! Leave that woman and the ranger captain to me!"
"Tyrion, don't be soft, otherwise... you will die!"
Grokush felt the hesitation of his companion, and he warned Tyrion in his mind. The steel scepter in his hand was beating with the luster of frost and blood runes, and a thick death magic shield appeared in front of him.
Like a heavy tank, it rushed towards the scattered rangers.
On the other side, under siege by Alleria, Khadgar and Serent, Tyrion was also caught in a fierce battle.
"Monster! Die!"
"boom"
Alleria and Serent used swords and sharp arrows to block Tyrion's charge, buying Khadgar time to cast spells. The freed mage finally burst out with the terrifying firepower that a mage should have.
In just an instant, three flying fireballs roared towards Tyrion. The latter swung his heavy sword to block the sharp arrows shot by Alleria, and then stretched out his hand to use the death grip to kill the charging Cetron.
Throwing it aside, when he turned around, the three fireballs could no longer be avoided.
"boom"
Tyrion, who was riding on his horse, was hit head-on by three fireballs. Both he and his horse were blown away by the violent explosion. His body rolled on the ground several times, and then he leaned on his heavy sword.
stood up from the ground.
He lowered his head, and saw that his war horse, which he had resurrected by his own hands, had been torn apart in the explosion, and his dark cloak had also been scorched, and even some of his carefully protected hair had been burnt.
This made Tyrion feel an unbearable rage in his heart. Death had taken away many things from him, and everything left behind was the most precious treasure to him.
"Whoosh"
The whistling sharp arrows stabbed towards his head, trying to pierce the skull of this dark monster.
"Kacha"
Tyrion raised his hand, and within a fraction of a second, the sharp arrow was firmly grasped in his hand and was broken in the next second.
His appearance was a little embarrassed, but at this time, he tilted his head and looked at Serent who was rushing towards him, and Khadgar who was hiding behind Alleria and hiding his spells. It was the anger of death, the kind of suppressed
, the hatred for the living finally broke out in his heart.
He let go of the hilt of the heavy sword in his hand, opened his hands, and scarlet blood runes exploded in his hands.
"Your blood... belongs to me!"
The hoarse voice sounded like a curse.
The charging Ranger Serente's powerful charge was out of shape in an instant. He rolled on the ground, his halberd fell to the side, and bright red blood spurted out along the cut wound on his arm, and
Behind Alleria, Khadgar's destructive magic that had reached its end was abruptly interrupted by the sudden burst of pain in his body.
The pale mage opened his mouth, and a stream of boiling blood spurted out from his mouth. The interrupted magic chant caused the accumulated magic power to explode, and at this moment, the mage's body was thrown several meters away.
Two different streams of blood gathered into blood balls in front of Tyrion's eyes, and then quickly turned into blood mist. Finally, Tyrion was sucked into his mouth. With the supplement of blood, the death energy in his body was quickly replenished, and together with it
His injured body also received some treatment.
"Hmm"
He opened his arms and let out a contented groan.
"Vampire blood...how delicious!"
Tyrion reached out and wiped the blood spattered on his neck. His eyes became hungry and crazy and fell on Alleria. He stretched out his fingers and whispered:
"Leave! Windrunner, think about the lives of your subordinates. This is your last chance to turn back..."
