37. The Day of Disaster is Coming (Part 2)---For Penny Baby【6/7】
In the Dark Blade Legion, the relationship between the Dark Blade King and the Archlich is very complicated.
As superiors and subordinates, the communication between Tyrion and Khadgar always maintains a "normal" relationship, mixed with the rules of respect, obedience, execution and feedback, but between personal friendships, the relationship between Dark Blade
The King and the Archlich were far from friends, at least compared to the hand-picked Death Lords, Tyrion's relationship with Khadgar was cold.
But the existence of the Archlich is very necessary.
For example, before Khadgar joined, the death knights of the Dark Blade Legion used a total of 12 necromancy rune combinations. After Khadgar joined, the number of necromancy rune combinations with various special effects increased rapidly.
The number has been increased to 53, which greatly enhances the ability of lower-level knights to cope with various environments.
For another example, if you recruit qualified lower-level undead, according to the former speed of the now depleted Auchindoun Necropolis, you can recruit 400 lower-level undead a day. But now, just a small cemetery, the recruitment speed has reached the same speed.
The limit is 2,000 people per day.
Khadgar is a rare thinker, especially in the field of obscure research related to magic and energy, as well as the basis and essence of power. He alone can match the rest of the entire Dark Blade Legion. He has become the Dark Blade Legion.
He is an inseparable and important part of the Blade Legion, and the combat effectiveness of the Dark Blade Warlock Group commanded by him is also steadily increasing.
The Warlock Corps of the Dark Blade Legion even has a hint of a black magic base camp in the southern Xinjiang region, attracting many deviant humans to join it.
Therefore, regardless of their inner thoughts, Tyrion showed great restraint towards the Archlich in formal occasions. He never interfered with Khadgar's research, and Khadgar never let Tyrion
I was disappointed, the only time I was disappointed was in the Battle of Donggu...that was the only time I was disappointed.
So at this time, when faced with Khadgar's problem, Tyrion did not hide much. In fact, when it comes to understanding the magic sword Frostmourne, there is probably no one in the world who has a deeper understanding of it than Tyrion.
"first!"
Under the gaze of the great lich, Tyrion stretched out a finger and waved it in front of their eyes:
"First of all, Frostmourne does not turn the slain into a death knight. It is just an energy converter that converts the energy in the body of the deceased into death energy in a weird way, and then controls it through soul fragments. In other words,
If I want to transform a knight, I must kill him personally and extract his soul, and this process may fail, and for me, it is a very waste of time."
"Secondly, Frostmourne's control over the soul is not perfect, especially for those powerful, high-level undead with a spirit of resistance, such as any death lord in the Dark Blade Knights. I can guarantee that Frostmourne will
We can't control them, at least not for a long time. As long as the sword holder's will is slightly disturbed, the high-level undead will flee immediately."
As Tyrion spoke, he shook his head and said with some disdain:
"And the most important thing is that there are too many souls stored in Frostmourne. Once a soul escapes, more than one soul will escape. Only for those low-level undead, Frostmourne can achieve 100% control. The problem is,
I don’t need it, I can also achieve complete control over low-level undead... Do you understand what I mean?”
"Yes, I understand."
The Archlich snapped his fingers:
"You don't have any use for Frostmourne anymore, and it sounds like you don't like that sword. Can I ask why?"
"It's very simple."
Tyrion picked up a glass of blood wine and shrugged at the Archlich:
"That sword is made of ice. It is easily broken when hit by a huge bombardment... It is not a long sword used for battlefield killing at all, nor is it a reliable weapon that I like. I have found a replacement for Apocalypse.
And if I'm lucky enough, maybe this time I can get a second alternative weapon."
He looked into the silver eyes of the great lich, with a playful smile on his lips:
"But if you are interested, I can actually find a way to get the sword and give it to you, but in exchange... you may have to pay a lot, and you don't know that Ner'zhul's control of the Undead Scourge is more than just
Relying on Frostmourne, there is also a special helmet... the Helm of Dominance, a magical evil weapon, its effect is more important than Frostmourne, which is similar to a large "soul furnace"."
"As long as you abandon some insignificant things, you can make thousands of souls work for you and become the true master of souls. Do you... want it?"
Tyrion's strange voice made Khadgar's eyes move. After looking into the eyes of the Dark Blade King for a few seconds, the Archlich calmly looked away and coughed slightly:
"I'm very interested, but I believe that anything powerful is dangerous. I'm very satisfied with my current life, and I don't really want to change it, I'm serious."
"But everything will change, Khadgar. Nothing in this world is eternal. As long as you take a few more steps forward, everything will change."
Tyrion snapped his fingers, and a low chirping sound came from the window. A moment later, the ghost owl Moon Claw, which had not appeared for a long time, flapped its wings and flew into Tyrion's mansion, like a gentle voice.
Like a pet, he folded his wings and landed on the shoulder of the Dark Blade King. Tyrion stretched out his hand and placed a complete soul stone in the palm of his hand.
The ghost owl put its cute face on Tyrion's face, slid it up and down, then used its sharp beak to hold the soul stone, and flew out quietly, disappearing into the darkness outside the window.
middle.
The Archlich calmly watched the ghost pet he had almost never seen disappear into the night. Behind him, the voice of the Dark Blade King once again recalled:
"I always say, I'm staring at you. Sometimes it's a joke, sometimes it's true... Moon Claw has a special ability. It can freely switch between ghosts and entities, and you also know that the owl
This creature is very strange. When it hunts, it doesn't make even a little sound. If it doesn't want other people to see it, then no one can see it."
"I have had it for 7 years. It is my eyes. Many times, it will tell me all the "interesting" things..."
The Arch Lich's fingers tightened at this moment, and Tyrion seemed to be joking. He took a sip of the blood wine, without even looking at the Arch Lich, and whispered:
"Human life is very short. In fact, the life of the undead is not long either. One day, we will be tired of all this and return to eternal peace. Whether it is you or me, it is the same... So, do something wrong.
It is understandable, after all, whether it is life or the life brought by death, there is only one time, but the premise is that there are some things that cannot be done during this one-way trip...I mean..."
"Khadgar, are you hiding anything from me?"
The Dark Blade King's voice suddenly turned into an unusually calm tone at this moment. The silver light in the eyes of the great lich with his back turned to him became extremely active at this moment. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
, but in the end, he shook his head.
"No, there isn't."
"Very good, we just need to be honest with each other in order to have a happy cooperation."
The Dark Blade King waved his hand:
"Go do your own thing, Khadgar. I'm looking forward to the arrival of the "Disaster Day". It will be a new dawn. It will be the greatest contribution I can make to this world..."
"."
The Arch Lich did not use the portal this time, but walked out of Tyrion's mansion step by step. Under the shining stars above the Midnight Garden, the Arch Lich's figure disappeared into the walkway of the garden, and the shadow was scattered on the path, making it appear that
So lonely.
Behind him, above the mansion, the Dark Blade King stood quietly by the window holding a glass of blood wine. He watched the Archlich leave until his figure completely disappeared, and the wine glass in Tyrion's hand also disappeared.
At this moment, he was quietly crushed into powder by huge force.
"Then let's see, Khadgar...see what you are doing all this for..."
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The dawn sun is always the most punctual clock. In the distant city of Gilneas, the famous physician Mr. Wolfe Wallace opened his eyes with difficulty between the two beautiful bodies.
Last night was another crazy night, but thanks to the werewolf's abundant energy, he could still maintain plenty of energy despite the excessive drinking and sex. He yawned and leaned over his little darlings.
After a gentle kiss, he put on his pajamas, yawned, and walked to the living room, ready to have some breakfast and start a new boring day.
After staying in Gilneas for several years, Wolff seems to have adapted to this pace of life. This city, like this country, actually has a unique kind of laziness under its rigid appearance. If it weren't for the recent intensification of werewolves,
In the event of a disaster, this country would be a great place to retire.
And just when Dr. Wolfe returned to the table with coffee, his leisurely movements suddenly stopped. On the table in front of him, in the center of the mahogany table, was a crystal clear Apex.
The communication stone is placed there quietly.
Dr. Wolfe was certain that this thing did not belong to him. It must have been placed here by someone who could hide his super werewolf senses at some point during his wild life last night.
This made Dr. Wolf feel a slight chill on his neck. If the stalker could quietly put down the crystal in his living room and then leave leisurely, that meant that he or she could also easily
of taking Wolfe's head in his sleep... or something.
But worry comes after worry, fear comes after fear, Dr. Wolfe immediately picked up the communication stone, activated it, and put it to his ear. The hoarse voice that came from it made all the hair on Wolfe's body stand on end.
When he woke up, it was obvious that he knew who that person was... He knew what that person meant in today's human empire.
And that voice was very simple, it was an order... an action order, which meant that his leisurely spy career was coming to an end. He would perform one last mission and then return to where he came from, his true "home".
Wolfe destroyed the communication crystal in his hand. He stood in the living room, looking at the home where he had lived for several years with some nostalgia. He even reached out and touched every piece of furniture in his hand. He had worked with many people whom he could not name.
Miss Gentle has spent wonderful time on these furniture, and every time she comes back here, she will have a relaxing feeling, as if she has returned to a real, warm, safe nest.
But in the end, Wolfe stood in the center of the living room. After taking a deep breath, all the nostalgia in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of eagerness to try.
"Wolves shouldn't have a family..."
"Click"
After five dim rays of light flashed across Dr. Wolfe's favorite vase, the pieces were scattered smoothly on the corner of the table like fruit cut open by a sharp knife. He hummed an unknown ditty, opened the closet, and took out
He took out a small dress, dressed himself up in front of the full-length mirror, and used some hairspray to make himself look no different from the prodigal doctor he usually was. Finally, he picked up his briefcase and opened the door.
The carriage of the Gilnean royal family was already waiting for him at the door of the clinic.
The handsome doctor said hello to the waiter, and then got into the carriage. Amidst the low neighing of the Gilnean Highland horses, the carriage slowly moved forward. Today is the day when Dr. Wolfe goes to the Gilnean palace to diagnose diseases for dignitaries.
, and five days later, it will be the time for consultation between him and His Majesty Jean Greymane.
The king of Gilneas has been ill recently, and as a physician hired by the royal family, Dr. Wolfe naturally has the responsibility. In the bumpy carriage, Dr. Wolfe opened his briefcase.
The bag he carried was filled with potions of various colors and unknown effects, as well as several exquisite silver syringes.
Dr. Wolfe blinked, reached into the bag in front of him, took out a thumb-sized bottle of green medicine, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. In the light reflected by the glass bottle, the doctor saw his own eyes.
Those are yellow eyes...like wild beasts...like wolves!
