It was getting late, and on this supposedly ordinary day, too many things happened on the land of Azeroth.
Family love, hatred, betrayal, killing, expulsion, chaos... Incomprehensible emotions, in different forms of expression, successfully turned the northern frontier of this world into a mess in one day.
On the surface, everything looks in order, but in reality?
Everything is in chaos... While the human empire is facing a life-and-death crisis, Dark Blade is also facing sudden internal fission. It is like two individuals that live together. Changes on one side will always cause a reaction on the other side.
Under this situation, the emperor of mankind has desperately begun to promote the final salvation of the empire, and the master of the Dark Blade finally stopped waiting and began to face the biggest uncertainty in the system he established.
But what is the outcome? This dispute, this dispute that has lasted for several years, whether it is internal or external, will be resolved tonight.
In the shining light of dusk, Tyrion's favorite mount, the Death Raven "Duke", slowly landed at the renovated gate of Karazhan. The Dark Blade King jumped off the raven, and he patted it.
The latter let out a hoarse neigh, then flapped its wings and flew out of the sky wrapped in magical mist.
Tyrion looked back and saw that the scenery of the Deadwind Pass was just as he had seen it before. No matter how drastic changes were in the outside world, the scenery here seemed to remain the same...but soon, changes would come here.
It is impossible for all the people who migrated from northern Xinjiang to be distributed in several areas of the Defias Federation. In addition, there are some races that are not suitable for contact with ordinary people, such as werewolves. It is necessary to arrange a relatively independent place for them.
reserved residential area.
So soon, the Defias Federation's sixth city-state will be established in the Swamp of Sorrows on the other side of the Deadwind Trail. It will be regarded as a new pioneering land for all farmers and merchants in the entire Federation, as well as
For those immigrants from Northern Xinjiang, Tyrion's plan is actually very clear. He has been trying to unite the world of Draenor and the land controlled by the Defias Federation.
To be honest, that small and peaceful world is in urgent need of new vitality...
However, before that, Tyrion must first solve the biggest trouble in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the tall dark spire in front of him. He took out the Ashbringer from behind with his backhand and walked forward. The closed door of Karazhan seemed to be
Sensing the arrival of the master, with a burst of gears and sparks beating, the door slowly opened. The dim light behind the door looked like the throat of some giant beast with its teeth open, filled with a touch of foreboding.
"So, did you know in advance that I would come?"
Tyrion walked into the entrance of the mage tower, and while quietly stepping on the stairs that spread upward, he said to himself:
"So, are you ready to say something?"
"Then give it a try, try using words, or something else, to save your life..."
Behind him, the endless cold darkness is spreading...
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"Follow me, Khadgar!"
Garona, who was wearing a pale mask, grabbed Khadgar's sleeves and tried to force him to the astral portal flickering behind. This was the "legacy" left by Medivh. This door was very
It is difficult to activate, but once activated, the user will be thrown into a place that the astral mage has explored.
Frankly speaking, this is definitely a life-threatening move, because among the stars, 99% of the areas are not suitable for life, and only the most desperate people will use this thing crazily.
"Please, I'm begging you."
Facing the great lich sitting indifferently on the chair without saying a word, the half-orc assassin Garona's voice was filled with tears:
"Come with me! You are no match for him. Don't risk your life here. Please, come with me. Let's go to other worlds and leave these messy things here."
"No, Garona."
There was not much emotion in Khadgar's silver eyes, like a real undead. He stretched out his cold hands and took off the mask on Garona's face. He showed a difficult smile and touched it gently.
Touching Garona's face, he said:
"Leave here... and never come back. No matter what the outcome is, the Khadgar in you will die tonight... I have fulfilled my final obligation to this world and this civilization, so no matter what happens before
No matter what the road is, I will accept it calmly."
"What about me?"
Garona's big eyes, which she inherited from the Draenei bloodline in her body, shone with a pleading. She knelt on the ground on one knee and looked at the great lich:
"What about your obligation to me? You can't just push me back to the human world. Do you know how happy I was when I learned that you still have real feelings? I thought our story would continue.
Go down, I thought..."
"Bang"
The door to the top room of Karazhan was completely opened by the dissipating black fire at this moment. In the violent dancing flames, Tyrion's figure appeared in front of the two people. He glanced at the expressionless Khadgar.
, and then looked at Garona who was kneeling on the ground, a cold smile flashed across his thin face, just like facing a friend, he said softly:
"Oh, child... What a touching love story. A shameless traitor, an assassin of darkness, can still flirt here when facing death," said Khadgar.
, why don’t you answer dear Garona?”
"Tell her that you love her... Then, I will tear your soul apart bit by bit in front of her... Then I will... let her go, as a tragedy for you
The ending of love..."
"Bang"
The dim Ashbringer clicked on the ground, and a beating phantom tore apart everything around it. Between the weird smell of the shattered potion, the torn tome and the flying dust, Tyrion
His eyes were extremely cold.
"I like this story, and I like the ending even more..."
"Shua"
The legendary dagger called the Kingslayer jumped into Garona's hands. The master assassin was like a reckless warrior at this time, blocking the silent Khadgar's eyes, her blue eyes
Staring at Tyrion, who was exuding murderous aura, she shouted loudly:
"I won't allow you to hurt him!"
"Tsk, tsk, what a paranoid love."
Tyrion did not take action immediately, he just looked at Khadgar, then at Garona, and said in a hoarse voice:
"You are full of lies! Garona Haverson, your hands are stained with blood. You have been working for liars and butchers all your life, but you think you are noble, you think you have a bottom line, you think your twisted love is above all else, you think this
You can offset your own sins, but look at you, you are trained to be a killing machine, with a restless heart of killing beating in your heart, come on, that is your instinct, an instinct that will never disappear."
The King of Dark Blade raised the Ashbringer. Between the heavy swings of the sword, a dizzying phantom of the blade danced on the black blade. He held the blade upright in front of his eyes, looking through both sides of the blade.
Looking at the orc assassin in front of him, he whispered:
"Look, your bills are dripping with blood, countless blood debts that you will never be able to repay... Now, do you think saving a lover who is no more noble than you can change anything?"
"Haha, that is the lowest form of love. I think you are just deceiving yourself! Seriously, has the person behind you ever said he truly loves you even once? Maybe you are also his tool? That kind of dark wisdom
, treats everyone as a pawn that can be played with, just like he betrayed me, he will send you to hell sooner or later...I am helping you, silly boy."
"I...love her!"
As soon as Tyrion finished speaking, a calm voice sounded from behind Garona. Khadgar stood up from the chair with the staff of the guardian. He stretched out his hand and moved Garona to the other side. He looked at
Tyrion, with the silver light flashing in his eyes, he said in a deep voice:
"This is between you and me, don't involve other people."
"It was you who got her involved, Khadgar, not me..."
Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared, and a black light grazed Khadgar's body. As the golden rune chain suddenly erupted from the Archlich, the Ashbringer's heavy sword slashed hard at the Archlich's guard.
On the body magic shield, nine sword shadows followed closely, slashing at every magic support point of the great lich magic shield from all directions with full force.
The dark red death energy collided with the cold magic power, just like sparks shining from the top of the mage tower. Just the first sword of the battle cut off two of the five pillars supporting the top secret chamber.
..This is just "saying hello".
"Bang"
After the magic support point was destroyed, Khadgar's protective shield shattered as the magic swayed, but the moment the staff in the archlich's hand touched the ground, a layer of brilliant violet light separated his body from Tai Lich's body.
Rayon's body was shrouded, and the magic power of the entire Karazhan Mage Tower flowed into the spell guided by Khadgar at this moment. The heavy pressure was like a closed ring, pulling the Archlich and the Dark Blade apart.
The king's body was completely swallowed into the purple light barrier.
Khadgar didn't want the aftermath of the battle between the two to destroy this mage tower that meant so much to him, and he didn't want Garona to be put in danger, so he adopted this almost suicidal approach.
Amid Garona's scream, the entire violet light curtain suddenly dissipated at this moment, and Khadgar and Tyrion were no longer in the hall.
"I didn't betray you!"
In another solid space, in the shadow of Tyrion's heavy sword flying all over the sky, the shout of the Archlich resounded through this strange space:
"I am loyal to the Dark Blade!"
"Bad joke!"
Tyrion responded, his figure moving in the space like black lightning. Behind the great lich, he raised the blade wrapped in dark red halo, and the deathly cold mixed with his body,
It is like a halo, enough to make any living being shrouded in it lose their life and be frozen in the frost.
"哐"
Pure arcane power, the blue-purple halo exploded under Tyrion's sword, and the huge impact pushed the Dark Blade King's body several meters away. When the light faded, Khadgar
Looking at the bone-deep scars on his arms, he frowned.
"listen to me..."
"Not interested!"
"哐"
Another sword cut, and the arch lich's figure seemed to be chopped into pieces by the sword blade, but that was just a boring illusion. As a lich with extremely strong sense of magic, for this kind of combat spell developed by the human archmages,
, Khadgar picked it up almost at his fingertips. He appeared on the other side and waved his staff. The aggregate of flames, ice, and energy roared towards the Dark Blade King in the form of a storm, but he couldn't even hit it.
The corners of Ryan's clothes were not touched.
"I can explain it!"
"Oh, after you die, I will listen quietly!"
It was another confrontation between language and offense and defense. This time Tyrion did not hold back. A surging halo of light flashed across the surface of the Ashbringer in his hand. The sword slashed upwards with a roar, and the sword blade surged with energy.
Like the sharpest energy blade, the energy separated from the sword body and roared towards the sky of the violet barrier. The dark blade shadow roared and danced behind the energy blade, like a sharp blade that enveloped the entire barrier in an instant.
Like a storm.
Nowhere to hide!
The silver light in Khadgar's eyes surged. He could see that each of these blade shadows carried powerful death energy. As long as it was touched, it would be frozen immediately. With Tyrion's attack speed,
As long as it is frozen, it means that the body will be broken. What's more, this astonishing Dark Blade King is currently studying the soul, which cannot be hidden from the Archlich.
"哐哐哐"
The Arch Lich flicked his fingers, and an obscure light danced throughout the space. The magic circle of "Death and Decay", a dual-system magic of cold and shadow that can only be used by the Lich, finally spread to every corner of the entire space.
During the burst of magic power, the sharp blades flying in the sky were intercepted by the magic power, or simply assimilated directly.
But before Khadgar could take a breath, a touch of cold death frost rose under his feet. The Lich raised his head. Tyrion, wrapped in black fire, seemed to have walked out of another space, ignoring death.
With the terrifying killing power and the suppression of magic power, the dark sword edge seemed to penetrate his body in the next moment. Khadgar had also heard about the creation of the Ashbringer, but he had never understood the true power of this sword.
And now, in just a few minutes, the Archlich Khadgar is about to be forced back by this weird Shadow Blade. Although he is still far from defeat, the pressure of the battle is getting bigger and bigger.
When Rayon wielded it, it was as if a dozen Dark Blade Kings were besieging him alone...
"It seems that you have lost your calm now and you can't listen to anything. I don't want to be like this, but..."
