When being forced into the final corner by Tyrion, feeling the undisguised killing intent of the Dark Blade King, the helpless Archlich whispered.
The next moment, the huge magic energy that made up the space, the huge magic energy from around the Karazhan Magic Tower, exploded in one, and the thick magic power gathered into a purple chain of light, extending from an invisible place, tightly buckling.
On Tyrion's hands, feet, and even his body, among the criss-crossing chains, the Dark Blade King seemed to be thrown into a cage of endless chain reorganization, and his body was forcibly sealed.
It is not difficult for the Lich to control the magic power of the entire Karazhan at once, but it is a bit difficult to maintain this space in the aftermath of the battle between the two. The great witch's body is entangled with six golden rune chains.
The demon looked at the Dark Blade King, the silver light in his eyes was beating, and he said in a deep voice:
"Please listen to me! Please suppress your anger! I... did not betray you!"
Tyrion, who was imprisoned by the huge magic power, raised his head, and a fierce light shined in his ice-blue eyes:
"Whether you have betrayed or not can only be determined by the judge... It's a pity..."
"Buzz"
A huge, twisted, torn curtain-like darkness rose from Tyrion's body, and his eyes turned pure black at this moment. The Archlich realized that something was wrong, but when he tried to turn the magic
At that moment, an illusory dark beast roared and broke out of the shackles of the magic chain.
The roaring sound directly vibrated the great lich's tough soul, just like the most powerful banshee's howl, causing his connection with magic to be forcibly interrupted at this moment.
The dark beast danced in the air, leaving smoke-like dust light wherever it went. Like a predatory snake, it quickly wrapped the body of the great lich with dark catkins, layers of silk threads.
The hole penetrated the body and soul of the Archlich. In his silver eyes, the dark beast floating in front of him was Tyrion's illusory face.
"Click"
The claws composed of the power of the soul clasped on the soul under the body of the great lich. In front of the lich, the dark fluff almost enveloped the entire arcane space. Tyrion looked at Khadgar in front of him like an indifferent god.
, he didn’t need to speak, his voice sounded directly in the soul of the great lich:
"I am your judge...I don't know how long it takes you to save a soul, but I only give you...30 seconds!"
"Now, speak! I'm listening."
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"I used to be an idealist. Like you, I dreamed of protecting the order of the world and making the world and civilization develop in a better direction. After joining the Kirin Tor, I was even sent to Medivh as a sacrifice.
When I was young, this somewhat naive idea was always supporting me."
"Even when Medivh's curse made me human and ghost, I used this rhetoric to convince myself..."
Khadgar, whose soul was strangled, summarized the first half of his life in a calm voice, and before his eyes, Tyrion, who had separated from his body and appeared as a pure soul, had no fluctuations in his illusory eyes.
"25 seconds!"
This voice made Khadgar shrug. The Archlich didn't seem worried about his current state. He continued talking as if the urging countdown didn't exist.
"But as my power grows, I see a lot of things and meet a lot of people, including Medivh, you, Sephiel, Danas, and Orgrim. Everyone has their own beliefs, and everyone has their own beliefs.
I have my own plans for the world. Different thinking will cause collisions, and collisions will lead to disasters. I began to realize that no matter what ideas, trains of thought, or plans, they cannot be perfect."
"So, like many people, I became a realist after my dreams were shattered. Yes, after you resurrected me, I looked at all this with a more calm mind, and then I realized one thing: except
Beyond diplomacy, cooperation, compromise, deceit, cajoling, and bragging, building a better world often means tearing down the old, and then there will be enemies.”
"This is your idea, your plan. This is the most extreme of all the thinking I have ever seen, but it is also the most likely to be realized. I have seen what you do, and you are not a big talker.
, so I am willing to dedicate myself to it.”
"20 seconds! You're talking too much nonsense!"
Tyrion said coldly, but Khadgar didn't care. He spent one third of the last 30 seconds of his life to set the stage. At the next moment, his eyes looked at Tyrion, and the silver light in his eyes danced.
Up:
"But you are contradictory, Tyrion Dawn Blade. You set a bottom line for us. While letting us change the world, we will not fall into the monster's mind. But only you! It should be
You, the most determined executor, are contradictory!"
"I can feel the worry in your heart and a touch of fear about the future. You pretend to be full of confidence, but in fact, you yourself cannot predict what the results of everything you implement will be in the future. You
I feel that there is endless ugliness and ignorance hidden under the surface of this fantasy world. That is what I see. You hope that the fire of wisdom and civilization will envelope every life! That is also what I want to do."
"But you have to make a choice, you have to obey your inner desires or make a noble sacrifice, just as you know very well that you can't have light and shadow at the same time, you can't be a savior and also
A tyrant who destroys everything!"
"You have to make a choice! But I can feel the wavering in your heart... You allowed the Death Lords to do their own thing and allowed conflicts between them to arise. After the devil came, you arranged for each Death Lord to
On the worst battlefield... I saw it!"
"15 seconds!"
Tyrion's voice came again, Khadgar's tone did not even change, he was expressing his inner feelings:
"Saurfang will meet his son, Danath will face the last Trollbane besides him, and even Daelin, Daelin will face the most painful choice in the war. Do you want to make the most painful choice in the war?"
What do you want to see? Tyrion...are you forcing them to choose between the Dark Blade and their own feelings?"
"You won't do this, right? You are conveying a hidden meaning to humans in this way, that life and the undead can coexist... You keep saying that I am a traitor, no, Tyrion, you are the one
You are the biggest traitor in the system you built with your own hands!"
"Because you don't want to see the civilization you put your hope in, which is more fragile than the Dark Blade, but has a bright future, being shattered by your own hands! Admit it, under the cold and ruthless appearance, you have a heart
A heart that is hotter than anyone else... What have I done? I just did what you can't do and won't do... I just gave that civilization the hope and key to the future."
"10 seconds! You finally admitted your betrayal!"
Tyrion's claws on Khadgar's soul tightened. On this level of pure soul confrontation, Khadgar was no match for him, especially after Archimonde's soul fragments were transformed into his soul.
after.
"Betrayal? Whatever you say."
Khadgar's expression was very indifferent, and he let out a sigh of relief:
"As you told me, a fragmented civilization can only truly unite in the face of a powerful enemy, and then burst out all its potential and hope, and completely end the stupid internal friction. The human empire needs Dark Blade, but Dark Blade also needs
The Human Empire... Without the threat of the Human Empire, the conflicts between the Death Lords will eventually bury this system."
"The survival of the undead is not the key, but the immature civilization protected by the undead, everything in the Defias Federation, that kind of civilization that has never appeared in this world, and that is not the civilization that should be born in this world's environment...
.A pure mechanical civilization, tell me, Tyrion, after you died, your soul must have had a wonderful journey. You saw the gesture of this civilization from other places, so you moved it
come over."
There was a hint of joy and ridicule in the Archlich's voice:
"However, it is not suitable for Azeroth, at least not completely suitable. You have also discovered this, right?"
"You feel that the native magical civilization of Azeroth is not enough to support the future of this world, but reconstruction is much easier than correction. You chose to rebuild by breaking everything, and what about me? I think our civilization can still be saved.
After a while, I chose correction. I believe that with the threat of the Dark Blade, this path of correction will not be so difficult. To be honest, I am looking forward to what the new empire will look like in the future."
"The most important thing is, as I told Lothar, this corrected civilization is a way out for the future of this magical world. Only with continuous healthy competition between the two civilizations can the future of this world be
Full of hope, I just complete your plan for the future of the world, and you're welcome."
The big lich closed his eyes, as if he was talking in sleep, and on his pale and thin face, he also showed the hearty smile that he had when he was a living person:
"That's all I have to say. I have never betrayed the ideals of Dark Blade. I will even take the initiative to defend this great ideal, even at the cost of everything... Maybe I should discuss it with you before I act, but it is very difficult for me to do so.
It's a pity... you never ask for our opinions on this kind of matter, but we are all travelers walking on the road to greatness. Maybe in the future, you should learn to listen to other people's ideas... even if it is just as a reference.
"
"I'm sorry about what happened to Alleria, but I can guarantee that it was not my doing...it was someone else, and this time, after my death, these dissidents in the shadow of the Dark Blade
The elements will follow the path I planned for them and completely break away from the Dark Blade system... They will think that we have become weaker, but there is no... After the fission, the Dark Blade will become stronger... more united.
.”
"This is the last thing I can do for the system I am loyal to... We have actually been walking on the same road, my lord, but we have reached the same destination by different paths. It is quite boring to always play the game of crushing. If
If I have to say something, I can only say that I injected new vitality into the game and made it fairer and more fun."
"Of course, I have done something wrong and I will naturally be punished. I am willing to accept the punishment...Finally, I am honored to work with you..."
"Time is up..."
Tyrion clasped his fingers expressionlessly, and with a sound like a crystal shattering, the body of the Archlich Khadgar began to weather rapidly. After the soul separated from the dead body, this long-dead body
It also became decayed.
Like quicksand being piled up, the moment Tyrion's soul returned to his body, all traces of Archlich Khadgar's existence in this world were completely erased.
The six golden rune chains became dim, and then clattered to the ground in this space. Tyrion stepped forward, picked up the chains, and then found a silver ring among the ashes.
He put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. At this moment, the Dark Blade King's face was extremely calm, but the anger in his eyes did not subside.
"I can smell the stench in your soul. You made a contract with Bwonsamdi. I will not give up your soul to him so easily. You will not welcome Bwonsamdi until I deal with it."
Come to the final judgment!"
Black flames surged in Tyrion's palm, and the power of the soul was wrapped around this silver ring. This was the phylactery of the Archlich, but at this time, Tyrion used his own soul to completely seal it.
The senses of the outside world have been sealed, just like a death row prisoner trapped in a cage, waiting for the final verdict.
"And, don't guess what I'm thinking...although what you said makes some sense."
"Wow"
The violet barrier suddenly shattered at this moment. Garona looked at Tyrion's figure. She looked around for traces of her lover, but she could never find the calming breath. Driven by the extreme pain in her heart,
, this half-orc assassin let out the sharpest scream.
While waving the two daggers, she rushed towards the Dark Blade King like a warrior, and then Tyrion strangled her neck with one hand and slammed her against the wall beside her.
"Hold it."
The Dark Blade King put the silver ring into Garona's pocket, and he said in a strange and low voice:
"Khadgar is finally home..."
"Let him have a good sleep. When he wakes up, it will be when he really dies... But maybe, in the last journey of life, with you accompanying him, he will not be too lonely...
"
After saying that, Tyrion picked up the golden chain in his hand and left the hall on the top floor humming a gloomy and strange ditty as if he was going crazy. Garona stupidly took out the silver ring from her pocket and put it in her hand.
In front of her eyes, a moment later, she seemed to feel something. She held the ring firmly in her hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, and let tears gush out of her eyes feebly.
Standing at the entrance of Karazhan, Tyrion raised his head. The dim halo above the head of the headwind path was quickly converging into the cracks in the tower. It seemed that Khadgar's "death" activated his stay in this tower.
There is something in the tower, and perhaps soon, the entire Deadwind Pass and Duskwood will usher in a new light and destiny.
The Dark Blade King moved his wrist and called his mount in his soul. He is very busy now.
His old friend Lothar was leaving, and he had to give him a ride...
