Death, a cruel word, represents the end of life, those beautiful things in life, those memories that are enough to remind people of a lifetime, those useful or useless footprints, those yearning for the future and the past that represents existence,
They will completely lose their luster and meaning at a certain point.
This node is when death comes.
But even the same death has many different manifestations, sometimes heroic, sometimes gentle, sometimes peaceful. But in fact, the death of most lives will not have a substantial impact on the world, but there is always something
The arrival of some deaths will make the world feel sad, sad, and painful.
The passing of great men...that's exactly what happens.
The battlefield in Whispering Harbor was in a mess. During the final collision between the Dark Blade King and the Human Emperor, even though most of the power of both sides was leaning on each other's bodies, the ones that escaped still easily destroyed less than half of them.
A battlefield.
Once their strength reaches their level, once they let go to fight, it will be almost like a natural disaster.
But at the moment when the victory was decided, Tyrion still couldn't let go of Lothar's calmness. He stretched out his hands to cover the wounds on his body that were torn and burned by the War Destroyer. He said:
"Lotha, Medivh has told you everything about the future. You know what the world will face in the future... Your choice should not be like this. With your vision and wisdom, you should be my best
allies."
"But in the end, like your ignorant people, you chose a short-sighted path. Frankly speaking, this makes me very disappointed..."
Tyrion inserted the Ashbringer into the earth. He took a few steps forward and squatted in front of Lothar. He looked at the dying human emperor:
"This is the bad nature of flesh and blood creatures. You know what is right, but in the end...you still go the wrong way!"
"No, Tyrion, no!"
There was no hostility in Lothar's eyes anymore. At the end of his life, he seemed extremely calm:
"Short-sightedness is necessary because most of my people will not live to see the future... I understand that it is easier to destroy everything and rebuild it than to spend time and energy to improve it, but you flaunt your
If you are doing great things, you should tolerate those facts that are contrary to yourself...those existences, those lives."
"Tyrion, I admit that your idea may be correct, but it is unacceptable to us and humans, so we will resist... But this is not the reason why our civilization should be destroyed.
,They just need time to adapt to the new era, and need time to change...give them some more time."
Lothar coughed violently. He stretched out his hand and firmly held Tyrion's cold wrist, like a person who was about to die. He pleaded with difficulty:
"I said that when I came to this battlefield, I didn't think about going back alive. My people thought I came here to fight for freedom and the future, but I actually just came here to find an opportunity... a
The opportunity given by you.”
Tyrion lowered his head and looked at Lothar's increasingly illusory arms. He could feel the strength between the fingers of the human emperor, which was not at all like the strength that an extremely weak creature should have.
Maybe, this is what he really wants to say.
"Give our civilization a chance, give us a chance to prove ourselves..."
"If this makes you feel happy... please... please, Tyrion, give my people a little time... they will prove, they will prove the value and significance of their existence, for this
In this troubled world...please.”
On the messy battlefield, the originally tit-for-tat atmosphere became silent and strange at this moment. Even though Tyrion had already considered too many things before the war started, he had imagined that Lothar would be in unyielding rage.
After being beheaded by him while scolding him, he also seriously considered whether to keep Lothar alive or absorb him into the Forgotten Kings.
But in Tyrion's wildest fantasies, he never imagined that Lothar's last words would actually be this...
"You have long realized that your empire is not my opponent... You have persisted all the way until now, just to let me see the value of human civilization? You knew what I wanted to do from the beginning.
You just know what I want to see...You are indeed a truly smart person."
Tyrion shook his head and said:
"But don't be so humble, the emperor of mankind..."
The Dark Blade King stretched out his hand, grabbed Lothar's armor, and lifted the dying human emperor from the ground. He flicked his fingers, and the Ashbringer roared back into his hand, and then staggered forward.
In a few steps, he grasped the completely dimmed Imperial Sword War Destroyer in his hand.
He looked at the night sky that was about to dawn. His figure flashed and disappeared on the battlefield. The next moment, his figure appeared on the top of the dark temple suspended over the dark sea.
In the cold wind, there were some different sparks flashing in Tyrion's eyes.
He thought again of the words left to him by the traitor in Karazhan.
He thought of the somewhat funny but very heavy choice made by Danaus Trollbane in the Bay of Faldir.
He thought of Saurfang. Although the death lord tried to hide some traces, Tyrion could probably guess what he did in Lordaeron.
He thought of Dailin. With the strength of the death fleet commanded by Dailin, before Jaina recalled the lost fleet of Kul Tiras, he should be able to easily destroy the last navy of the Human Empire, but he did not.
He thought of Rogelio's strange silence in the spiritual link, that was the death lord he felt most at ease with.
He also thought about the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan who came to see him uncharacteristically before setting off, and the request made by that unruly guy.
At this moment, standing on the top floor of the Dark Temple, he looked at the fleets united in the civilized world below, and the battle between the leaders of the civilized world and the forgotten kings. At this moment, Tyrion suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Isn't this scene in front of him his original intention of establishing the Dark Blade Legion?
He wanted to build a huge civilization where the dead and the dead unite to fight against all disasters and punish those behind the scenes. But now, the world of the living has truly united under the threat of the dead, even those who have never paid attention to it.
The night elves who developed the world also joined the rescue of the human empire for the first time.
In the distant future, Tyrion's dream alliance has already taken shape.
Humans and orcs, elves and trolls, goblins, dwarves and gnomes...all the living spontaneously united together to kill him, kill Tyrion, the Blade of Dawn and his evil army.
They have joined forces. Although the process of joining forces is somewhat beyond Tyrion's control, the result is good and everything is fine.
From then on, the bad blood between other races in the world will be replaced by the more terrifying contradiction between the living and the dead. Between the confrontation and mutual influence between the two sides, only a little "technical" means is needed.
It can make the alliance of the living more stable.
After all the emotions in his mind calmed down, when Tyrion looked up from his somewhat blind journey to destroy the human empire, he suddenly discovered that he had realized his original plan and made the world truly united.
He did not go the wrong way... to find a common, powerful enemy for all living beings.
He, Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn, Enemy of the World...
"In the eyes of the living, only justice and kindness can make people actively attach themselves to it, just like every life will naturally yearn for the light!"
Standing at the top of the Dark Temple, Tyrion suddenly said:
"But you have ignored that in many cases, fear and violence have the same power, and we are more destructive...I promise you, Lothar, if I beat you, you have to act with me in a play...Don't worry,
It's very simple..."
"Um?"
The human emperor, whose flesh and blood was disintegrating, raised his head with difficulty, looked at Tyrion, and asked softly:
"What do you need me to do?"
"It's very simple. Let your people, let the Life Alliance you created... fear me more and hate me even more! Anger and hatred will find a way forward for them, just as I planned."
After Lothar listened to Tyrion's request, a trace of doubt flashed across his old face, and he asked:
"What...what's the point of this?"
"Of course it has meaning. Unity itself is more important than the way of uniting, what? Does your moral obsession make you unwilling to cooperate with me in the show?"
Faced with Tyrion's question, Lothar smiled and waved his hand feebly:
"No, no, no, no, I'm just curious. You, who swing wildly between madman and great man, what drove you to embark on this path?"
Tyrion closed his eyes, and he seemed to begin to recall those things from hundreds of years ago, those blurred memories, those long-lost emotions. Finally, in the cold wind blowing by the hunter, he sighed:
"Maybe it's a regret that I was an observer and could only watch but could not change history. Anyway, thank you for your compliment."
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On the dark sea outside Whispering Harbor, in the last deep darkness of the night when dawn arrives, Dailin's undead fleet is fighting with the reinforcements of the Human Empire. The light of magic tears apart the darkness of the sky, and the roar of the orcs
The sea is no longer calm, and the back-and-forth of Lunar magic and blood magic has caused the night elves to lose nearly 20 battleships and nearly a thousand brave sentinel warriors.
Not to mention the frontal battlefield outside Whispering Harbor, humans and undead were simply confused, especially after the prophet Velen activated the aura of the Heart of Anger, those tired human warriors were more like chicken blood and went crazy.
The counterattack suddenly pushed back several fronts of the undead.
But no matter what, this battle has come to an end.
"Humanity! And Humanity's allies! Listen!"
At a certain moment during the fierce battle, Tyrion's cold voice resounded throughout the battlefield above the Dark Temple, under the influence of special magic. The moment his voice rang out, the leaders of the living world were fighting together.
The forgotten kings, and even the ordinary undead soldiers, all retreated as if a button had been turned on.
This scene surprised the warriors who were fighting fiercely, but with high morale, they immediately began to counterattack. Until Prophet Velen realized that the situation had changed, he quickly closed the aura of the Angry Heart, so those who were brave just now were as crazy as
The warriors immediately felt unbearable fatigue. Even the craziest warriors completely fell silent under the attack of fatigue.
As a result, Tyrion's voice was the only one left on the entire battlefield.
He stood on the top platform of the Dark Temple, holding a sword in one hand and holding the weak human emperor Lothar in the other. This scene made everyone on the battlefield widen their eyes. Obviously, their emperor was fighting with the Dark Blade King.
In the battle, failed...
This was an almost devastating blow to the morale of the human legions. Lothar knew this very well, but the fact that he still appeared in this scene proved that he finally agreed with Tyrion's words.
"A few months ago, my legion and I killed Archimonde, the great demon who invaded the world. The dead saved the world with great difficulty, but you stupid living people made it a mess again! Me and
My subordinates wanted to protect you, but you chose foolish confrontation and regarded it as a kind of bravery!"
Tyrion's voice was full of sarcasm. He looked disdainfully at the war world below, and his voice became louder:
"It is easy to forget the people who have protected you, to easily forget the despair when life is left and the gratitude after being saved. This is human beings, no... This is the ugly commonality of all living people, night elves, high elves, orcs, dwarves
, it’s all the same, your stupid lives are worthless to save! So I launched this war, I want to crush you disgusting bedbugs to death!"
"But... a "great man" prayed to me, let me give you a way out, give you a chance to prove yourself... He is your emperor, Lothar... A man who is willing to help you cowards
The man who sacrificed everything is willing to trade his soul for your survival!"
"Frankly, it's a pleasant deal..."
"Wow"
Tyrion lifted the human emperor whose body had begun to decompose rapidly into the air. His weight was as light as a feather, but at such a height, few people could see the truth. Lothar's eyes and Tyrion's eyes
Looking at each other, the Dark Blade King whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:
"Have a good trip... Lothar."
"You too... and help the War Destroyer find a good master."
"Shua"
The Ashbringer, who was haunted by darkness, pierced Lothar's heart fiercely as hundreds of thousands of people watched. This scene made all human soldiers and civilians scream, with anger, pain, despair, and fear.
All emotions.
Some of the dizzy soldiers grabbed their swords and pounced on the nearest undead, but they were tired and easily repelled, knocked unconscious, or directly executed by the undead.
"Wow"
Lothar's "corpse" was thrown down from the top of the Dark Temple by Tyrion. The corpse seemed to be entangled in dark magic and began to burn in the air. When it fell into the air, it had been completely burned by the scorching flames.
It was swallowed up and turned into dots of star-like light, which sprinkled in the cold air, and the darkness was torn apart at this moment, and a scorching sun jumped out from the end of the sea.
In the rays of the rising sun, the last traces of Emperor Lothar's existence were completely melted like a feather of light blending into the sunlight.