The windows that were not closed were swaying in the strong wind, and from time to time there were waves of low thunder in the night sky covered by dark clouds. Looking out from the open windows, there was occasionally a bright flash of lightning in the gloomy sky.
Crossing the sky and the earth, the howling wind swept across everything on the ground, seeming to be trying to blow away the smoke and dark memories remaining on this land.
This is the city of Lordaeron. The once magnificent palace has been turned into ruins. Most of the city has been burned down due to the previous war. The once bustling streets are deserted except for the sound of raindrops hitting the ruins.
In addition, there is the endless flow of cold water in the great strait in the distance. Under the storm, the terrifying sound like a giant beast swallowing water comes from the dark bay from time to time, making this place seem quiet, deep and sneaky.
In fact, no one with any sense would choose to spend the night in this place haunted by evil spirits.
It was once the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, one of the important cities of human civilization, and an unavoidable node in human history. However, after the residents of this land sailed to the open sea, it was abandoned.
However, the history of this city will not end here. In the years to come, many, many stories will happen here, and the starting point of those stories is tonight, this cold and stormy night.
"The bombardment of the Eye of Sargeras changed the terrain of northern Xinjiang, and this is only a change that can be seen with the naked eye. In places where the eyes cannot see, the consequences of that transcendental energy bombardment are still spreading. In fact,
On the other hand, this diffusion of elements and magic has just begun."
In the few remaining intact palaces of Lordaeron, the senior leaders of the Dark Blade Legion gathered here, waiting for new orders, but their commander did not receive them immediately. Tyrion was sitting
Sitting on the chair, listening to Anastarian, the most powerful mage among the Forgotten Kings, Sunstrider was explaining to him some changes that were spreading under the land of Northern Territory.
The former Sun King now wears very simple mage robes. Except for the silver crown on his head, you can hardly tell his luxurious identity. Instead, he looks like a great mage of the ascetic sect.
After becoming an undead, the enjoyment of the living and the stubborn concept of kingship have become a thing of the past. In order not to let the emptiness of death swallow him up, Anastarian devoted all his energy to his new career.
.
In the open space between him and Tyrion, there was a map of Northern Xinjiang outlined with magic. Under the control of Anastarian's fine magic, this map looked lifelike, and from time to time it was accompanied by the mage's fingers jumping.
Moving, moving horizontally in the air.
What is worth noting is that on the large map made of magic, there is a light spot shining with red light, and during the flash, it is constantly throwing some kind of substance into the surrounding images.
"In the past month, I have counted all magic samples from 17 observation points in northern Xinjiang. I have to regret to inform you, Lord Tyrion, that the magic concentration in the land surrounding the Dalaran Strait is changing.
It’s a normal rise, and it’s far from reaching the peak. What’s worse is that these magic samples all have more or less symptoms of evil energy infection.”
Anastarian Sunstrider said expressionlessly:
"I roughly restored the whole process of you bombarding the big demon with the Eye of Sargeras. After my calculations, at least half of the energy of the "magic gem" was lost to the depths of the earth during the bombardment. Now
, they are emerging from the earth in an explosive manner. It is conservatively estimated that this process will continue for several years."
"So what's your conclusion?"
Tyrion crossed his legs and leaned on the comfortable chair. He raised his left hand and clicked in the air:
"What consequences will this process have on the eastern continent? What will the worst of these consequences be?"
"Wow"
Tyrion's question did not exceed Anastarian's prediction. He pulled his fingers outward in the air. This action caused the magic map in front of them to spread rapidly until it turned into a rough flat map of the world.
The red light spot in northern Xinjiang is still shining, but Tyrion can clearly see that the aftermath of the red light spot has enveloped two-thirds of the world.
"This is the result!"
A trace of emotion flashed in Anastarian's dark golden eyes, and he said softly:
"In the first few years of the first phase, there will be a magic wave that covers most of the world and is contaminated by evil energy. Since it is not a magic wave caused by the magic center of this world, it will directly cause the entire Azeroth
The total amount of magic power and concentration of magic power in the world has increased."
"After the little demonic tide ends, the changes in this world will enter the second stage, because the evil magic in the air rises to a certain concentration, which will cause the world's magic hub located in Northrend continent and guarded by the blue dragons to have consequences.
In a chain reaction, Azeroth's magic center will release more pure magic through magic nodes all over the world to neutralize the pollution of this evil energy."
"The last is the third stage. After the evil pollution is neutralized, the magic concentration of the entire world will be higher than in the current era. If you are lucky, Azeroth will even return to 10,000 directly after the end of the magic wave.
In the state of high concentration of magic power years ago."
Seeing Tyrion's confused look, Sun Chaser coughed lightly:
"Ahem, in words you can understand, an era of extremely active magic is coming. But as a by-product of the recovery of magic, most of the wild creatures in this world will become more dangerous, and those sealed creatures
, for example, the elemental creatures outside the elemental territory may become active again, and the cracks in the space barrier in the sky of the northern territory cannot be healed, which will directly make it easier for demons to infiltrate."
"Hmm...sounds very good."
Tyrion rubbed his chin. He did not expect that his risky move to kill Archimonde would directly affect the changes in the world's environment. However, his eyes stayed on the southernmost end of the world map in front of him, the vast expanse of land.
Above the South China Sea, if according to Sun Chaser, the concentration of magic power in the world will rise rapidly, then will those ancient seals hidden in the fog of world history naturally open?
After a moment, the Dark Blade King gathered his somewhat wandering thoughts and nodded:
"You have done a good job, Sunstrider. I have seen your ability. Are you interested in taking over the caster system of Dark Blade? After executing a traitor with my own hands, I urgently need a powerful and wise person like you.
Spellcaster."
"During this period of time, I have observed the caster system of Dark Blade. I have to say that compared to the extremely developed engineering industry, the quality of the casters under your command is not accurate enough to describe it as appalling. Even Kui
The lowest level magic group in Erthalas is more professional than your dark magician group... They are not even qualified to call themselves "spellcasters"."
Anastarian Sunstrider flicked his fingers, and the world map in front of him suddenly shrunk, like a purple point of light suspended in the air. He pondered for a moment and then asked:
"I have heard a saying before. It is said that as the king of the Dark Blade, you have a strange "distrust" of magical power. No wonder Khadgar will betray you. Any powerful spellcaster in this strange world
The system will feel very uncomfortable, and you are almost humiliating the power that he has studied all his life."
"Does this have anything to do with my invitation?"
Tyrion crossed his fingers and looked at Sun Chaser. After a few seconds, he nodded:
"Yes, I trust those cold machines more than hard-to-control magic, but...after experiencing so many things, everyone will grow, right?"
"I have allocated part of the funds from the Black Iron Business Federation to rebuild the Dark Blade's caster system and provide those qualified casters with sufficient resources to conduct their own research. I also plan to conduct research in Deadwind Pass and Dusk
The Federal District has built several magical laboratories... just like the Black Iron District is famous for its engineering."
"The tragedy of Khadgar will never happen again, I promise you."
Tyrion looked at the Sun Chaser in front of him with a sincere look. The latter did not agree immediately. He thought with the reserve that a high-level spellcaster should have. He looked at Tyrion and asked:
"So, I want to know, what were the main tasks Khadgar was doing before he was executed by you?"
"Let me think about it."
Tyrion rubbed his forehead and stretched out three fingers:
"The first is the special psychic system for the recruitment of Paladins. Well, this research was probably completed a few years ago, but the traitor has been suppressing it and not submitted it to me."
"The second is the reverse restoration of the Draenei's gem magic system, mainly focusing on spaceship technology."
"The last is the study of the shadow realm and the power of the soul."
"Um?"
Anastarian frowned, and the former Sun King asked:
"These are three completely different fields. Are you going to hand them over to me all at once? Even the tireless undead's energy is limited. I must make a distinction between priorities before I can really start my work.
Also...I need a qualified helper."
"In other words, you agreed?"
Tyrion nodded with satisfaction. He stood up from his chair and handed the mage Takarazhan's gem key to the Sun Chaser:
"Very good, then from today on, you will be the great lich of Dark Blade. You can choose assistants at will from the entire Dark Blade system..."
"No! The quality of the spellcasters under your command is too poor."
Anastarian directly rejected Tyrion's proposal. He took the gem keys that exuded strange light, and then stretched out his hand towards Tyrion:
"Give me Khadgar's phylactery!"
"Um?"
Tyrion's eyes narrowed, a dangerous light flashed in his ice-blue eyes, and he asked coldly:
"What does this mean?"
"The only spellcaster in the entire Dark Blade that I can admire in a different light is Khadgar. I also need the important research data and memories in his mind, so I chose him as my assistant. Is there any problem?"
Sun Chaser looked at the Dark Blade King with a calm face, and he said without fear:
"I am a great lich, and I control the entire Dark Blade caster system. I think I have the right to recruit a prisoner to work for me, or do I not even have this power?"
"You have to know, Lord Tyrion, just like the engineering masters you trained in the Black Iron Zone, the research on magic cannot be interfered by the outside world. Especially in complicated and profound fields, there must be people who are wise enough.
Only when souls work together can we achieve results.”
"But he can't!"
Tyrion bluntly refused Sunstrider's request:
"Khadgar is a prisoner awaiting his death sentence. He betrayed the system he swore loyalty to... Or, you can wait a while..."
"I will bring you some wise enough souls, and I can guarantee that they will definitely meet your requirements."
After saying that, the Dark Blade King turned around and left the small reception room. Behind him, Anastarian Sunstrider was playing with the spar key in his hand, and he suddenly asked:
"When you formed the Forgotten Kings, you promised us that we would not participate in the civil war between the dead and the living. So I am very curious about who you formed such a huge force to deal with.
?Devil?"
"The oppression and tempering of civilization is only the most insignificant of the several goals formed by the Dark Blade. Demons and the Burning Legion are one of our ultimate goals, but they are not all."
Tyrion looked back at the curious Sunstrider, and he shrugged:
"There are too many things hidden under the history of this world, the eternal darkness, the madness that will eventually pollute the world from within, the evil gods before the birth of civilization, the remnants of empty dreams, and the protectors who have failed in their mission...
.All forces that will hinder the advancement of civilization, all forces that will hinder the final unity of the world, and all forces that will pull the world into an era of turmoil and disaster."
"I think you and others promised that Darkblade is doing good and great things, and you will see it soon."
"Until then, I hope you will throw everything you have into the flames of a higher justice... just as I and my followers have done."
