The top of the Karazhan mage tower is a chaotic area where space overlaps, world rules are torn apart, and leads directly to the star realm. This was once the starting point for the astral mage Medivh to travel among the stars. After Medivh left this world
, this area of chaotic space rules was put on hold.
When Khadgar was managing Karazhan, it was used for various dangerous magic experiments, but now the second Archlich Anastarian Sunstrider prefers to live in the inaccessible northern land of Lordaeron.
A large laboratory in the city was used to conduct experiments, so the space on the upper floors of Karazhan was put aside again, but recently, this uncharted area has welcomed a new owner.
The two "space and strategic research consultants" of the Dark Blade Legion took a huge research team and took root here to study star portals for the Dark Blade Legion. According to the requirements of the High Lord Tyrion, this kind of star portal
The portal must be able to accurately send a certain army from Azeroth to a certain coordinate among the stars. Anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that this is clearly the starting point of Dark Blade's "Universe Conquest Plan".
Considering that it will take many years for the engineers of the Dark Blade Legion to develop a spaceship that can fly into the stars, it is not surprising that the great lord focuses on magical star exploration methods, but what is even more curious is
These two consultants were "hired" by Tyrion himself. Although they looked like two ordinary Draenei death knights, one male and one female, they occasionally communicated in a strange language.
The Syndra space magicians who were responsible for helping them could easily tell...that it was devil's language.
"The 24th test of the Star Portal, countdown... 3, 2, 1!"
"Bang"
The pure blue arcane energy was extracted from various nodes of the Karazhan Mage Tower. Under the transportation of six blue energy conduits, it was gathered in an extremely complicated and extremely large portal on the upper floor of the Mage Tower.
In the square array, under the gaze of more than 40 Sindra mages, the blue energy continued to extend under the fixed portal frame made of mithril mixed with fine gold, like an invisible hand outlining the space.
A complex and beautiful energy network.
The micro energy emitters with designed angles were constantly fine-tuned to make the network denser and denser. After nearly 10 seconds of spreading, a portal that rippled like blue water waves appeared.
In the eyes of the mages, they could see with their naked eyes a beautiful scene of stars reflected behind the energy of the water waves.
"Success!"
A group of Syndra elves who were always smiling and silent could not restrain their excitement. Several young people even hugged each other. For a while, the whole laboratory was filled with laughter. However, just when the portal was successfully opened 15
Seconds later, a group of shocking blue sparks appeared on the steel frame portal frame, spreading to the entire array in less than 2 seconds, and then...
"boom"
An earth-shaking explosion shattered the expensive teleportation gate frame together with the teleportation runes on the ground. A huge energy wave poured into the laboratory, immediately triggering 17 defensive arrays inside the laboratory, rising layer by layer.
In the chaotic flash of the magic light curtain that rose and broke, the mages who were caught off guard were knocked down by the energy wave, and the precision instruments behind them erupted into brighter sparks in the surge of energy.
But this energy wave came and went quickly. In less than 5 seconds, the entire laboratory returned to normal, but the scene was like a village after a natural disaster, with flying paper scraps and unpleasant smells everywhere.
, one after another, the mages rubbed their chests or eyes and got up from the ground. Fortunately, the defensive array in the laboratory was strong enough. Except for an unlucky guy who hit his head on the experimental table and fell into coma, no one else was seriously injured.
of damage.
"Okay, okay!"
The Draenei death knight wearing a mage's robe clapped his hands and focused everyone's attention on him. Mr. Malzak, the special advisor of the Dark Blade Legion, pretended to cough slightly, and then said to his helpers:
"Don't be discouraged, friends. The portal has been successfully opened. This shows that our research ideas are correct. The only thing to do now is to extend its duration. I believe this will not be difficult for you... Okay
, now clean up the laboratory and look at this damn place, it’s as messy as a garbage dump.”
"Forget it, I'll give you a day off today. Come here tomorrow morning and continue your research... Don't be late!"
After saying that, Mr. Malzak waved his hand, and the Syndra researchers quickly left the laboratory. After they all left, another voice sounded from a corner of the laboratory:
"You seem to enjoy playing games with these idiots, Malzak... You know that there are at least 13 runes used incorrectly in this star portal, why don't you tell them directly?"
Malzak turned around and saw Hasabel sitting on a chair, bored and drinking blood wine. Another leader of this laboratory, the former guardian of the Argus portal was transformed into a German in the Realm of Death.
Lenny Death Knight, the evil energy was completely removed from her body, allowing her to transform from an ambitious demon lord back to a pure eredar, or in this world, a draenei.
In the process of removing this energy, it seems that even her inner greed and violence have been eliminated. Now Hasabel looks like a pure young woman, still very salty and lazy.
.
"I can't just tell them where the error is, my Hasabel, they have to find it themselves."
Malzak walked to his companion, stretched out his hand, stroked Hasabel's smooth cheek, and whispered:
"This is the request of the great lord. Don't care about how much money is wasted or how much time is consumed. The technology of Star Teleportation must be learned and mastered by the magicians of the Dark Blade Legion from scratch. The knowledge of others will always be
Only what you understand by yourself belongs to others... That great lord is a very smart man."
"I think this is meaningless."
Hasabel opened Malzak's fingers that were trying to put into her clothes, and she glanced at Malzak fiercely:
"Watch your hands, or I'll sue you for harassing me... Federal law protects women, you bastard! Don't use the Legion's tactics here!"
"Okay, okay."
Malzak shrugged, and while packing up the research data in the laboratory, he said to Hasabel:
"Would you like to go to the Twilight Federation's tavern for a drink after get off work? I'll invite you... Also, I just got some news today. Do you still remember the Dread Lord Balnazzar who was captured with you?"
"Um?"
Hasabel raised his head when he heard this, and then saw a sarcastic smile on the corner of Malzak's mouth:
"I heard that idiot escaped..."
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Balnazzar, the Dread Lord, is wearing a dirty cloak. He is currently transforming into an ordinary human beggar, huddled in the cabin of a merchant ship from Menethil Port in the marshes to Kul Tiras.
inside.
It will divert at Boralus Port in Kul Tiras, take some smuggling ships, and travel to the Broken Islands to meet up with its fellow villains.
This was a good way to hide from others, but the problem was that Balnazar, whose mind was now in a state of confusion, had no idea how he got on the ship.
It was like a real weak human being, hiding in the dark corner of the cabin, huddled on the damp straw mat. Under the cloak, a sensitive and nervous light shone in its dark eyes.
Like a frightened beast, any noise in the darkness would attract Balnazzar's attention.
Like a neurotic who is about to be overwhelmed by stress.
Of course, Balnazzar's pressure came not only from his chaotic mind, but also from the things tightly held in its arms.
By the light of the dim oil lamp in the cabin, after confirming that no one was around, Balnazar secretly took out the things wrapped in rags from his arms, placed them in front of his eyes, and spread them out.
There were two strange stones shining with a faint blue halo, like some kind of beautiful rhinestones. The Dread Lord stretched out his hand to pick up one. The moment his fingers came into contact with the stone, there was a flash of extreme pain, like...
Like needle pricks, it burst out from the tips of its fingers, causing a flash of pain on Balnazar's pale face, but it did not put the stone down, it placed it in front of its eyes, and in the dim light, it
In the broken stones, you can see the energy tide floating like the ocean tide.
If you smell it carefully, you can still smell the smell of the sea on this broken stone...
"Tidestone..."
Balnazzar endured the pain from his fingertips. He picked up the fragments of the Tide Stone with the dirty but very special cloth and put it in his arms. His dark eyes looked into it.
A trace of weirdness and surprise flashed through it. It held its head tightly and recalled crazily, but it was as if a piece of memory had been cut off from its mind, leaving only an unbearable blank space.
"How come this thing is in my hand? I clearly remember...I was...I was caught!"
The last picture that echoed in its mind was that when it saw the Dark Blade Lord Tyrion on the battlefield of Azsuna, it subconsciously turned around and ran away, but the black bat it transformed into was killed by those who were roaring towards it.
The terrible death surrounded them, and was killed one by one. Then it knelt down in front of the great lord in extreme pain, and then its memory became dark, as if it had skipped an important memory, etc.
When it woke up again, it had already appeared on this damn ship.
There are still two fragments of ancient artifacts in his arms...
"How could I forget... Damn it, what did I forget?"
Balnazar grabbed his hair irritably, as if asking a question to himself. The next second, his sensitive and nervous expression suddenly became calm, as if another soul dominated his body, that one
The soul said in a deep voice:
"Idiot! It's not that you can't remember that humiliating memory, you're trying to make yourself forget it... because it's too painful and humiliating."
The next moment this voice appeared, Balnazar's expression once again became panicked and neurotic, like a schizophrenic patient performing a "double act".
"You! Who are you! Who is talking? Are you in my soul? Get out! Get out! Do you hear me!"
"Don't be stupid, Balnazzar, who am I? Haha, aren't I just another you? In that crazy time of being tortured and extremely humiliated by the undead, your poor self-esteem can't stand that kind of...
Torture gave birth to "I", and I am another you, another poor guy who suffers on your behalf... You want to see what you have experienced in the past? Okay! I'll let you see!"
Along with this low and cold voice, a picture emerged in Balnazar's mind, quickly filling in the missing memory.
In those scenes, as the noble Lord of Fear, it was tortured by the undead with various horrific punishments, not only torturing its body, but also torturing its soul.
It saw itself being thrown into the hell of thousands of evil spirits, its soul being torn into a thousand pieces crazily, and then being mended piece by piece by those crazy undead spirits.
It saw itself tied up in the magma like the Doomsday volcano, and the giant beasts summoned by the undead bit the body bit by bit. The terrible pain made the current Balnazar tremble, as if recalling
That kind of extreme pain.
It also saw its soul being pulled out of its body, put into the body of a woman, and then sent to those obscene brothels and killed by those disgusting wild boars...
"Enough! Enough!"
Balnazar screamed and held his head. It shook its head crazily, trying to get those unsightly and crazy memories out of its mind, and the calm, almost indifferent voice also sounded in its mind:
"Do you believe it now? Frail and pitiful bastard... Such humiliation and torture made you collapse. For ten days and nights, it was I who supported your soul from collapse, and it was I who controlled your body to pull you from
Saved from that hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another picture emerged in Balnazzar's mind. It was a picture of the scarred animal with great agility killing more than a dozen Death Lords guarding the cage and escaping from the Dark Blade's base camp.
That posture, as fierce as a wild wolf and as crazy as a devil, made Balnazar, who was mentally and physically exhausted, couldn't help but nod his head... This is the self he remembers, this is his true self...
.A lone hero among demons! A hero among Nathrezim!
"There are 5 pieces of the Tidestone, but unfortunately, we only got back 2 pieces... We need to find a way, Balnazzar, the other me, we have to come up with an excuse, otherwise those jealous people
Our bastard will forcefully plant a damn crime on us, drive us out of Azeroth, and then take credit for all the hard work we have done to get it!"
The voice kept chattering in Balnazzar's ears, following the instructions:
"We have to protect our secrets. You can't let other people know that you broke down. It would be too embarrassing...it would damage your image."
"etc!"
Balnazzar suddenly screamed:
"How do I know if you are real? How do I know if you are the spy planted in my soul by the devil Tyrion?"
This question silenced the deep voice. After a moment, it said helplessly:
"Poor little cutie, the long-term blow has made you unconscious... You are a Nasrezim, a demon who combines soul and body. Your control over the soul is the most powerful in the entire legion. Am I another
You, yourself...can't you tell the difference? Do you just not believe in yourself?"
