The scene of drastic changes in heaven and earth caused the whole world to be in an uproar.
In the ruins of Mount Hyjal, Tyrion washed his hands in the pool of water derived from the Well of Eternity. He raised his head and looked at the sky-reaching sky in the valley not far from the ruins.
The light of the dark moon that penetrates the earth.
Compared with the silver moon veil that the night elves once worshiped, that dim moonlight was full of completely different meanings. It was like the chill before the war started, like the clouds of impending destruction, like the roar of the killing.
, like the burning fire of revenge.
That is moonlight that has nothing to do with "peace". It represents the beginning of the transformation of a civilization.
Tyrion shook his fingers and asked in a low voice:
"Your newly minted Night Warrior is coming to seek revenge from me... Do you want me to kneel down to greet the sword she chopped off, or do you want me to be killed by her on the spot to show the greatness of the Moon God?"
"This joke is not funny..."
Elune responded in Tyrion's mind:
"You just need to make an exit so that my children can still believe that hope is ahead, that's all."
"Well, you don't sound happy?"
Tyrion moved his shoulders and wrists, as if preparing for a battle, and he asked casually:
"What? Does educating naughty children make you feel exhausted?"
"I just think...it's too cruel to let them grow up in this way."
"cruel?"
Listening to Elune's statement, Tyrion sneered:
"Compared to the worthlessness of letting them die in incompetent prayers when the end comes, compared to the despair of being unable to protect the civilization born because of you when the world is destroyed, the pain caused by this mortal war has been eliminated by you.
Call it cruel? Elune... I know that in the concept of the Titan race, you are just a child, but listen to me, in my eyes, it is not your children who need to grow up the most, but you yourself
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"You will eventually have an inevitable battle with Sargeras. Look at you now, and look at the Dark Titan's methods of cleaning the universe. Do you really think that you, who is so naive, have a chance of winning?"
"That's not the future I want!"
Elune's tone also became tougher:
"It is not my choice to be born as a protoss. If I could, I would not want to fight to the death with my brother who is trapped in the fantasy of destruction!"
"What's the use of telling me this?"
Tyrion yawned in a needy tone and said slowly:
"The best thing about this tragic story is that, Elune, I didn't choose you, but your people chose you. They imposed this impossible mission on you, and you still have to do this.
Do it, unless you are willing to be slashed to death by Sargeras' sword... Are you willing?"
Elune stopped speaking, but this silence also represented a kind of acquiescence.
In this world, no one is truly free. Even the Titans, who are more powerful than gods, have their own cruel fate.
"But don't worry, little Elune."
Tyrion saw the warrior rushing out of the dim pillar of light. He waved his fingers forward, and the heavy Ashbringer appeared in his hand. He said to Elune:
"I will stand on your side, and I don't want to be hacked to death by Sargeras' sword, so you still have a chance of winning... Speaking of which, how much power have you poured into Tyrande? This kind of energy fluctuation,
Looks a little weird?"
"Not much! No matter how talented Tyrande is, she is only a mortal..."
Elune's voice with a hint of cunning echoed in Tyrion's mind:
"But if you don't pay attention, you might really get beaten by her... Just finish this scene well, Tyrion. We will talk about the rest later..."
"Also...thank you."
Facing the thanks of the protoss, the high lord just shook his head and made no comment. Elune did not know the future "growth path" arranged by Tyrion for her. If she knew, she would never
Thank him so simply.
"Without pain, where does the strength come from?"
The high lord flipped his wrist, and the heavy Ashbringer let out a cry of anticipation for battle. On the messy battlefield in front of Tyrion, Tyrande, who had completely transformed into a night warrior, descended from the sky in the form of a Valkyrie, carrying the
The moment the power of the dark moon landed, the entire battlefield was like a stone bombarded by a war hammer, and a quarter of it shattered in an instant.
In the energy collision like an earthquake, Tyrande stood in the broken center of the earth as a warrior. Her armor and dress had completely transformed into armor engraved with dark moon runes. Her face
There is no longer the green magic pattern applied by the priests on the face, instead it is a plain face, but around the eyes, it is like smoky makeup, filled with the power of the dark moon.
The white feather war bow in her hand was reshaped by the dark moon and turned into a double-edged war halberd. On both sides of the war halberd, there were sharp moon-shaped blades. At first glance, it looked like
Like a silver war scythe, and on the sharp blade, the lingering power of the dark moon formed a sharper energy blade, just like Tyrande wielding a black decapitating scythe.
And above her body, a black halo reshaped by the dim moon phase shrouded the armor, like a thicker armor. The mist-like lingering power was full of chilling and destructiveness.
It gave Tyrande a layer of cold temperament.
When she raised her head and opened her eyes, those pure black eyes made people feel even more chilling.
"Lord of Death..."
Tyrande said softly in an extremely hoarse voice:
"I'll... take revenge!"
Faced with this challenge, Tyrion held the Shadow Blade, which divided the sky into light and shadow, in front of him. His fingers brushed against the thick blade. As he waved his fingertips, a dim shadow of the sword cut through the air, sending out a sound like
With a whistling sound like the wind, he stretched out his fingers, hooked them at Tyrande, and said in a calm and emotionless voice:
"Then come on...let me see if your revenge is sharp enough."
"boom"
The ground under Tyrande's feet was shattered again by the explosion of the power of the dark moon. She rushed towards Tyrion in front of her like a galloping female leopard. Her dark eyes were full of cold murderous intent.
With the explosion of the power of night that she had just obtained, the road Tyrande charged through seemed to be cut by a sharp knife. The ground cracked and bricks and stones flew everywhere. The momentum was very much like those violent warriors.
Tyrande at this moment was not elegant, and even looked extremely rough, but under the charge of such a warrior, she also gained a layer of heroic aura.
"clang"
The charge of the Night Warrior came to an abrupt end when the weapons collided. Tyrion's body standing in front of Tyrande did not waver, just like a solid mountain. He held the sword in one hand and charged Tyrande with unparalleled momentum.
Suppressed in place, the female warrior's power, which had not been used well, poured back into her body and was transmitted to the ground beneath her feet.
"boom"
Like the sound of a cannonball exploding, at the moment when the ground mixed with ashes exploded, Tyrion flipped his wrist and "pushed" Tyrande out with the war scythe in both hands.
"The momentum is good..."
The high lord flicked his wrist and looked at Tyrande:
"Combat skills are just a little bit behind. With all due respect, Tyrande, you are wielding a warrior's war blade in a priestly manner. You are a beginner, and you obviously still have a lot to learn..."
Tyrion lowered his body slightly, a cold look flashed in his ice-blue eyes, and he whispered:
"But fortunately, I can still spare some time due to my busy schedule... Let me teach you how to hold a knife!"
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Fifteen minutes later, the great lord returned to the world of death. He casually took off his swordsman's robe that had been cut to pieces, and then looked at the staggered knife marks on his chest. In the surge of death energy, the scars quickly
of dissipation.
"Well...I learn pretty quickly..."
This is a set "exit". Regardless of Tyrande's strength, Tyrion must be "repulsed" by the counterattack of this first night warrior, in order to continue to demonstrate the power of the moon god Elune.
But the great lord did not take this "exit" to heart. He walked quickly towards his castle. In the center of the previously empty wilderness of the dead world, there was already an extra one, as if it had been burned in the flames.
The giant tree stands tall on the new land, and the power belonging to this world of death is transforming it.
The burned branches will eventually be reborn from the ashes, and the World Tree, which originally represented life, will also occupy a very important position in the order of the Death World... It will be the core of Tyrion's plan for the Death World.
One Ring, with this World Tree that can extract and convert energy, Tyrion's Death World will completely get rid of the dilemma of "dead water" and become a true "hell" where souls can flow.
Of course, all this planning takes time...
"You'll eventually become the link!"
Under the World Tree that had just been transplanted to the Death World and was rapidly withering under the infection of the Death World's power, Tyrion put his fingers on the burned dry bark. He raised his head and looked at this tree that seemed to have been transformed from
The big tree retrieved from the coal pile, under the gaze of the great lord of the world of death, this world tree with its own consciousness seemed to be trembling.
It is very scared because it does not know what kind of future it will have under Tyrion's intervention.
"Don't be afraid...the painful memories have passed, and the meaningless life of ten thousand years has passed..."
Tyrion said softly:
"Starting from today, Nordrassil, you will use your strong branches to support a new era...a most perfect era born from the ashes of the fire of war!"
The shadow appeared behind Tyrion like a ghost, and she whispered to Tyrion:
"Ms. Maiev "please" come back. She is resting in the castle now. A watcher as powerful as her must be transformed by you yourself... But she is very uncooperative. Even after losing her life, she is still that stubborn
The warden.”
"Those are all minor issues."
Tyrion did not look back. He removed his hand from the bark of Nordrassil. He patted the ashes in his hand and said:
"I believe that Maiev will eventually understand the path we are on, and she will eventually join us in our quest for justice, just like you. Is our guest, Lady Ysera, ready?"
Shadow nodded:
"Ms. Ysera is very painful and angry because of the loss of her lover. She is willing to cooperate with us..."
"very good!"
The great lord shook his fingers:
"The boring war in this world is over, and it's time to step into the battlefield of nightmares... I hope that those new enemies in that place can be determined and tenacious enough... to allow us to have a good fight."
And when Tyrion was planning and preparing for a new war, in the ruins of the Holy Mountain Hyjal he had just left, Tyrande was half-kneeling on a piece of land that was completely torn apart by power. The original power was no longer visible here.
The beauty of the Kaldorei Holy Land, wherever you look, is filled with desolate ruins and lifeless corpses in the ruins.
The Night Warrior's armor is covered with scars from the power of death. Judging from those scars, Tyrion had at least three opportunities to kill her directly, but the death tyrant did not do that, and Tyrande's final blow
, although Tyrion's chest was torn open, the Night Warrior knew very well that for a man wielding death, it was definitely not a fatal injury.
He retreated on his own initiative...
Not because of Tyrande's threat, Tyrande, who had initially accepted the power of the Night Warriors, was not a threat to Tyrion, who had already been infiltrated with the power of the Death Core.
Tyrande knew it all, but she couldn't tell the truth.
Behind her, those elves who had survived the death war on the eve of dawn saw with their own eyes the scene of Tyrande repelling Tyrion. In that state of extreme confusion after losing the World Tree, Tyrande
The appearance of Germany and Tyrande's rescue gave them new confidence and hope to continue on.
When the halo of the dark moon dissipated, when the sun once again shone on the ruined battlefield of Mount Hyjal, the surviving elves silently stepped over the corpses of their companions and stood beside Tai, who was half kneeling on the ground.
Behind Rand, they looked at their leader with complicated eyes. They were at a loss. They didn't know how to face the loss of eternal life.
Everyone is at a loss for the death that is bound to come, a death that has been unfamiliar for ten thousand years. In the confusion, there is still a trace of fear that cannot be concealed, the fear of death, the fear of old age, and the fear of limited life.
The fear is a kind of urging, an instinctive sense of urgency in life.
Tyrande could feel the gaze from behind. She used her war scythe to prop up her body. Under the sunlight, her shadow was stretched. She turned around and looked at her people. She looked
Seeing the confusion and hesitation in the people's eyes, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it. After hesitating for a few minutes, Tyrande's hoarse voice sounded in this ruined holy land. It was not impassioned or impassioned.
There is no despair.
Just like the calmness she used when speaking to people, she said softly:
"I know that you are confused. I know that the Kaldorei are no longer immortal after last night. I know that you are in pain and despair."
"You want to get hope of living from me. You want to hear me tell you that last night was just a nightmare. When you wake up from the dream, we will still live happily in the forest of Mount Hyjal..."
"But, no!"
The moment Tyrande finished speaking, some fragile soldiers began to sob, and these painful sobs infected others, making the already bad atmosphere even more bleak.
After a few seconds of calm, Tyrande took a deep breath. The sun shone on her dusty and scarred face, giving the former Moon Priest a halo of sunshine:
"The catastrophe has occurred, my people, the Kaldorei's age of immortality is over, we have been out of the world for too long... It's time to truly enter the world... We don't have much time to grieve, not much
It’s time to miss the past, look around you, your compatriots, and the people are waiting for us to send back the news of victory..."
"Go, collect the remains of your companions, and prepare to start a new life."
Tyrande was silent for a moment, and she whispered:
"We have lost too much, and we cannot allow what we still have to be taken away from us! From now on, we must be strong. From now on, no disaster can knock us down. From now on, even if we lose
We have lost the most important thing, but the Kaldorei still won’t live with their heads down!”
"Remember this pain! Remember this shame! Sisters, from now on, we are all warriors..."