On the large platform at the entrance to the Veil of Sargeras, the battle was over. Gul'dan's blood was spread all over the ground around the broken stone pillars. His mutilated body was suspended on the purple psychic circle. The blood mage Severn
He and Autumn concentrated on operating the magic circle, and a carefully prepared black soul stone was suspended above the corpse.
They wanted to extract every last bit of Gul'dan's soul to prevent this cunning bastard from escaping again.
"Those demons came over and you snatched away their prey."
The ghosts of the night elves were quietly suspended in the darkness, waiting for their final fate, while their high priest Moon Burial walked out of the darkness and looked at Tyrion with his light green eyes, his eyes full of scrutiny:
"Should we go?"
The death knight nodded. There was a white skull in his hand. He put it in front of his eyes. The surging light spots of evil energy kept shining in the skull's eye sockets. The ancient god used flesh and blood to reshape the ancient skull.
Gul'dan's body and bones, after the warlock was killed again, the replica of Gul'dan's skull fell into Tyrion's hands again.
This time, it's a truly enhanced version! Because it accepts the power of the void and shadow, the energy contained in the Skull of Gul'dan is purer than the one Tyrion got before.
"Shua"
Tyrion took off the skull belonging to Tarongor from his belt and threw it to Luminas behind him. He said softly:
"This thing can corrupt the holy contract of the Paladin. It is the best material for making the magic seal. No matter how strong the holy light is, the darkness brought back after being corrupted will only be stronger. It's time for the death knight to have his own emblem."
Tyrion fastened the new Skull of Gul'dan on the chain again. He stood up and moved his shoulders. Two skulls shining with green light swayed on the armor on his abdomen. They looked particularly evil. He
I looked back at the growing darkness. In the humid air, the pungent smell of sulfur became stronger and stronger.
The furious demons are coming.
The two blood mages handed Tyrion a soul stone that was beating with cold light. The latter took it in his hand and felt the coldness on the surface of the soul stone. He put the soul stone to his ears and could still hear faintly.
Gul'dan's miserable wails and unwilling curses.
This noise of death made Tyrion's mouth turn up. He put away the soul stone and looked around.
"It's time to go."
The Eye of Sargeras was knocked back into the box. Tyrion carried the box towards the sealed stone door of the Tomb of Sargeras in front of him. The blue magic runes kept beating on the dark stone door with increasing frequency.
The faster it goes, it means that Aegwynn's barrier is about to be restored. If they don't escape at the last moment, they will be trapped in this temple and eventually sink into the sea again.
The death knights following him looked relaxed. The hunt across the endless sea was finally over. Seeing the villain Gul'dan beheaded made everyone feel very good, even Red Blackhand.
Nor did he return empty-handed.
The orc warlord was carrying a wooden box in his hand, which contained Gul'dan's already cold heart. Although it was somewhat regretful that he could not bring his head to the warchief, the heart, which was also infected by evil energy, was enough to prove that Gul'dan
of death.
"Rumble"
The huge stone door in front of them required the death knights to push through a gap. They entered the temple through Gul'dan's evil energy portal, but now that Gul'dan was dead, they had no choice but to leave.
Leaving the main door, the heavy stone door in front of you is actually the biggest obstacle preventing these evil spirits from leaving.
Undead creatures such as Wraiths ignore most of the terrain when fighting and advancing, but as magical creatures, they cannot pass through any obstacles similar to barriers. When the human mage Aegwynn sealed the temple, he almost
The runes were carved all over the outside of the temple, like an oversized cage, trapping these innocent elven souls inside.
Of course, this cannot be blamed on Aegwynn. When she sealed the body of Sargeras, she did not expect that there would be so many ancient souls in this temple.
"Buzz"
Outside the temple, it is already dusk in the sky. The fiery red clouds wrapping around the sky are like burning fire, and the sun that is about to set has become gentle. When the first ray of light shines into this dark place that has been dark for 828 years.
While in the temple, the resentful spirits suspended in the air screamed and ran away.
Sunlight has become strange and deadly to them.
"Ladies first..."
Tyrion turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the elf soul behind him. High Priest Moon Burial looked at the death knight with a meaningful look, and she asked in a low voice:
"Are you really going to let us go free? Death Knight, your body is filled with huge death energy. If you force us to obey, our weak compatriots may not be able to refuse..."
The death knight's expression remained unchanged, and he also replied in a low voice:
"But what use do I need that waste?"
His ice-blue eyes looked at the leader of the three resentful spirits in front of him, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes:
"In my opinion, only you three are of some use to me, but you will not obey me so easily. Ladies, I understand the night elves' persistent pursuit of freedom. It is an instinct engraved in your bones."
This sentence made Captain Xiyue and Huntress look a little unhappy, but Priestess Yue Zang's expression did not change much. She was the first to step out of the darkness and stood in the dusk sunlight. The gentle sunshine was like
It was like a raging flame. When it came into contact with the body of the resentful spirit, it began to burn fiercely, and the soul body of the priestess emitted a mist like ashes in the sunlight.
She should be suffering from this torture of sunlight, but the expression on her transparent face became more and more vivid, until finally, when her body was slightly invisible, a peaceful smile appeared on her cheeks.
She opened her arms, and her figure dissipated in the air like floating sand, replaced by a faint blue elf. Her original face could barely be seen. This is the form of the night elf after death. She will eventually return to the World Tree.
, enter a new cycle of life.
"Thank you, Tyrion, thank you for giving us freedom... Goodbye, I can already hear the call of Nordrassil, the World Tree, and it's time for me to go home."
The elf jumped in the air, spinning around Tyrion's body several times, and finally tapped on the death knight's forehead, then quickly rose into the air, and finally disappeared.
This scene was like a sign. Behind the death knights, the ghosts who were originally frightened by the sunlight let out ear-piercing screams and rushed into the dusk sunlight in front of them.
The frost storm they brought up in the air covered the armor of the death knights with a layer of frost, but when they raised their heads, they could see the grand scene of thousands of vengeful spirits being melted by the sunlight and transformed into elves again.
The floating sand caused by the burning of the resentful spirits in the sky refracted the already beautiful dusk light into millions of brilliance, forming a beautiful scene in front of everyone, and the little elves who had gained the freedom of their souls
As if they were performing a ritual, they danced happily, circling around the death knights, like stars shining in the dark night.
The eyes of the orc warlord Red Blackhand became blurred. Even the rude and savage orcs also felt the joyful emotion in this soul-shaking sight. He stretched out his hand, and an elf stayed in his palm.
, as if playfully, it circled around his finger several times, and finally gathered in the sea of elves at dusk.
In the faint laughter like silver bells, they rushed to the heights of the sky, as if they had truly turned into stars.
“It’s so beautiful!”
Luminas opened her arms, just like she did when she was still alive, and turned around in a circle surrounded by elves. At this moment, she rarely felt a trace of relaxation...
“Is this the reward for doing good?”
The orc death knight Grokush looked at the sea of elves in front of him. He touched his heart and said in a deep voice:
"I feel that my restless soul has calmed down a lot."
"They helped us and we gave them freedom, which is fair."
Rogelio straightened his body and looked at the setting sun in the distance. He reached out and took off his helmet, which he had never taken off. Under the infiltration of death energy, his cheeks had returned to their former appearance.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to feel the warmth of the sun, but where he started, there was still a feeling of coldness.
"Already dead..."
The knight shook his head, held his helmet under his arm, and stood with the other knights in the dusk sunlight, almost greedily experiencing the peace of the soul at this moment.
"It's time for me to leave, but I want to entrust you with something."
Huntress Kasperian stepped forward. She looked at Tyrion with a hint of gratitude in her eyes. She touched the head of the ghost owl on her wrist and said to Tyrion:
"Moonclaw has been with me for nearly a thousand years. Unfortunately, it is not an elf. It cannot follow me back to the World Tree, so I would like to ask you to adopt it."
Tyrion snorted, tilted his head, and looked at the ghost owl. From the blood-red eyes of this undead beast, it could be seen that this guy rarely retained all the memories of his life, and death also made it become
More powerful.
"I have no reason to refuse this perfect pet..."
Tyrion stretched out his hand to touch the ghost owl, but was pecked on his finger by the raptor. However, under the huntress's reluctant gaze, the rather psychic owl let out an unpleasant cry,
He stretched out his head and touched the huntress's cheek, and finally flapping his wings, he landed on the death knight's shoulder.
"It is not a pet, it is an excellent warrior! Take care of it, Tyrion, goodbye."
The huntress took a step back and stood in the sunshine. At the last moment of disappearing, she whispered:
"Be careful, Tyrion, the dangerous Watcher is always behind you..."
"I know they are always like this and will not let go of their prey so easily."
The death knight shrugged and watched the huntress's elf disappear into the sky. His eyes became cold again. He reached out and touched the head of the ghost owl on his shoulder, and looked at the door behind him that was just a hair away from closing.
symbol, he took a step forward.
"Wait! Dead... you can't just take away the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter!"
A crisp voice sounded in the darkness behind them. This sudden sound caused the death knights to draw their weapons in unison, but Tyrion raised his left hand to signal others not to be nervous.
He looked at the magic projection suspended in the darkness behind him. It was different from the translucent body of the Wraith. This projection was entirely composed of magic power. People with poor eyesight could not see her face clearly at all.
But Tyrion knows who she is...
"Ms. Aegwynn, you witnessed our battle in the Tomb of Sargeras. I once expected you to help me, but now it seems that you only care about the sealed dangerous items themselves."
There was a trace of regret in the death knight's voice.
"It seems that as the most notorious guardian of Tirisfal, you really lack the emotions that humans should have."
"I have no reason to help you, dead man!"
Mage Aegwynn’s magic projection said coldly:
"For the intruders who broke into the Tomb of Sargeras without permission, I did not activate a magic trap to bury you all inside. You have to thank me for my mercy... Finally, do you think that the demons all over the temple are really stupid?
Can’t even find a few dead people running around? I’ve already stepped in to help! You stupid dead person!”
Tyrion was noncommittal about this. He looked at the magic projection in front of him and asked softly:
"So, Ms. Guardian, what exactly do you want to do? I told you in advance that I must take away the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras! They are very useful to me."
Tyrion paused, and in Aegwynn's silence, he continued:
"I think an excellent mage like you should know very well that leaving these things here will only expose the truly dangerous existence faster! Gul'dan is not the first careerist, and he will not be the last!
"
"I don't allow it!"
Aegwynn's magic projection issued a clear rejection. With the waving of her fingers, the entire temple began to shake, and a huge force gathered deep in the temple, which made the other death knights' expressions change slightly.
"Put down the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter, and you can leave safely with your own lives! I won't warn you a second time!"
"Oh!"
Facing this threat, Tyrion's face became gloomy. He looked at the magic projection of the guardian in front of him and said contemptuously:
