The human female mage Magna Aegwynn was a character active in the 800s.
Her title is the Guardian of Tirisfal, which is a very lofty title in the human mage world. It originated from the Tirisfal Council, the secret human mage organization.
It is a secret organization that gathers the most powerful and knowledgeable mages in mankind. The original intention of its establishment was to deal with extraterrestrial creatures and internal threats caused by the mages' almost reckless and dangerous magic experiments thousands of years ago.
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Magic is a dangerous thing that can easily cause all kinds of troubles, and most of the original human mages were unruly and disobedient. In this case, the Tirisfal Council decided to "make" a
The "Guardian" with powerful deterrence can suppress those unbridled mages while dealing with threats.
They used the secret spells taught by the high elves to gather everyone's magic power into a talented mage, making him extremely powerful. The original guardians were all gentlemen. Every few hundred years, they
According to tradition, they will hand over the huge magic power to the successor until Aegwynn appears.
This female mage has a very troublesome and suspicious character. The first few hundred years were uneventful, but she soon realized that the Council of Tirisfal was using the guardian's intimidation to spread its influence to every human kingdom.
He was also suspected of manipulating politics between kingdoms, which made Aegwynn very dissatisfied.
And at this point, she fought in the distant continent of Northrend with the incarnation of the Dark Titan who tried to invade the world. Although she finally won, the soul of the Dark Titan took up residence in the depths of Aegwynn's soul, using...
The dark power affected her, and in the end, Aegwynn made a reckless decision.
With the huge magic power of the guardian passed down from generation to generation, she escaped from the control of the Tirisfal Council and protected the world in her own way. As for her son, the even more legendary last guardian Medivh Elan, that is
Another story.
In short, Aegwynn is the most messy guardian in the mage world, but facts have proved that Aegwynn's decision back then was not completely wrong. In the past hundreds of years, amid the division of the human world and the conflicts between kingdoms, Tiris
The role played by the Law Council and the mages is actually not glorious...
It was precisely because Aegwynn left without saying goodbye that the mages' ambition to control the world was completely dispelled.
"What did you say!"
Aegwynn's magic projection seemed to be angered by Tyrion's arrogant words, her voice became colder, and the power entrenched inside the temple became more dangerous. Even the magic runes emerging outside the temple were also
It began to spin chaotically.
It seems that in the next moment, this powerful guardian will activate this unparalleled magic power and completely reduce Tyrion to ashes who provoked her.
The violent magic also made the death knights nervously grasp their weapons again. This scene where they couldn't even fight back was really very powerless.
However, in the face of this threat, Tyrion did not change his expression. He was really not afraid of the magic projection in front of him. He knew her details very well. This is the advantage brought by knowing the future history. This is Tyrion's true identity.
confidence.
"Do you really want me to tell you the cruel truth?"
The death knight flicked his fingers and lowered his voice:
"Maybe after I leave here, I should go to Dustwallow Swamp to visit you. Ms. Magna, I know everything about your actions in Karazhan in recent years. No one in the world knows you better than me.
It's a terrible situation and I don't want to expose it..."
Tyrion coughed lightly, straightened his body, looked at Aegwynn's magic projection, and whispered:
"Let us retain the last dignity and dignity, Ms. Aegwynn."
"Forcibly killing me at the cost of destroying the seal of the Tomb of Sargeras will not bring you any benefits, and I have no intention of becoming your opponent... As for the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter, if you
If you can still live until that time, I believe you will know how lucky it is for you and the world to let me take it away now."
He shook his head, turned around and strode out of the last shadow cast by the Tomb of Sargeras. Behind him, the death knights were a little uneasy, but seeing Tyrion leaving, they followed Tyrion quickly.
disappeared into this broken land.
Aegwynn's magical projection stared at Tyrion's back, but in the end, she sighed, and with the wave of her fingers, the heavy stone door of the Tomb of Sargeras was slowly closed. The next moment, this
The tomb summoned by Gul'dan from the bottom of the sea sank silently under the sea again.
The surrounding seawater was squeezed by the huge magic power and split to both sides. The rewinding seawater merged into huge waves and beat mercilessly on the broken earth covered with blood. After the tide subsided, everything around was reshaped, blood,
Death, everything disappears... It's like these things never existed.
The night on the Broken Island came very quickly. Just when the death knights came to the beach, the light of the stars had already appeared in the night sky above their heads. Tyrion originally planned to leave the island immediately, but when he saw Grokul
Due to the strange atmosphere between Shi and Red Blackhand, he thought for a moment and then issued the order.
"Camp here... let's rest for a night before leaving!"
Upon hearing this order, a trace of relief flashed in the eyes of the orc death knight. He glanced at Tyrion gratefully, who nodded to him. The tall orc stood up, walked indifferently to the other side of the island, and sat down.
Red Blackhand, who was on the side, hesitated for a moment, then also picked up the wooden box containing Gul'dan's heart and followed.
Before leaving, Red turned his head and glanced at Tyrion, and he whispered:
"Thank you, Death Knight."
Tyrion didn't raise his head at all, as if he didn't hear it at all.
After Red's figure disappeared from the meeting, he reached out and stroked Moonpaw's head. Although the ghost owl had died long ago, its special experience kept its body intact, and every feather was perfectly groomed by it.
Soft, the ectoplasmic feathers feel very smooth, and have a refreshing coldness. Moreover, this guy is very psychic and has his own wisdom.
For the deceased, this is definitely the best pet.
"Nasa...go."
Tyrion looked at the burning bonfire in front of him and whispered: "Go and say goodbye to your companions and your past. Next, you have to walk on a road that no living person can take."
"The mistress will kill you!"
Nasa, who was hiding in the shadows, gritted her teeth and said, "You can't avoid the blade she wields in the shadows!"
"No! I believe she won't!"
Tyrion reached out and took the wine bottle handed over by Serent, and said softly:
"Kill me and you will die. Can Ms. Maiev be so cruel? I doubt it... After all, you are her most trusted subordinate, and she is your spiritual support and... your most loyal
A spiritual companion, isn’t it?”
"Shut up! You monster!"
This description with a touch of taboo color made Nasa, who was hiding in the darkness, blush with embarrassment, but what the nasty Tyrion said may have some truth to it. After thousands of years of garrison life, the ladies who protect each other have
Isn’t it normal and completely acceptable to have relationships beyond friendship and spiritual companionship?
In addition, Ms. Maiev is so strong and can be relied on, so being loved by the same person is actually not an unbearable thing.
"Go, Nasa, don't forget to say goodbye to Ms. Maiev for me, and remind her to be careful about the dangerous prisoners under her care!"
The darkness behind him was as calm as ever, but the shadow guarding there had disappeared.
Tyrion picked up the flagon and felt the cold liquid flow into his throat. He looked directly at the bonfire in front of him.
In the beating of the flames, a beautiful back appeared in front of him. The Death Knight shook his head fiercely, as if he wanted to throw the chaotic memory out of his head, but no matter how hard he tried, the back was still stubbornly there.
His eyes became clearer and clearer.
"Life and death are endless. Life is born and dies every minute and every second in this world, whether when I am still alive or after I die. My death is like my life. So far, no one has given me anything.
Any change in this world..."
Tyrion's voice sounded in his heart, and in this quiet night, he seemed to be talking to himself and his past memories in this way.
"But this is not the reason why I walk on the earth and still wield weapons after death. My emotions, joy, anger, despair, hope, all of them left me little by little after my death... Oh
Lelia, can you understand?"
Tyrion reached out and took a sip of the wine. He could not feel any taste at all, but as Grokush said, sometimes, as long as you know that you are drinking, it is enough.
"Gul'dan used his method to allow me to escape death, but in exchange for a part of my existence..."
The death knight's cold eyes became blurred little by little. When the figure in front of him turned around in his memory, and when he saw the iconic blond hair and the blue war lines on his face, he murmured to himself,
In a voice that only you can hear, he whispered:
"I should have been angry about this, but unfortunately, for me now, anger seems too pretentious... I miss you so much... I'm so... lonely..."
While Tyrion was tossing and turning in his buried memories, on the other side of the island, Grokush stood on the rock, looking at the camp in the distance where the orcs of the Black Teeth Grinning Clan who survived the battle had gathered.
and bonfire, in the cold wind of the night, he pointed his finger in that direction.
"Go, Red, return to your world, and never look back."
Behind him, the orc warlord Red Black was holding a wooden box. His eyes were fixed on the strange but familiar orc death knight in front of him. After a moment, he said in a trembling voice:
"It's you! Father! It's you, right?"
He took two steps forward, grabbed Grokush's cold wrist, and said in a pleading voice:
"Tell me, this dead body carries the soul of a man named Blackhand! Tell me! Please!"
Grokush looked back at the longing in Red's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to pry Red's fingers off his wrist. He reached out and stroked his son's cheek, just like when he died two years ago.
That way, there's almost no change.
Red is already a brave enough and qualified leader.
"Don't call me father, kid."
The orc death knight, who is always silent, tried his best to quiet his restless soul, but his voice still trembled:
"I am already dead. I should leave your and Maimu's lives. Death is like a line that separates you and me on two sides of fate. In fact, I feel very much about Talon Blood Demon.
If it hadn't been for his whim, I might have completely fallen into the abyss of death with all my regrets."
A difficult and ugly smile appeared on Grokush's cold cheeks. He could no longer shed tears. He removed his cold fingers from Red's face, just like a father's instructions to his son. He reached out and patted him.
Red's shoulders.
"This is the last time I will protect you, son. You have grown up. You have to walk your own way in the future! I'm sorry for my indifference to you and Mai Mu, but those words hidden deep in my soul, I
I can’t express it anymore... I’m satisfied to see you again.”
"I have to thank Tyrion, he gave me the opportunity to make up for my regrets."
"Don't leave us! Father, even death can't separate you from us!"
Red's eyes were filled with tears. The orc warlord was like a child, sobbing in the dark night. He held Grokush's hand and whispered:
"Come back and continue to lead the Blackstone Tribe! Orgrim is not worthy of ruling us!"
"No!"
Grokush refused. He took a rare deep breath, even though the dead man no longer needed to breathe. He looked at his son and said softly:
"My destiny has been changed. Red, the future of Blackstone has fallen on the shoulders of you and Maimu. Don't tell your brother about my current situation. He is far less strong than you. My child, continue walking bravely."
Go down, let Blackstone be proud of you, let me be proud of you..."
"It's time for me to go. Goodbye, Chief Blackhand."
Grokush's figure finally disappeared into the night. Red Blackhand stood in the cold wind. He looked at the direction his father left. He wiped away his tears, raised his fist, and beat his chest hard twice.
Get off, then turned and walked towards the orc camp.
"Goodbye...Chief Blackhand."
It's like a warrior's farewell... not so much weakness, no need for tears, just sincere blessings.
If you are destined not to meet again, then may you...die without regrets.
