Azeroth’s Death Track

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In fact, Luo Ning had a relationship with Tyrion. In the Second Orc War, in the forest of Hillsbrad Foothills, Luo Ning, who was a little mage at that time, almost died in Serrent’s Under the arrow.

But as he had always had the strange luck, the people who followed Luo Ning were all dead. Only he, with three arrows in his body, fled back to Dalaran.

However, Tyrion must have forgotten Luo Ning. He rarely remembers the characters who passed away in his experience. Even in the original history, he will do a great job and have a resounding name. the same alsp.

Before death, everyone is equal!

"Click"

The death knight reached out and pushed open the wooden gate of the village below Karazhan. He looked puzzled at the apparently newly repaired door, and Tyrion turned back and said to the people behind him:

"It's weird. Last time I came, there wasn't this door here. Who repaired it?"

"La La La"

A sound of horseshoes sounded from the mist around the mage tower. Soon, a ghost riding on a skeleton warhorse appeared in front of Tyrion. This is a very familiar guy. The skeleton horse under his crotch is Tyre. Ang gave him.

"Oh, Mr. Elf!"

The little noble's soul greeted him friendly, he rode on the horse and said to Tyraine:

"I haven't seen you for a long time. You seem to be stronger."

"Well, it's you."

Tyrion also recognized the soul in front of him. A smile flashed on his cold face. He looked at the repaired village in the mist in front of him. He asked softly:

"Is this what you cultivated? Why should you do this?"

"Uh, the last time the orcs invaded Karazhan scared a lot of nobles."

The little lord’s soul scratched his head and whispered: “Although the orcs didn’t hurt us, we felt it was time to renovate the village’s defense and recruit some soldiers from the nearby cemetery to let them build this door. Very useful."

The soul smiled and said:

"In the past, there were always a lot of living people crossing the headwind path to find Karazhan's secret. After the door was repaired, no one would bother us."

"So, you already know that you are dead?"

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and looked at the soul in front of him. He asked: "It's amazing how you can accept all this calmly."

"It's not a very peaceful acceptance."

A sorrow flashed on the illusory face of the dead soul:

"The Duchess of Albrock couldn’t accept it. On a rainy night, she was completely mad and turned into a dangerous wraith. We wanted to turn to Karazhan’s master, but after the orc had invaded once, Karazhan responded to us. The door was closed forever. We were so weak that we could only send the Duchess into the cellar. Every night she screamed, and many people were in a low mood. It was really terrible."

The little lord spread his arms helplessly:

"It's like a nightmare."

"So I suggest you move a house."

The death knight moved his finger and said to the soul in front of him:

"I have a magnificent palace in Delano, but there is a lack of high-ranking people there, which makes the palace look gloomy and boring, you know, the life of the dead is boring enough, so I think if you can Invite you wise souls to settle in there, and my home will probably get better."

There was a trace of helplessness in Tyrion's eyes:

"Especially after I added a daughter, you know, the gloomy place is really not suitable for children."

"Drano?"

The little lord froze for a moment: "Where is that? On the northern frontier of the mainland? Or Kalimdor?"

"No! None!"

Terion smiled and said, "In another world, it's actually not far away from here. You can even go with the crazy Duchess. I have a great undead doctor there, and it's easy to cure her."

"So, how long do we have to waste?"

Just as Tyrion and the ghost were talking about each other, another cold voice sounded, and the ghost looked back, and an old man in a purple robe with a staff in his hand pushed the wooden door and walked into the town, the ghost There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, and he greeted the guy.

"Hey, Master Khadgar, I haven't seen you for a long time! You seem...it seems a little different."

"Of course, Lord Lowen."

The great lich Khadgar touched his heart and said calmly:

"I died, and then lived again. Naturally, it is different from before. As for you, I suggest that you listen to Tyrion and call your ghost friends at the fastest speed to start moving. This will soon be unsuitable. You live!"

The soul of the little lord named Lorvin asked in surprise:

"Why? Are those dangerous paladins coming to clean up here?"

"Do not!"

Tyrion stretched out his hand and bounced in the air, whistling, and once again changed the shape of the magic sword Apocalypse appeared in its hands, the more active buzzing and whistling of the magic blade awakened to the second stage represented its deep The evil soul hidden in the sword is more active.

Lord Dark Blade raised his head and looked at the mage tower towering in the dark curtain before him. As if he saw the figure standing on the high roof, he said softly:

"Because we... this time, we came for it, for Karazhan!"

The magic blade in Tyrion's hands smelled the master's will, and it buzzed more fiercely. At the feet of the death knight, the dead spirits buried in this earth were awakened, and in the panic-screamed ghosts, An army of undead composed of white bones and walking corpses followed behind Tyrion and Khadgar and walked to the closed tower of the Master.

Standing in front of Karazhan's closed door, Tyrion looked back at the gathered ghosts behind him, and there was a cold smile in the corner of his mouth:

"Come on! Leave here, go to Delano..."

"Darkblade Knights, welcome you!"

After that, the death knight waved the apocalypse, and the crescent-shaped blade screamed and fell. The iron railing covered with magic and covered with rust was scattered in the jump of sparks, and the remains of the railing were all over the death knight. The surrounding earth, in front of his eyes, there is a red wooden gate, in the flow of merciless time, this gate has become decayed.

"boom"

The death knight waved a foot and kicked the decaying gate. He turned sideways and made a "please" gesture. Behind him was a calm, indifferent big lich Khadgar holding the stick of the guardian. After a little hesitation, he strode into the mage tower.

After parting with life and death, he returned to the place where all destiny began, but this time, he did not come to ask for magic, not to take on Kirin Tor’s spy mission, nor to save the world, nor even In order to kill his dear mentor again.

Coming here with a dead body, Khadgar's purpose is very simple. He wants to talk to his mentor.

That's all.

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"Go!"

Medivh’s unreal figure stands on the top of Karazhan’s twisted roof, where you can easily see the intertwined scenes of reality and unreal. During the period when the Dark Titan dominated the soul, the power of the Dark Titan infiltrated this This area has turned it into the weakest area in the entire world of Azeroth.

Sargeras once wanted to summon a demon army here, but in the end, it still adopted Kil'jaeden's conspiracy to destroy the world a little bit.

Medivh stayed in Karazhan. On the one hand, he wanted to keep the future fragments inside Karazhan. On the other hand, he also had to keep this twisted space to prevent the demon from infiltrating the world from here.

And now, on this rooftop, Medivh stands there alone, behind him, his good friend Anduin Losa who grew up with him, and his lonely mother Magna Aegwynn.

"Come on! Leave here!"

Medivh watched the undead awakened by Tyrion rush into Karazhan. He closed his eyes and said softly:

"He came for me...the revenge is so strong, but what he did...maybe, maybe we used to make mistakes, but...however, we are to save this world."

He turned around and the wind of the void blew up the last guardian's shadow robe, wrapped in a robe dotted with crow wings, it was an already exhausted soul.

"I have told you all the future I see, Lothar!"

Medivh looked at his friends who grew up together, he said softly:

"But the future has been completely changed with the intervention of Tyrion, and the future fragments of Karazhan are also shining in chaos, whether it is good or bad, no one can judge at present, but at least when resisting the invading demons, There will be an additional army in this world, which may be a good thing."

"But I don't want to leave like this! Medivh, my friend."

Marshal Lothar wore a thick set of armor. He held a blood-red two-handed sword in his hand. He put the blade on the ground, and his eyes were filled with a will to fight:

"I can't leave my friend and run away alone. I have left you once, and it makes me so painful, I don't want to experience it a second time! You took me out of the fate of death, nor did you want me to Be a deserter, right?"

"But the Alliance needs your guidance!"

Medivh stepped forward and aggravated the tone: "Internal contradictions, external threats, between the kings fighting for power and profit, you can't see the threat hidden in the dark, you also see that future, the devil will enter this world, they It will disrupt the world and will open a turbulent era that consumes all hope of Azeroth."

"In the deepest part of this world, the most desperate power has recovered. You know who is our true enemy! Losa, my destiny will come to an end tonight, and you, you will shoulder my unfinished mission. You are more powerful than me, and you can convince the people of the coalition more than me. The most important thing is... your body has the most noble blood!"

Medivh stretched out his hands, and the unreal soul shrouded in the shadows used this method to hold his friend's wrist. He said in a deep voice:

"The blood of Emperor Arathor cannot be cut off like this, only the noble blood can bring the entire alliance and all humans together! Under the banner you hold high, the alliance cannot be divided! Absolutely not!"

"But I don't know what to do!"

Field Marshal Loza looked at a loss. The old man whispered:

"I'm not ready yet, this... this is much harder than winning the orcs."

"You don't need to be prepared, Lothar."

Medivh took a step back, and between his fingers dancing quietly, a portal that suddenly opened at the foot of Lothar put the unpredictable old marshal into it. In Lothar's horrified eyes, he saw Medivh determined Back view.

"Old friend, destiny will prepare you, goodbye... goodbye."

"Medwin, no!!!"

Lothar’s shout still echoed in the icy rooftop, the rooftop door was broken open in a rough way, and in the light of broken wood debris flying everywhere, the whole body was covered with dark red jumping rays of Terry Ang, holding the magic sword Tianqi, walked onto the silent twisted roof.

Behind him is Khadgar, who looks unchanged.

"Well, Mr. Medivh, we meet again!"

Tyrion was wrapped in death energy, his voice became extremely low and hollow:

"The "Farewell Ceremony" you held for me is still unforgettable. In return, I also held a grand "Farewell Celebration" for you!"

"You don't need to worry about the future of this world anymore, you never need to worry about it again..."

The death knight stepped forward, he said softly:

"I'm here...to you, real relief and...freedom!"

"Come on!"

A trembling figure was holding the staff, and it was blocked in front of Tyrion’s eyes. Ms. Magna Aegwynn, the former guardian who had lost her power, protected her son as a mother, and she was fierce. Stared at Tyrion, her old face shone with an unyielding look:

"You! Evil! You never want to touch my son!"

"Yo, Ms. Aegwynn."

Tyrion stopped, he looked at the former guardian in front of him, a cruel light flashed in his ice-blue eyes, he waved the magic blade in his hand, the scream of the apocalypse made the surrounding silence become noisy :

"This sword is longing for your soul, it is longing for the mission that once failed... Let go! I don't want to bully a weak old lady!"

"Then come! Evil, let me see how strong you are!"

"Om"

The jumping violet magic lines moved in the space around Aegwynn and Tyrion. In the shriek of Aegwynn, she and the death knight suddenly disappeared into the area of ​​this rooftop.

This sudden change did not surprise the remaining two people. Khadgar took the Guardian's Staff, and he took a few steps forward, out of the shadow behind him. He looked at the familiar figure in front of him with cold eyes. He leaned down slightly, as before, and whispered:

"Long time no see, tutor."

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