Azeroth’s Death Track

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Necromancers, this is a variation of the power of magic that extends into the realm of death.

Because of the frequent dealings with corpses and ghosts, and the current mainstream belief in the human world is the light of the light, this kind of magic is of course regarded as evil and taboo by humans.

However, the necromantic spell has a long history. Although there is no official record, in a phantom of history, in fact, the necromantic spell has already had traces of self-existence during the elven empire 10,000 years ago.

Even in the 6800-year history of the Quel'Thalas High Elf, Tyrion is not the first undead in the true sense of the High Elf. If Tyrion's memory is not a problem, he should be the second .

The elf mage standing in front of his eyes is the first one like the one who started the game.

Ms. Ai Gewen looked at the death knight in front of her with a complicated look. The encounter at the tomb of Sargeras was not friendly. She thought the death knight was a threat, but her baby son thought that Tyrion Can help them.

The mother was born but her son, so Ms. Aegwynn also withdrew her hostility. She took a step back and pointed to the silent necromancer behind him and introduced to Tirion:

"This is my old friend of Medivh. He is your predecessor. He existed as a body of undead before 2800 years ago. Until today, his name is..."

"Merry Winter Wind!"

Tyrion looked at the silent wizard, and he said:

"I lived through his biography, the heroic mage who had to fight for Quel'Thalas in the battle of the trolls. Although the language was unknown, at the end of the biography, he did not say that he died... Now it seems that I guessed right, you really are alive."

"Um...it makes me curious."

The Necromancer was called to break his name, but he was not surprised. He reached out and turned his hood back to reveal the long silver hair. His eyes leaped with no emotion, which belonged to the dead. He looked at Tyrion before him, and after a moment, he whispered:

"Is the inheritance of the Blade of Dawn finally dying? In my time, the family of the Dawn Blade is a famous family of mages. The powerful magic talent hidden in you is wasted. I heard about the blade of the Dawn for the last time. The news is that when you joined the far walker, you should have become an excellent mage, but unfortunately you abandoned your inherent strength..."

The dry voice of Meili Dongfeng is full of regret and loss. In the past 3,000 years, many things have been wiped out. In his time of living with the body of the cursed dead, he saw the death of his peers and participated in them. At the funeral of their descendants, at the birth of their descendants, at the funeral of those descendants, all this has wiped out his feelings.

But seeing the former family of friends lose their last heritage, it still made him a little sighed.

And this regret made Terion shake his head, and he replied:

"The branch of Dawn Blade is still there. If I remember correctly, I still have a cousin, Myra. Dawn Blade, he also inherited the blood of Dawn Blade, and... who said I wasted myself Talent?"

The death knight raised his head, his ice-blue eyes turned red like blood at this moment, he raised his hand, blood sprang out of his fingertips, jumped wantonly, and finally spun around his body quickly, just like a possession Self-life is the same as the blood snake of consciousness.

"The talents inherited from my fathers have made me, they are part of me that cannot be expelled, even after death, this power can be used by me!"

This scene made Meili Dongfeng's eyes wide open. In 2800 years, he had seen too many incredible things, but for the first time, such an evil ability as Tyraion's blood-sucking.

"This is a variant of vampire?"

Ms. Ai Gewen said in surprise:

"I never knew that the mysterious curse of flesh and blood would form such an ability!"

"I also saw it for the first time..."

Meili Dongfeng's figure appeared beside Tyrion between the flashes of light and shadow. He carefully observed the blood flowing around the death knight in front of him. After a while, he said softly:

"Although there are records in the classics about the bloodthirsty curse of the ancient Vrykul, but it seems that the ancient curse of the ancient blood also affected the troll, and the elf branch that evolved from the troll inherited This effect has been minimal, but now, a clear example appears in front of us...this is really a big discovery!"

He raised his head and stared directly at Tyrion’s eyes that had returned to ice blue again. He whispered:

"It seems that you have also discovered the stubborn disease hidden in the body of the high elves... the dual effect of the residue of the flesh curse and the magic addiction has achieved you, Tyrion, you are no longer a pure elf or a dead person, you are a slave A monster that has never appeared."

"I call myself Sahrain, and I am not a monster!"

Tyrion replied that the name gave Merry Dongfeng a stun, and then he nodded in satisfaction.

"Blood Elf...a nice title!"

"Okay, gentlemen, we can discuss the issue of historical remnants later."

The shadow of Medivh interrupted Meili Dongfeng's desire to study. His distorted voice sounded under the stars: "Mr. Tyrion came from afar, his time is pressing, and we should enter the discussion of the matter. "

He reached out and waved his fingers, and a deep phantom appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was a horror scene among the stars. In a completely broken world, the densely packed demons hovering directly on the mainland in the cold starry sky. Above it, from the lowest-level imp, to the highest-level abyss lord and dreadlord, all kinds of demons are noisy among the stars.

The dark green evil fire burning on them almost ignited the broken world in the void. This is a burning legion, a legion of demons.

As the perspective of the picture gets closer, the huge portal that has risen in the middle of this broken world has not been lit, but only from the scale of this portal, once it is lit, tens of millions Through it, the devil can easily enter a certain unlucky world.

"Maton, the demon star, this is the memory that I follow Sargeras, the end of the wandering in the astral world...I have insight into the movement of the demons."

Medivh's distorted voice sounded at this moment:

"The demons are building an army that is enough to destroy any world, and according to the information I have learned, their destination is Azeroth, and the orcs are just the pieces that disrupt the world. After the orcs fail, they want Shirtless."

The **** news made Nylas, Aegwynn and Merri Winterwind silent at the same time, but Tyrion was indifferent to it. After his death, he lacked responsibility for the world. After the shadow of Medivh introduced the situation , He said:

"Frankly speaking, you guys, I think the matter you are discussing has nothing to do with me. It is not up to us to decide whether the devil is going to destroy this world. On another continent, the Cadore night elves are already defending against demon attacks. It’s been 10,000 years, and this is something they should worry about."

Death Knight’s words were somewhat cold and lacking in sentiment, but the shadow of Medivh nodded. He looked at Tyrion and said in a deep voice:

"This is something we need to worry about. The human world can't accept the camp of the dead, so your place of use is not here, and this time I invite you to come to help you when we are powerless."

This sentence made Terion take a step back, and he spread his hands:

"Sorry! But I haven't made up my mind to join your small organization yet. Ms. Aegwynn should know that I am not interested in saving the world."

"The Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras are in your hands! The fraudster has noticed you! This is not the time for you to opt out."

The shadow of Medivh accentuated, and behind him, Nielas Elan raised his hand, and a scorching magic was beating in his hands. The old mage looked indifferent. After his baby son had finished speaking, he With a slight cough:

"You don't really think that we are discussing this with you?"

This strongness made Ms. Aegwynn unconsciously reach out to hold her husband's arm, and Tyrion's face did not change much, he just shrugged:

"Since Mage Ellen already knows that the eye of Sargeras is in my hands, you should also know that at any moment I have the ability to kill the dead net. Even so, do you have to force me to join you?"

The uncomfortable words made the atmosphere of the scene suddenly tense. The eyes of Sargeras, full of destructive power, are like nuclear weapons in this world, extremely dangerous, especially when it is killed by a dead person who lacks emotion and reason. When holding it in your hand.

After 2 minutes of silence, Meili Dongfeng coughed lightly:

"Tirion, maybe you misunderstood Elan’s meaning. He is always used to solving problems in a tough way, and I also believe that you will not reject us so recklessly, although we don’t know what your ultimate purpose is. , But from what you have done recently, we can cooperate."

The shadow of Medivh also said:

"No matter what you think in your heart, as long as your approach is consistent with us, we can become friends!"

This change in attitude made the death knight who was planning to withdraw hesitated for a moment, and his eyes shone with distrust, but in the end, he said:

"Then let me just say it. I will not stay in Azeroth for too long. My destination is Draenor, so no matter what you want to do, you can see that I can't help you."

"But you won't stay in Draenor forever!"

Ms. Ai Gewen stood beside her husband, and she looked at Tyrion:

"I've seen your Death Knights with your own eyes, and you have been struggling to follow Gul'dan into the Tomb of Sargeras. You can't know the secret of Sargeras' Eye and Sargeras' Scepter, but you both I know... there is ambition hidden in your heart, Tyrion, I can see at a glance! After your plump wings, you will eventually return to this world! Come back with your army of undead!"

For this statement, the death knight did not deny, but did not admit, he just shrugged:

"That's the future, what will happen in the future, nobody knows, maybe I will step into Draenor the first time, and I will be corpse by the violent orcs... this is also a future, isn't it? "

"You will conquer or destroy the world is also the future, but this is not within the scope of our discussion."

The shadow of Medivh shook his head to stop some of his mother's hostility towards Tyrion. He looked at the death knight and he said in a deep voice:

"Since you are not willing to join at the moment, we will not be forced, but I hope you can help us... this is something you can do, and for this, I will pay you to make you satisfied. !"

This sentence made the death knight raise his eyebrows. Speaking, Karazhan did have something he really needed, so after a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked at the shadow of Medivh:

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Simple, I need you to save my old friend Anduin Losa from his cruel destiny!"

The shadow of Medivh said softly:

"Just like you did at the Tomb of Sargeras, completely change a person's fate!"

Tyrion raised his eyebrows, and he could guess that Medivh's things must be difficult, but this kind of direct intervention in fate still made him unable to refute:

"This can't be done at all! As long as I dare to intervene in the duel between Lothar and Orgrim, the nasty bronze dragons will appear immediately and wipe me out! It may even directly alarm the king of time... IMHO, Mr. Medivh, you are letting me die!"

"Don’t be so anxious to refuse, Mr. Tyrion, what is the truth about the so-called guardian time of the bronze dragon, you and I all know... from the long-term destiny, they belong to the poor worm that will soon meet the end and destruction Doing desperate efforts in the truth of despair, but never seeing the hope of salvation, they have long since failed... they can't control their destiny, they can't even save themselves."

The shadow of Medivh slowly disappeared in the light of the starry sky. At the moment of disappearance, he blinked at Tyrion:

"So there is no need to fear them, and before you make a decision, why not look at the rewards?"

Tyrion's brow raised, he was silent for a few minutes, and finally, he nodded.

"Okay! I look forward to it."

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