Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Om"

Between the purple magical lights shining, Tyrion carrying something in his hands returned to the enclosed rooftop of Karazhan.

He seemed to have experienced a melee battle, his armor was missing, leaving only a barely complete pair of pants. The death knight was naked with his upper body, and he seemed to have a dark and fallen beauty.

In front of him, he could still barely maintain a complete closed roof. At this time, the magical power of the crazy collision was torn like the most terrible post-war ruins. Under the effect of the huge magic power, the scattered stones were separated into one. A posture that violates the rules of gravity, scattered floating on this platform that has lost its integrity, and looking at it, this platform seems to be no longer in Karazhan's original position.

It is not even within the scope of Azeroth, around this platform is a cold and silent starlight.

It seems that when he is busy, Khadgar and Medivh are not idle. The master and apprentice have launched a big fight in the stars. As for the result.

Lord Darkblade looked back and sat on a chair, the breath was weak, and the magic around his body jumped chaotically, even Khadgar, whose six golden rune locks were dimmed...Obviously, in this master-disciple duel, he Lost.

Tyrion looked back at the difficult Medivh standing on the other side of the platform. The soul body of the last guardian had become dim. His magical power was quickly dissipating, and even his own existence was difficult to maintain. Under his robe, the position of his feet was completely empty. Obviously, his soul also quickly escaped after being hit hard.

"Oh, it seems you haven't won."

Tyrion shrugged and threw two things in his hand at Medivh's feet. He pulled out the extremely satisfied Magic Blade Apocalypse on his backhand, leaned on the ground, and introduced Medivh to:

"On the left is Ms. Magna Aegwynn, a living person who has lived for 1,000 years and she is dead."

"On the right is Mr. Merri Dongfeng, a dead man who has lived for nearly 5,000 years, and he is also dead."

He looked at Medivh and said calmly:

"Your small team has been broken up by me, and everyone related to you is dead. You see, you are really a broom star, Mr. Medivh, but Khadgar has lost, so I think, It’s time we started the second meeting."

"Om"

The beating blade of dark red energy pointed to the silent Medivh. After the body had undergone a strange transformation, the death energy contained in the body of Tyrion increased further, and then evolved into another form.

The shattered, looming lightning sparks look very cool, and... dangerous!

"The Lord of the Dark Blade Knights Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, challenge you, the last guardian, Medivh!"

Faced with this challenge, Medivh did not answer immediately. He bent down, and the action was very difficult in the fast dissipating soul and magic. He knelt in front of the two corpses in a half-kneeling gesture, and he extended his hand. , Slowly closing Ms. Aegwynn’s eyes that had lost her life.

"I used to hate her. When I was young, in my memory, only my father was with me. Mr. Elan, he was very strict and strict, but every time after I finished a difficult course, My father will reward me, take me to eat a big meal in the golden rose in the best tavern in Stormwind City, and occasionally take the same size of me as Lion and Losa to go hiking in the western wilderness, that is my memory The best piece."

Medivh's voice was weakened by the heavy damage. His equally illusory fingers stroked Ms. Aegwynn's cheek, helping her wipe away the blood stains left on her face, and there was a touch of sadness in his voice.

"And my mother, she seldom appears in front of me, one year, two years... I have seen her a handful of times, and the time of each meeting is very short, so short that I am too late to experience maternal love. It feels like she is tougher than her father. Every time she comes back, she will teach me to abstain from weird magic. I hate those... I used to hate my inherent responsibility and strength."

"Until, the night when I lost my father, the uncontrollable magic power made me tear up a third of the palace. My father died in that storm to protect me, and my mother fell into a coma. At the beginning, I could feel that she was beside my bed, she looked at me helplessly, with tears dripping in her eyes. I have never seen her always so sad and helpless with a serious and determined look ...She called my name over and over again. Eventually, she collapsed and she confessed everything to me. The helpless are like ordinary women, even more vulnerable."

"From that moment, I forgave her."

Medivh withdrew his finger, and he stood up, his manic magic gathered in the ruins of the platform. In the illusion of the stars, the angry guardian even caused the stars to deflect.

He raised his head, his wise eyes were already filled with anger, and he extended his hand, and the guardian's rod that Khadgar put aside was like a breasted swallow returning to Medivh. A crazy flash of lightning was beating around his body, making the eyes of this lonely soul flooded with lightning and thunder.

"But now, I have lost them! Because of you, because of you cold-hearted monster!"

He took a step forward, drawing a silvery white arc on the edge of his eyes. He stared at Tyrion and pointed the staff in his hand:

"Tyrian. The Blade of Dawn, not as a guardian, but as the sons of Magna Aegwynn and Nilas Ellen...I accept your challenge!"

"Revenge for my parents who died in your hands!"

"boom"

The bright sparks of lightning descended from the sky, and the figure of Medivh, who was letting go, and Tyrion, who was sprinting forward, were photographed into it. Khadgar, who was watching all this, the weak lich stood against the wall and stood up. Adjusted his whole robe, bowed and bowed to the battlefield where the magic and death collided wildly.

It's like the most solemn farewell.

"My mentor... all the way..."

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This terrifying battle is difficult to describe the process, as Medivh as the last guardian, he was once the best mage hunter Nilas. Elan of the Tiris Arcana and the guardian who had the longest guardian magic Aegwynn taught at the same time, plus the time that the dark Titan was hiding in his soul.

This rare experience makes Medivh unrivalled in the attainment of magic. In fact, Medivh may be proficient in all the magic systems of Azeroth, from the mysterious prayers of night elves to the obscure druids. Natural magic, to the treacherous witchcraft of trolls, or the elaborate casting of high elves.

Even elemental magic from the world of Draenor, evil magic from demons and spiritual magic from Nasrezmim.

And he also has enough magic power to support him to release these weird spells that are impossible to appear on a person.

It was like being bombarded in turn by an entire group of wizards. In the irritable magic vortex, even if the power of the death knight Tyrion was fully on, it was like the duckweed in the wind, trying to maintain his body in the wind, and then Counterattack.

"boom"

The dark green lightning that fell from the sky split like a knife on the death knight's shoulder. Between the evil energy corrosion, his left arm was completely wrapped by the dark green scorching light cluster, and the cold frost storm quickly ripped to death again. The anti-magic shield propped up by the knight swarmed on his scorching left arm.

The extremely hot blood and flesh were cooled down by the extreme cold, and the catastrophic consequence was that the arm was torn like pieces of steel thrown into the void of the void in the collision of two forces. split.

It is the most terrible punishment in the world.

"Om"

The magic blade hand in Tyrion's right hand rose and fell. Before the torn injury extended to the body, he cut off the completely necrotic right arm. The death knight looked at the broken arm on the ground and looked at it again. It seems that the devil in the sky is generally present in Medivh in the magic storm. The latter's eyes are cold and unrelenting. There is no doubt that Medivh is torturing him in this way.

The huge magic force gathered by the desperate guardians can completely destroy Tyraine's body in an instant, but for a seriously wounded soul, carrying this extreme pressure is equivalent to quick suicide.

Medivh only disappeared with his feet. Now, his body has completely disappeared from the waist down. The sparks of the soul are scattered in this starry sky, which means that Medivh is dying quickly, in a true sense.

"It's not over yet!"

Tyrion gritted his teeth, the body variation brought by the blood from Kazak behind him, and the huge black wings that flapped, let him quickly rush out of the ground, holding the magic blade with one hand, in the dark red light. In the envelope, cut the oncoming magic and spells, just like Mars hitting the earth, hitting Medivh's magic shield with his own body.

This very childish blow didn't hurt Medivh at all. On the contrary, the death knight who was hit head-on was bound in the air by heavy magic power, and even the right arm holding the weapon was imprisoned.

Medivh looked calmly at Tyrion, who was about to be crushed by magic, and he asked:

"Leave with me, Tyrion, your disappearance is a blessing to this world. So I will only ask you, do you want to confess? Sinner!"

Tyrion raised his head hard, and his ice-blue eyes met Medivh, who was about to die. A smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"You are alone, Medivh, you have no friends."

"Ok?"

"But I have!"

In the reflection of the death knight's eyes, two groups of bronze sparks flashed, burning like a torch in the magic tide rolled by Medivh.

"I found a new friend, Medivh... this time, I also invited them to come together."

"Witness the wither of the guardian!"

"Click, click"

Two chains representing the power of time, from left to right, through the thick magic tide, buckled on the body of Medivh. The full operation from the two bronze dragons made the power of time fill Medivh's body at this moment. Forcibly cut him off from the magic storm he controlled.

Sephor and Cromi's complexion is not easy, it is not so easy to control the desperate guardian.

"boom"

Losing the magic shackles, Tyrion fell on the icy ground, but the next moment, he stood up on the ground with a magic blade, carrying a buzzing apocalypse, and walked step by step to be locked in the platform by the chain of time. Guardian on the edge.

With the advancing footsteps, a glare flashed in his eyes, and the arc of the grinning became more and more obvious on his cheeks, until he stood in front of Medivh's eyes, looking at the dark and stubborn eyes, he waved the apocalypse.

"Goodbye, Medivh!"

At the next moment, the magic sword suddenly fell, but at the same time, a cold palm rested on Tyrion's shoulder, and Khadgar's jerky voice:

"You promised me, Tyrion! You promised me!"

"Om"

The blade of the apocalypse rested on the neck of Medivh’s soul, and only a trace of it could completely destroy the integrity of this soul, but in the end, the Lord of the Dark Blade retracted the sword, and there was a rush of disgust and bloodthirsty in his eyes. But soon disappeared, he took a step back, took a breath like a living person, took two black soul stones from the storage ring, and stuffed them into the chain of time in Medivh's eyes.

Then he stretched out his hand and pushed Medivh off the platform. Under the void of the platform, there was an endless bronze vortex, which was the vortex of time.

Tyrion raised his head and whispered to Chromie suspended in the air:

"For the sake of Mr. Khadgar, give him a good dream as the end of the guardian."

"Mr. Medivh also deserves a good dream...so, that's it."

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