The Scepter of Sargeras, a dangerous weapon, is a dangerous weapon that is not quite accurate to describe anything associated with the Dark Titan as "dangerous" just by its name.

Seriously, though, for the incredibly powerful Dark Titan, he probably didn't think of the scepter as a weapon, and when he ordered his Ereda Warlock to make it for him, he actually used it as a convenient portal.

And the only time this scepter was used was 828 years ago, when the soul and power incarnation of Sargeras used the incomparable spatial characteristics of this scepter to forcibly tear apart the barrier of space, appeared in Azeroth, and through a perfect "performance", let his dark soul lurk in the heart of the guardian Egwen, and through the method of occupying, let a trace of his soul become part of the soul of Medivan born in the future.

It can be said that the opening of the Dark Gate and the orc invasion are just a game when the Dark Titan is idle, and 800 years is just a flick of his fingers for him.

"What's really powerful about this scepter is that as long as it can form a stable connection with one world, it can easily weaken the integrity of both worlds, making them more prone to collapse!"

The Blood Mage Severn holds a black scepter in both hands, which is decorated with strong Nasrezm-style wings and a purple gem that hovers over the top of the staff, which looks corrupt and evil, and is said to represent the Dark Titan's conjecture and belief in the star soul of Azeroth.

Severn's old skin had grown much younger because of the blood, his eyes were reddening and the light shining in them was becoming more and more hazy, and with the help of Ottem, the two Salein mages inserted the Scepter of Sargeras into a freshly carved circle.

From here, you can almost see the huge dark gate, the dark green, storm-like energy gate, and there are heavily armed orcs coming and going from it all the time, the thing is nearly 20 meters high and 15 wide, it is a gate that connects the two worlds.

This circle is a charged circle, which is used to provide energy for the scepter of Sargeras, which seals the portal to countless worlds, and does not need the assistance of a specific space circle at all, as long as there is enough energy, it can tear through space, and it is not difficult to make a dark door.

"Ready, Mr. Tyrion."

Severn asked in the spirit link, "What do I do now?" ”

"Wait!"

Tyrion replied with a very simple word, located on the Burning Plains, and seeing the bronze dragon with three minions and claws getting closer and closer to him, the Death Knight clenched his fists and whispered:

"You may be able to make a bet, Mr. Medivan, you may be able to take a gamble! Maybe my subordinates won't manipulate it? Maybe they don't know which world the Scepter of Sargeras is activated... Maybe they and I don't know the coordinates of the Demon Star Marton. ”

Tyrion's eyes narrowed:

"Maybe they and I don't know where the Burning Legion base is... By the way, what's that base world called? Agus, right? ”

"That name, how do you know that?"

Medivan's voice became hoarse, and Tyrion shrugged:

"I don't just know Argus, I know a lot of apocalyptic worlds full of demons, and each of them is inhabited by a huge number of demons, such as Xonos, such as Reincona, and Nasresa... You see, we could have gambled on one out of five or one out of ten, and I don't think our luck would be that bad. ”

Mediven didn't answer, and the Death Knight glanced at the bronze dragon in the sky that was less than 1,000 meters away from him, and he coughed lightly and comforted:

"Don't be so pessimistic, Mr. Medivan, maybe we'll fail, you see, that hellish place is so close to the Dark Gate, if it fails, it will undoubtedly link to the Dark Gate, and when the time comes, it'll be like a super bomb..."

“BOOM！”

Tyrion uttered an onomatopoeia, and his fingers moved:

"At most, a third of the continents will be wiped out, which is nothing to the whole world, after all, the remaining continents and countries are enough for you to save... You see, on the bright side, the fewer people there are, the easier it is to save. ”

"You're not going to do that!"

Medivan's voice was extremely dry: "Just invoke the Scepter of Sargeras, and you will be noticed by the Dark Titan..."

"Look at what you say, it makes people laugh! Medivan, I'm dying! Do you think I still care about that? ”

Tyrion's voice became grim:

"Do you want me to remind you that you're playing a game you're not good at with a dead madman, Medivan, I've already died once, and you've died once, do you think people like us would be afraid to die again?"

"You don't have enough energy to start it!"

Medivan shouted:

"You're just bluffing! Die on the Burning Plains, Tyrion, and your death is a good thing for anyone, even yourself! You've been ruined by death, and from body to soul, you've been transformed into a monster through and through! ”

"Hah! Then let's have some fun! ”

The Death Knight closed his eyes, his fingers pressed against the hilt of the magic sword behind his back, and in the sky in front of him, the yellow light curtain around the three bronze dragons pulsed, as if it was some kind of summoning magic, and in less than a second, three more bronze dragons appeared beside them, and they looked almost exactly like them.

The Bronze Dragons are terrifying because these freaks who have the power of time can summon their past and future selves to help them fight, and even if you kill them at this point in time, they can continue to live in the past time... Unless you destroy the entire vast network of timelines, you simply won't be able to kill a bronze dragon in the true sense of the word.

They are almost immortal!

"Severn! Launch it! Let's bet on our luck! ”

The two Blood Mages near the Dark Gate glanced at each other, and Ortem carefully pulled out a delicate wooden box from the TouchRing of Touch, and at the same time that the wooden box was opened, the six bronze dragons above Tyrion's head spewed out a breath of time like yellow quicksand towards the Death Knight.

Anything that comes into contact with this dragon's breath, even if it's masonry and gravel, will be weathered at a rate of hundreds of times its own flow rate.

Time... It's a poison!

"Charge with the Eye of Sargeras, you're really prepared, Tyrion! I... I really underestimate you! ”

"Huh"

In Medivan's deep voice, the time breath that was about to contaminate Tyrion's body quickly returned to the mouths of the six bronze dragons in a gesture of turning back time, and the Death Knight stood in place, as if watching a movie played backwards.

The time dragon quickly retreated, disappearing into the time vortex where they came, and soon, even the three counterclockwise time vortices disappeared.

However, this time lapse was directed at the bronze dragon, and the rest of the scene did not change, and this scene made Tyrion clench his fists, and he felt a hint of familiarity in this strange event.

"Directly interfering with the timeline? I remember you weren't good at time magic, Medivan, what did you do with that? ”

The death knight who escaped death sat on the ground, although the body of the dead man will not feel tired, but the experience of life and death is a very big match for the soul, if he can still breathe, it is estimated that he is already in a state of panting at this time.

In the face of Tyrion's question, Medivan just calmly replied:

"There are a lot of secrets in this world that haven't been discovered yet, and there are some places that are not affected by the timeline... Give me the Eye of Sargeras and the Staff of Sargeras, and you can get out of here and go to Draenor! ”

"As long as I'm still here, you'll never want to come back!"

"Then you'll have to try to live a little longer, Medivan."

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and commanded his companions in the spirit link, then said to Medivan:

"When we pass through the Dark Gate, the scepter will be handed over to you! But the Eye of Sargeras, I'm still useful..."

"You have to give me both!"

Medivin didn't give an inch, and the Death Knight, who had remounted his horse, snorted:

"I warn you, Mr. Medivan, if you challenge my bottom line again, you won't get anything! Think about the distance between my subordinates and the Dark Gate, you don't even want to catch them with teleportation, it's a big deal if I die here, they will continue to advance my plans in another world, and maybe even crazier, is this really the ending you want? ”

"You are a good mage, I think you should understand the meaning of the word 'temperance', and it is already my great kindness to give you the scepter, especially when you almost killed me, you are such a lion with such a big mouth, Medivan, don't you feel ashamed? ”

Medivan's voice sounded again after a long time:

"Do it yourself, Tyrion."

The mage's voice disappeared completely, and the death knight's eyes suddenly jumped, if he still had the ability to sweat, I am afraid that his shirt would be soaked at this time.

If Medivan's heart had been a little more ruthless, Tyrion would have died today... He did know the names of the worlds that were occupied by demons, and he had been to those worlds, but... He wasn't a mage who was proficient in arcane arts, and he couldn't describe the location of those worlds with precise Void coordinates, which meant that the series of threats just now were just bluffing.

Thankfully, Mediven is not a true prophet, his predictions for the future are based on the future fragment of Karazan, if he is facing the prophet of the Delaney, Viren, Tyrion will definitely not use this bluff method, but with Viren's character, it is estimated that the Death Knight will not encounter such an unplanned risk.

"Glokush, are you okay?"

Tyrion asked in a low voice, and a moment later, the angry voice of the orc death knight came:

"Egwene and her concubine have imprisoned me! Damn it! That necromancer almost killed me, what the hell happened? ”

"It's just a matter of seeking skin with the tiger, so everyone is safe and sound."

Tyrion took the reins of his horse, and made his way through the darkness as he muttered:

"Go to the Dark Gate, Glokush, and I'll get there as fast as I can!"

An hour later, at the entrance to the road leaving the Burning Plains, Tyrion stopped the reins of his horse, and on the mountain road in front of him, some uninvited, heavily armed "guests" stood in front of his horse.

It was a dozen black fellows, barely visible in the darkness, only their dark red eyes, and their strange height, and their brutal, rough roars.

"Black Iron Dwarves?"

Tyrion paused for a moment, he looked at the short, muscular men, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Are you blocking my way to experience what it's like to die?"

As he spoke, Tyrion's fingers were on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and as the sword rattled forward, a black iron dwarf in a robe stepped forward, and he stretched out his hands and shook them, shouting in a foul broken voice in the darkness:

"Wait! Death Knight! We're not here to fight you! We are from the Thor Silver Brotherhood and are a group of peace-loving Black Iron Dwarves! My name is Hansel. Punch, there's one thing we need in your hands very, very, very much! ”

"Hah! Peace-loving? ”

The Death Knight almost burst out laughing, his ice-blue eyes rolling, and after a moment he took the reins of his horse and whispered:

"It's laughable to associate this word with the Black Iron Dwarves, and the Brotherhood of Thorsilver... If I'm not mistaken, it's an organization that has betrayed the race, let's be honest, peaceful Monsieur Hansel, I'm curious, what do you want from me? ”

"And most importantly, what do I get?"