In the Darkblade Legion, the relationship between the King of the Darkblades and the Great Lich is complicated.

As a subordinate and subordinate level, the communication between Tyrion and Khadgar has always maintained a "normal" relationship, mixed with rules of respect, obedience, execution, and feedback, while between personal friendships, the Lord of the Dark Blade and the Grand Lich are far from being friends, at least compared to his hand-picked Death Lords, Tyrion and Khadgar's relationship is cold.

But the existence of the Great Lich is very necessary.

For example, before Khadgar joined, the Death Knights of the Darkblade Legion used a total of 12 necromantic rune combinations, and after Khadgar joined, the number of necromantic rune combinations with various special effects was rapidly increased to 53, greatly enhancing the ability of the lower knights to deal with various environments.

For another example, recruiting eligible low-level undead can recruit 400 low-level undead a day at the rate of the now-depleted Oakington Necropolis in the past, but now, just a small necropolis, the speed of conscription has reached the limit of 2,000 per day.

Khadgar is a rare thinker, especially in the obscure field of magic and energy, as well as the foundation and essence of power, he alone is worthy of the rest of the entire Darkblade Legion, he has become an inseparable and important part of the Darkblade Legion, and the Darkblade Warlock Corps under his command is steadily increasing in combat effectiveness.

The Warlock Regiment of the Darkblade Legion even has a hint of a dark magic base camp in the southern Xinjiang region, attracting many deviant humans to join it.

Therefore, regardless of the inner thoughts of the two, in formal occasions, Tyrion showed great restraint towards the Great Lich, he never interfered in Khadgar's research, and Khadgar never let Tyrion down, except for the one time in the Battle of the East Valley... There was only one disappointment.

So at this time, in the face of Khadgar's problem, Tyrion didn't hide too much, in fact, when it comes to the understanding of the sorrow of the magic sword frost, there is probably no one in this world who is more profound than Tyrion.

"First of all!"

Under the gaze of the Grand Lich, Tyrion stretched out a finger and shook it in front of the two of them:

"First of all, Frost Grief is not to make the killed death knight, it is just an energy converter, through a strange way, the energy in the body of the deceased is converted into death energy, and then controlled through soul fragments, that is, if I want to transform a knight, I must kill him with my own hands and extract his soul, and this process is likely to fail, and for me, it is a very, very waste of time."

"Secondly, Frostmourn's control of the soul is not perfect, especially those high-level undead who are powerful and have a spirit of resistance, such as any of the Death Lords in the Knights of the Dark Blade, I can guarantee that Frostmourn can't control them, at least it is impossible to control them for a long time, as long as the will of the sword-wielder is a little sensational, the high-level undead will flee immediately."

As he spoke, Tyrion shook his head and said with some disdain:

"And the most important thing is that there are too many souls stored inside Frost Sorrow, once there is a soul escape, then there must be more than one soul who escapes, only for those low-level undead, Frost Sorrow can achieve 100% control, and the problem is, I don't need it, I can also achieve full control over the low-level undead... Do you understand what I mean? ”

"yes, I see."

The Great Lich snapped his fingers:

"You don't need Frost's Sorrow anymore, and it sounds like you don't like that sword, can I ask why?"

"It's simple."

Tyrion picked up a glass of blood wine and shrugged at the Grand Lich:

"That sword is made of ice, and it can easily break when it is bombarded with great force... It's not a longsword for battlefield killing, it's not a reliable weapon that I like, I've found a replacement for the Apocalypse, and if I'm lucky, maybe I'll be able to harvest a second weapon this time. ”

He looked at the silver eyes of the Great Lich, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"But if you're interested, I can actually find a way to get that sword and give it to you, but in exchange... You'll probably have to pay a lot of things, and you don't know that Naozu doesn't just rely on Frostmourn to control the Undead Scourge, but also with a special helmet... The Helm of Domination, a magical evil artifact, is more powerful than Frost Sorrow, which resembles a large "soul furnace". ”

"Just throw away something insignificant, and you can make a thousand souls and souls work for you, and become the true master of souls, you... Want it? ”

Tyrion's strange voice made Khadgar's eyes move, and after a few seconds of eye contact with the King of the Blades, the Grand Lich quietly looked away, and he coughed lightly:

"I'm interested, but I believe that anything strong is dangerous, I'm happy with my life right now, I don't really want to change that, I'm serious."

"But anything changes, Khadgar, there is no such thing as an eternal thing, as long as you take a few more steps forward, everything will change."

Tyrion snapped his fingers, a low chirp came from the window, and a moment later, the ghost owl Moontalon, which had not been seen for a long, long time, flapped its wings and flew into Tyrion's mansion, like a gentle pet, gathered its wings and landed on the shoulder of the King of the Dark Blades, Tyrion reached out and placed a complete soul stone in the palm of his hand.

The ghost owl pressed its cute face to Tyrion's face, slid it up and down, and then flew out silently with its sharp beak and the soul stone in its mouth, disappearing into the darkness outside the window.

The Grand Lich watched calmly as the ghostly pet he had barely seen disappeared into the night, and behind him, the voice of the King of the Dark Blades remembered again:

"I'll always say, I'm staring at you, sometimes it's a joke, sometimes it's true... Moonpaw has a special ability to move freely between ghosts and entities, and as you know, owls are strange creatures that don't make even the slightest sound when they hunt, and if they don't want anyone else to see them, no one can see them. ”

"I've been raising it for 7 years now, it's my eyes, and a lot of times, it tells me everything that's "interesting"..."

The archlich's fingers tightened at this moment, and as if he were joking, he took a sip of blood wine, and without looking at the figure of the archlich, he whispered:

"The life of human beings is very short, in fact, the life of the dead is not long, and one day, we will get tired of all this, and then return to eternal peace, whether it is you or me, the same... Therefore, it is understandable to do some wrong things, after all, whether it is life or death, there is only one life, but the premise is that there are some things that cannot be done in this one-way trip... I mean..."

"Khadgar, are you hiding something from me?"

The voice of the King of the Dark Blades abruptly transformed into an unusually calm tone at this moment, and the silver light in the eyes of the Great Lich with his back to him was extremely active at this moment, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he shook his head.

"No, there isn't."

"It's good, you have to be honest with each other to be happy together."

The King of the Blades waved his hand:

"Go and do your thing, Khadgar, and I'm looking forward to the Disaster Day, which will be a new dawn, and the greatest contribution I can make to this world..." ”

The Great Lich did not use the portal this time, but walked out of Tyrion's mansion step by step, and in the light of the stars above the Midnight Garden, the figure of the Great Lich disappeared into the garden walkway, and the shadow was scattered on the path, looking so lonely.

Behind him, above the mansion, the King of the Blades stood quietly by the window with a glass of blood wine, and he watched the Great Lich leave until his figure disappeared completely, and the glass in Tyrion's hand was quietly crushed into powder by the great force at this moment.

"Then let's see, Khadgar... Look at what you're doing all this for..."

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The dawn sun is always the most punctual clock, and in the distant city of Gilneys, the famous physician Wolf. Mr. Wallace struggled to open his eyes between the two wonderful ** bodies.

Last night was another crazy night, but thanks to the abundant energy of the werewolf, he was still able to maintain his full energy in this situation of excessive drinking, he yawned, leaned over his little babies and kissed them lightly, and then put on his pajamas, yawned, and walked to the living room, ready to have some breakfast, and then start a boring new day.

After spending a few years in Gilneth, Wolf seems to have adapted to the pace of life, and the city, like the country, has a characteristic laziness that lies beneath its rigid exterior, and would have been a great place to retire if it weren't for the recent werewolf plague.

And just as Dr. Wolf returned to the table with his coffee, his leisurely movements suddenly stopped, and on the table in front of him, in the very center of the mahogany table, a crystal clear Episis Communication Stone was quietly placed.

Dr. Wolf was sure that this thing didn't belong to him, it must have been put here by someone who could hide from his super werewolf senses at some point in his wandering wreckage last night.

This made Dr. Wolf feel a slight chill in his neck, if the stalker could quietly put the crystal down in his living room and then leave leisurely, it would mean that he or she could easily take Wolf's head in his sleep... Or something else.

But worry is worry, fear is fear, Dr. Wolf still picked up the communication stone for the first time, activated it, and put it in his ear, and the hoarse voice that came from it made the hair on Wolf's whole body stand upside down, obviously, he knew who it was... He knew what that man meant in the current human empire.

And the voice was simple, it was a command... An action order that represents the end of his leisurely spy career, and that he will go on one last mission before returning to where he came from, to his true "home".

Wolf destroyed the communication crystal in his hand, he stood in the living room, looking with some nostalgia at the home where he had lived for several years, and even reached out and stroked each of his furniture, he had spent a wonderful time with many gentle ladies who could not be named, and every time he came back here, he would feel a sense of relaxation, as if he had returned to a real, warm, safe nest.

But eventually, Wolf stood in the middle of the living room, and after a deep breath, the nostalgia in his eyes was gone, replaced by a hint of eagerness.

"Wolves, they shouldn't have a home..."

"Click"

Dr. Wolfe's favorite vase was streaked across the corner of the table like fruit cut by a sharp knife after five dim rays of light, and he hummed an unknown ditty, opened his closet, took out a small gown, dressed himself in front of the dressing mirror, used some hairspray to make himself look no different from the prodigal doctor on a regular day, and finally, with his briefcase, opened the door.

The carriage of the royal family of Gilneth was already waiting for him at the entrance of the clinic.

The dashing doctor said hello to the waiter, and then got into the carriage, and in the low neighing of the Gilnesian highland horses, the carriage slowly moved forward, today, it was the day when Dr. Wolf went to the court of Gilnes to treat the nobles, and five days later, it was him and Jean. His Majesty Greyman's appointment for a consultation.

The king of Gilneth has been in some ill health recently, and as a physician hired by the royal family, Dr. Wolf is naturally duty-bound, in the bumpy carriage, Dr. Wolf opened his briefcase, as an excellent doctor, and the bag he carried with him was filled with various colors, potions of unknown effect, as well as several delicate silver syringes.

Dr. Wolf blinked, reached out from the bag in front of him, took out a vial of green potion the size of his thumb, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, and in the light reflected from the glass bottle, the doctor saw his own eyes.

Those are yellow eyes... Like a beast... Like a wolf!