"Boom"

After the last knight crossed the dark green vortex of the Dark Gate, Khadgar lifted the skull of Gul'dan in his hand, the sting of the magic energy pouring into his body, the dark magic wrapping around his body, causing the crimson robes to flutter.

The heavy mana that had been absorbed wrapped around the tip of the Guardian's Staff was like a black sword, and the threads of magic that connected the Dark Gate were cut one by one as Khadgar swung it, and this was the second time he had done so, and he seemed to be very skillful.

The dark green vortex of energy dimmed little by little, and finally refocused on a little magic star in a reverse rotation, and then disappeared in the vibration of the black light feathers flying in the sky.

The archmage took a deep breath, he raised his staff again, and the furious magic accompanied the wave of his fingers, like a sharp giant scythe, slashed at the platform of the Dark Gate, slashing the solemn Storm God Statue and the huge platform that had existed for nine years, along with the dark red hillside behind it.

Between the boulders and the dust, the symbol of the catastrophe of the two worlds, the Dark Gate... It collapsed completely.

And after doing all this, Khadgar turned his staff back behind him, and in the roar of the earth, he turned around, and behind him there were two witnesses of history.

Dressed in a black elven robe, black hunting breeches, delicate deerskin boots, neatly groomed long gray-white hair, and a decorative sword hanging from his waist, Tyrion today is not at all like a death knight known for his strength and cruelty, but rather like a personable elven nobleman.

Beside him was his wife, Aurelia, who was completely resigned to fate. Windranger.

This beautiful lady was not wearing her own ranger chain mail, she was wearing a bright red floral dress, along with the jeweled high heels under her feet, which were generously lent to the mistress by Miss Luminas, and the two were about the same figure, and it was not awkward to wear, and Aurelia's golden hair had dimmed in the transition between life and death, but it was just as beautiful as it was draped over her shoulders.

The blue familial war streaks on her cheeks have faded, and her unpowdered thin cheeks have a pitiful quality, if you don't look at her blood-red eyes and lips that look like they've been smeared with red lipstick.

Tyrion was unwilling to let his lover accept the fate of the Blood Servants, and in the transformation of the Shattrath Tavern, he injected almost all the blood of Salein into Aurelia's body, which gave Aurelia a powerful blood-sucking instinct that other Blood Servants did not possess at all, and was almost indistinguishable from the genuine Salein.

However, she is still not a real Salein, and with the gift of Tyrion, she may be able to break through the boundaries of the Blood Servant and successfully transform into a new subordinate, but with Aurelia's personality, she may never do so.

And after that transformation, the lives of the two people are truly linked, and the blood contract can completely ensure that the two live and die together... For couples whose feelings transcend life and death, this may be the most perfect ending.

Tyrion's icy blue eyes twitched as he watched Khadgar walk towards them, and he whispered:

"You should know that as long as the skull of Gul'dan is in my hands, I can open it again at any time, and it is almost pointless for you to destroy the body of this door."

"Yes, I know."

Khadgar patted the second Gul'dan skull hanging from his waist, which the Death Knights had found in the wilderness battlefield of Golrond, and it should have been a lucky thing that Deathwing hadn't brought it into the Void Vortex.

"But they don't know..."

The archmage looked at Tyrion and Aurelia, and looked at their hands together, and he whispered:

"Living people need a hope to live, at least until hope is extinguished, I want them to live happily."

"Happy?"

Tyrion's eyebrows furrowed:

"If you knew what was going to happen to them, you probably wouldn't have kept this childish thought, for the world of Azeroth is about to begin a turbulent era of war, death, coldness, despair, pain, only... There is no joy but no joy. ”

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two became awkward again, Aurelia patted Tyrion on the back in dissatisfaction, and the Death Knight froze for a moment, and then looked at the archmage, a hypocritical smile appeared on his face:

"So, Mr. Khadgar, you're going to join us and be one of us, right?"

Seeing the secret behind it through the real curtain seemed to make Khadgar a little more casual, and in the face of this blunt invitation, he shrugged his shoulders and snorted:

"Who knows? Maybe it's a good idea to join those Naru, at least the Light won't kill me. ”

"You mean the Grand Knight of Tulayan?"

Tyrion's eyes became playful:

"I heard that the Grand Knight of Tulayan stayed in Shattrath City to learn the deeper path of Light from Naru? Seriously, in my opinion, this is probably the worst decision possible, Mr. Tulayan never knows what will happen to him, and the problem is..."

The Death Knight lowered his voice:

"You already know, right?"

"I killed Tulayan with my own hands, and his soul is still sleeping in the Dark Temple's Soul Box, and if Tulayan is dead, then who is the impostor who is still active in Shattras, carrying it in that body that should have died?"

"Sefir told me that it was Tulayan she had recovered from the abandoned timeline, and that Tulayan had died in another timeline, and that was him!"

Khadgar stared at Tyrion, a flash of disgust in his eyes:

"Are you still sowing discord?"

"Sow discord, sort of."

Tyrion ended the topic, squinting at Khadgar, and he whispered:

"What I really want you to think about is, that timeline, the timeline that was abandoned in the mouth of the bronze dragon, what do you think it was abandoned? As a friendly reminder, this is the ultimate answer to all your questions about the Bronze Dragon. ”

"Come on, come with me, let's go and talk to that bronze dragon lady."

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"Bang"

The door of the dark cell was pushed open, and the light of the hedron lamp shone into the dark room, and Seiffel subconsciously narrowed her eyes, after being imprisoned for several days, she was no longer used to the light.

"Prisoner Sefir... Follow me! ”

Safarul, who was carrying a chandelier, looked indifferently at the bronze dragon in front of him, and the bronze dragon lady looked at the orc death knight with a hint of fear.

Two days ago, she planned an escape, only to take down two Death Knights, break out of the cage, and be slashed back by Sarufar's tomahawk, of course, on the one hand, because Sarufar was really strong enough, and on the other hand, because the hapless Seifil was seriously injured at this time.

In the previous collapse of Shadowmoon Valley, she had not been able to completely avoid the catastrophe, especially after she struggled to break through the magical storm of heaven and earth collapse, and ran head-on into the gathered elemental spirits, as well as the forbidden ships of the Draenei, and a priest who surpassed the legendary Viren.

Everyone knew that it was Sephir who caused the disaster, so no one was polite to her, and the result was that the newly grown dragon almost died in the Shadow Moon Valley, and the bronze dragon's time power was indeed strong, but it was not invincible... In the face of irresistible forces, she can only be restrained.

"Whoa, whoa"

Heavy shackles were chained to Sephir's wrists and ankles, and as Sephir advanced, these chains dragged through the passages of the Dark Temple, making a low sound, and the surface of these shackles was engraved with a necromantic rune circle called "Lich Slash", which can suppress the magic to the limit, with Sephir's current terrible condition, with this thing, she is only left with brute strength, but in the face of the death knights who are also known for their strength, she has no way to resist.

She's just an adult baby dragon.

"Bang"

Miss Bronze Dragon was wheeled into a brightly lit hall, and when she looked up, she saw the nasty culprits, the Death Knight Lord Tyrion and his concubine, and the cowardly human mage Khadgar, looking at her with a look of hatred that disgusted Shalfir.

So the next moment, Sefir's eyes flashed fiercely, and she scolded viciously:

"Khadgar, you traitor to Azeroth, have you finally succumbed to evil?"

Khadgar raised his eyebrows, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Tyrion reaching out, the death knight stepped forward and looked at Sephir who clenched his fists, in all fairness, the mortal form of the dragons is definitely not ugly, and the high elf form of Sefir in front of him reminded Tyrion of the girls who had just come of age in Silvermoon City.

The same youthful energy, the same... Immature.

"You're probably the first bronze dragon in history to be captured by a mortal."

Tyrion looked at Sever's eager gaze, and he coughed lightly, and said:

"Of course I'm not here to humiliate you, little girl, you just stepped into the trap I prepared, there's nothing to humiliate about it, it's just that we have a heart or not, we came to you today just to figure out one thing..."

The Death Knight took a step back, he waved his hand, and the junior knight standing in the doorway quickly moved a chair, while the bronze dragon sat unceremoniously on the chair.

"Whatever you want to know..."

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Sefir's mouth: "I won't tell you!" ”

"Oh? Is that really the case? ”

Tyrion was not angry, on the contrary, he crossed his arms to his chest, looked at the bronze dragon in front of him with a playful gaze, and he whispered:

"Do you know Chromie?"

The name made Sephir's eyes widen, and this scene fell into Tyrion's eyes, and the Death Knight immediately grabbed some veins, and he coughed lightly:

"Maybe I didn't make it clear, but her dragon name, Crodom, is a female dragon with a male name, with a bad personality, and her favorite thing to do is to travel back and forth in the timeline, flirting with those important people in time, so the timeline she manages is always a mess, and there will always be troubles of one kind or another..."

"Oh, by the way, unlike other bronze dragons who like to dress up as High Elves, she likes to pretend to be a gnome priest of the Holy Light, the only dwarf priest in the world, am I right?"

"You! You... Who are you! ”

At this moment, Shalfir's gaze at Tyrion was no longer hatred, but horror.

Chromie is her best friend, but Chromie is in charge of another timeline, and Tyrion is a character in a timeline managed by Sephiel, like a program in a computer, and he can't know anything about the other timeline without being connected to the Internet, but now... That's what the hell happened!

Tyrion actually described all of Chromie's characteristics in detail, not badly.

"Have you seen Chromie?"

Sephir asked rhetorically with some excitement, but then she gave up on the childish idea herself, and stared at Tyrion:

"You can't have seen her! Even if it was Chromie, she didn't dare to enter another timeline without permission... You've never seen her at all! How did you know about her! Tell me! Death Knight... Tell me! ”

"Quiet! Girl, be quiet! ”

Tyrion reached out and pressed it on Sephir's shoulder, he looked at the panicked bronze dragon in front of him, and he whispered:

"I'm not threatening you with Chromie, I'm just using this to announce to you the fact that you've been fighting enemies you don't know at all, and as for who I am, I'm Tyrion. Dawnblade is just a nobody. ”

"We didn't bring you here to kill you, don't worry, killing a bronze dragon will cause endless trouble, I'm not that stupid!"

Tyrion took a step back, and Archmage Khadgar walked up to him, and then he heard the Death Knight say to the bronze dragon:

"Have you ever looked at the future of the timeline? I mean... Have you ever seen the ultimate future of the timeline guarded by the Bronze Dragons? ”

Sephir recovered from her shock, and in the face of Tyrion's question, she hesitated for a moment and shook her head:

"Nope! With the exception of Nozdorm, the Lord of Time, no bronze dragon has ever seen the ultimate future... That is a forbidden sin! ”

Tyrion and Khadgar looked at each other, and the Death Knight tossed a key to Sephir, and then said meaningfully:

"Then I suggest you better take a look... According to my estimate, your friend Chromie may have seen that future before, and you see her scurrying around the timeline like crazy... It's a bit low-level, but trust me, it's definitely not just for fun! ”

"Prisoner Sephir, the next time the Dark Gate opens, you will be released! Stop sabotaging my plans, you have no idea what I'm doing or what I can do. ”

"Also, I'm always ready to welcome you back."